Raven_Operative

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Evan's Post

*Scrub Scrub ScrubScrubScrubScrub* Evan was standing outside their barracks, scrubbing down every last inch of their APC. He had missed most of dinner, and was set to lose almost all of his free time from the disciplenary action the Sergeant had given him, but any misgivings he had about his punishment were immediatly forgotten, when he remembered his time behind the wheel of the squad's APC. All the punishments he garnered from his actions had been well deserved, but the amount of enjoyment he got from doing what he did could only make him think: "Worth it." -------------------- "AHAHAHAHAA! NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!" Evan laughed as he deftly maneuvered the APC around the various trenches and obstacles that littered their battlefield. "MOVE ASIDE EVERYONE, ARMOUR SUPPORT IS ON THE WAY! AHA!" The steering mechanism on the Imperial APC was almost exactly the same as it's Gallian counterparts, so he had little trouble adjusting his driving style to fit it. The gearshift was another story, being almost completely different, but that didn't matter at the present when they were busy pushing their way forward at a relatively constant speed. *Rattatat* *RattatatRattatatRattatat* The machine gun on the roof sounded, as Sergeant Harald provided fire support for the rest of their advancing infantry. Said support was horribly inaccurate, though, both from a combination of their speed and the constant jostling as they drove over the uneven terrain. "I say, Darcsen, it's a good thing you're our commander and not a sniper, because your shooting SUCKS! WAHAHA!" Evan couldn't resist the jab at his commander, despite knowing full well that extra pushups would be in store for him after this battle was over. Following Harald's directions, he drove the APC in a wide arc to the left, as they approached the foxhole that two of their scouts had managed to fortify. The change in angle gave Harald lots of targets, as the shock troopers hiding from their scouts had much less cover on their sides. *Rattatatatatatatatata* *POOF!* As Harald let out a long burst, Evan saw a flash from the woods, followed by the blonde scout getting absolutely wrecked by a tank smoke round. If that hit her directly, that was going to leave a few broken bones. He did not envy her. "Tank! 9 o'clock!" Evan heard Harald frantically yelling the tank's position, and after peering out one of the armoured slits in the appropriate direction, he spotted and confirmed that yes, there in deed was a medium tank advancing from their left. Harald tried to shout out orders - Retreat, pull back, use that hill as cover from the tank - but Evan would have none of that. His competitive spirit and passion for all things vehicle sparked, and he completely disregarded the commands, instead yelling: "AHA! ALRIGHT, YA METAL SONUVABITCH! WE'LL SEE WHO'S THE BETTER TANK MAN!" Flooring the accelerator Evan sped the APC towards the tank as it came out of the woods and onto the open field, with Harald protesting all the way. "Not now, Darcsen! We're gonna get this bastard!" Grinning fiercely, Evan swerved as the tank lined up a shot on them. *FWOOM!* The tank fired, and the shell just narrowly missed the side of the APC. "AHAHAHAHA!! NOW YOU'VE FUCKED UP!! NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP!! YOU LOSE, YOU RICH, FORTUNATE, PROPERLY EQUIPPED SONUVABITCH!" That was a medium tank, renown for their flexibility and solid firepower, but they had one serious flaw. Evan remembered studying that specific weakness in his armour courses. That particular model's turret was very slow to turn. By keeping the APC at full speed, Evan was able to close in fast enough that when he did drop down to a lower speed to turn, they were able to remain ahead of the tank's rotating turret. Speeding behind the tank, Harald was able to put a long burst of MG fire into it's exposed radiator. Excellent! Another pass like that, and the tank would be considered knocked out! It was only after they circled around the opposite side of the tank that Evan encountered a problem. There was a wide infantry ditch ahead of them, and this APC couldn't get across a gap that large. Slamming on the breaks, Evan frantically shifted into reverse and floored the accelerator again, hoping to get enough speed to zip across the tanks field of fire before they could act. Nothing happened. The engine revved, but nothing happened. What was wrong?! Why weren't they moving?! Evan looked down at the shift lever, as the tank finally lined up a shot. The Imperial gearing had foiled his plan. So used to the Gallian shifters was he, that he had reverted to his muscle memory and had accidentally shifted into neutral, rather than reverse. "Fuck." *POOF!* -------------------- Evan grimaced at the memory. With the loss of their APC, he could almost be held responsible for their squad's loss. The amount of yelling, cleaning duties and pushups he had gotten from the Sergeant had made it obvious that others knew of that fact as well. ... But they almost had the bastard... Almost. And he did it in an APC. Finally finishing the cleaning, Evan sauntered into the common room and spotted Private Bons sitting in one of the couches. Taking a seat opposite to him, he waved in greeting. "Hey kid, how'd your fight go?"

