Second Dawn IC [Open & Accepting]

[InsaneAsylum]

Franz sat in his dark room. His hands were tightly folded around one another. His desk was oddly cold. Another voice, coarse and ragged spoke from a corner. "About a hundred dead isn't too bad. It was our boys' first time in a larger scale battle. Plus, it was unknown territory.," the voice explained. Franz shook his head. "Inform the commanders to reduce the casualties next time we perform operations such as this." Franz grunted, and related his hands. He leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath. "This is what happens when you use common soldiers. Next time the Fist will be used to 'hinder' our opponents battle capabilities." Franz grinned. The voice from the corner spoke up once again. "Understood. I'll inform the public that we have conquered Potsdam. The few thousand people in Potsdam are already beginning to assist us by the way. They appreciate not being owned by wastelanders."

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Upon the finish of the Holidays in Rome Marcus Tullius Bellatus had wanted to send a gift to the Eastern Romans as well as an invitation to a more prosperous relationship, perhaps a real alliance. Yet one of the biggest reasons he would send the ship was to assess the potential future threat of the Republic. They are sent there with 3 goals, one to survey the city in order to find the strengths and weaknesses of it. 2 to survey it's people and discover any cracks within their society and empire. And 3: give the rulers there deals and gifts in order to bring them on Rome's side, because sometimes to take an empire you must first take it's most powerful resource: money.

 

[Rysesaka]

Empire of Aquitaine
​

Place de la Bourse, Bordeaux, Imperial Aquitaine

After a week, the Emperor and all of the generals of the Aquitanian military are having a meeting about the expansion of the Empire. Enzo Moreau was excited to see how the Empire would change in the future despite they have a great terrible enemy in the East; the Roman Republic whom they have never establish contact yet.

"Listen up, gentleman, finally, we could make this happen, we can expand our nation and reclaim the lost territories of Francia." the Emperor said as he takes a map of Europe. Most of southwestern Europe was colored between nations. The light red is Aquitaine, the blue is Andorra, and the blood red is Rome together with Duchy of Milan & Genoa. The Emperor would look at General Adam, "General Adam. You will seize nearby settlements in the northeast such as Saint André-de-Cuzbac, I've heard those settlements in the northeast wants to join our Empire Do what it needs to be done, General, don't kill them unless they provoke us first." General Adams replied, "Yes your grace." the navy general Hugo Martin noticed that the Duchy of Milan & Genoa is painted as blood red. "Your grace, why is the Duchy painted as blood red?" The navy general questioned him. "Our spies from Milan said they have joined Rome together with its vassal Genoa. Plus, Marseille, a bustling French coastal city before the war, was occupied by Genoese military." the Emperor continued, "We must expand sooner before they set further to Francia, these fanatics must be stopped!" and then the navy officer Chandler Durand interrupted the Emperor, "Your grace, while we were scouting the Bay of Biscay, we've just found a lost city. I don't think it's in Francia, your grace but it's best we claim the lost city." The Emperor smiled, "Do what needs to be done. Glory to Aquitaine, gentlemen, good luck." and all of the generals replied, "Glory to Aquitaine! Hail Moreau!" as they do the French salute towards the Emperor, they would soon leave the Place de la Bourse to start the expansion, for the sake of the Empire.

St. André-de-Cubzac
20km Northeast from Bordeaux

St. André-de-Cuzbac is a nearby big bustling settlement located in the northeast of Imperial Aquitaine whom have been very friendly towards the Empire for years and rumour has it that the people of St. André-de-Cuzbac are vying to join the Empire of Aquitaine after Emperor Enzo addressed the nation about unifying the French people at all costs and the leaders of this big settlement are having a discussion whether they would join the Empire or not.

General Adam and his hundreds of men have arrived in St. André-de-Cuzbac with Aquitanian banners flying. Many people have seen them and began to murmur until a boy shouted, "Glory to Aquitaine!" and the boy repeated the common greeting of Imperial Aquitaine and moments later many people would follow the boy's chant and does the same. General Adam and his men were welcomed by people of this big community.

The mayor and his lieutenants would get out of the building and they were happy to see the Aquitanians at their home. The soldiers were