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Lilly's Post

*Thud* Lilly collapsed to the floor in the communal showers, leaning up against the wall and just letting the water pour over her, cleansing her of the accursed chalk and dust that covered her body. The exercise circuits, followed by their mock battle had left her with barely enough energy to move, much less stand to clean herself. After waiting for a few moments to regain some of her energy, Lilly started to scrub herself down from the seated position, paying particular attention to her hair which was absolutely filthy. "Disgusting. Dirty. Filthy. Guh..." Lilly muttered to herself angrily, as she cleaned up. Why was it that the neat freak was the one that ended up getting the dirtiest... Lilly smiled wryly to herself as she remembered: -------------------- *Crack Crack* *Crack Crack* *Crack* *Ping* "Ah! Reloading!" Lilly ducked behind the sandbags of her and Private Glaive's makeshift foxhole, as the two of the took turns popping up to fire a few chalk rounds at the advancing Squad Six. Fumbling for her ammunition as she tried to reload her S1 as quickly as possible, she both thanked and cursed the fortifications. They provided her with protection from the bullets, but every time a round struck it, it showered her with dirt and sand - something she was immensely displeased with. At the start of the practice skirmish, she had followed Alex and the two had stumbled upon a small depression in the field that held several partially broken sandbags and pieces of wood. Due to the fact that it overlooked a good portion of the battlefield, and that they were both equipped with the long ranged variants of Gallian rifles, they had decided to hold up and fortify this position while they waited for the slower members of their squad (shock troopers/lancers) to catch up. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you asked), they had only just finished propping up the last sandbag when Squad Six began their assault by sending a group of shock troopers charging towards them, ducking from cover to ditch to cover as they rapidly advanced. *Crack Crack Crack* As Alex ducked down to reload, Lilly spotted a shock trooper trying to sneak around to the side of their position, and quickly remedied that situation by two rounds into his chest plate, and one into his leg. They were doing well. Lilly, while still nervous and shaky, was infinitely calmer than her first time in combat (a reassurance brought by the fact that the chalk rounds they were facing were non-lethal). Though she missed all of her shots at the start of the battle, she was beginning to get the hang of it, and was now actually able to fire somewhat accurately. Through their combined efforts, the two of them were able to halt Squad Six's advance with supressing fire for just long enough for the rest of Squad Four to arrive. (Lilly had only managed to eliminate that one trooper) Unfortunately for Lilly, though, her participation in the battle did not extend much longer. When she stood up to fire at another soldier she saw attacking them, she was suddenly assaulted by a massive cloud of smoke and chalk that erupted from just in front of her. *POOF!* "Ack! Hack! What was THAT!?" Lilly did not have to wonder long as she spotted Squad Six's medium tank rolling out of the woods to their left. She fell back and lay down, both from needing to play 'dead' in accordance to the rules and also from a feeling of resignation. They had been out witted. The shock troopers in the front were just decoys to allow the tank to sneak around to their side. She resolved to be more vigilant in the future, as she waited for the battle to end. Fortunately Private Glaive had not been hit by the smoke round. -------------------- Despite her best efforts in the shower, Lilly was still a mess. She was no longer covered in chalk and dust, but her hair was matted and she doubted she would get all the grit out from under her fingernails for some time. The amount that she had been able to clean up, though, was somewhat satisfactory and it improved her mood a great deal. As she walked to the common area, she spotted Corporal Stichler in the hallway, covered in a fair bit of dirt, and probably on her way to the showers Lilly just came from. Straightening her posture (for it seemed improper to look at ease when addressing someone of a higher rank), Lilly nodded in greeting. "Good evening, Corporal. How did you fair on the battlefield?"

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Yaaaay! Training Montage! Not gonna lie, I actually love writing for these. Lets people actually sit down and talk without needing to worry about the threat of boolets killing the atmosphere. EDIT: Should I have Lilly become our defacto supply officer then, eh? Have her start writing home to see if her father can ship her a few crates of rifles/rations? ALSO, is our APC currently equipped with a machine gun mount/turret? I want to incorperate it into the post, if Evan is driving.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

<Snipped quote by Raven_Operative> When in doubt, blame the Darcsen :D

@Slypheed

Damn Darcsens! Fuck the Darcsens! Remove Darcsen! Gallia Stronk!

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

*gulp*

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Third character...? Oh boy I know where this is going to go... We're going to have a roster to rival squad 7's, played out by only 5 players... I like it. Lets do it.

A Brave New World?

Alternate idea, depending on the amount of soldiers in the military base: Start shooting them. Ok, ok, wait. Hear me out. You start shooting soldiers from various different buildings (using a sniper rifle, a machine gun, anything with range) and what are they going to do? They're going to have to look for you. Having to look for us means coming into the slums, a veritable maze of shacks, sewers, maintenance passages that probably have not been properly mapped in ages. It also means interacting with the slum population. If people are really desperate, a soldier in shiny battle armour with a flashy plasma rifle would be an incredibly lucrative target for destitute people if one were caught alone. I mean sure, a soldier is probably more than a match for a single mugger, but this is the slums. Gangs run rampant in modern slums, it should be infinity worse in a dark and terrible future. Gang fights here and there, along with us shooting soldiers means that their numbers would (while probably not wiped out) start taking enough casualties that they would want to send in the heavy artillery. That means gunships, air support, etc. If a gang war tripped off between the local garrison and the people of the slums, no one would question a single ship lifting off without proper clearance. Pilots would be flying sorties day and night, and with the majority of the base's garrison fighting in a house to house, alley to alley war of attrition, sneaking in would be easy. So the TLDR version: Go full on ruthless psycopath mode and start a war between a bunch of gangs and the military to create a big enough distraction to steal a ship.

A Brave New World?

Well if I'm interpreting this correctly, with the world being a crapsack... Military personel in universes like this are usually people signing up for service to escape a life of poverty. People willing to put their lives on the line for a few extra dollars (military grunts arent paid that well), are probably also willing to accept a few bribes, especially if provided with a plausible and non disasterous reason. So, you could try to sneak onto a ship by bribing a guard, saying that you're a lover/friend of one of the men serving on it. Don't tell him you'll steal the ship, but for someone in poverty, a few credits would probably be worth looking the other way to let his squad-mate get some action. Granted, our characters aren't exactly rich either, but provided we could get a bit of money, that would be an option.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Alright, awesome.

A Brave New World?

Zap! Ryan jumped as he felt a painful shock at his hand, prying his attention from the engineer infront of him. Zap! This time, Ryan dodged the shock, swatting the tiny hoverbot away with his other hand. When Eric mentioned that he should hand over the rifle, he was skeptical at first, but another sudden shock was enough to make him reluctantly hand it over. He still had his primitive silenced pistol, so it was not like he was completely without protection. He just hoped this madman didn't break it. "Ryan. Ryan Valcris." Ryan shook the man's hand in the brief span of attention that was dedicated to him. "Might I have yours, friend?" He swatted away another bot that looked like it was about to zap at the inner pocket where he kept his pistol. No, not again. This one stayed with him at all times.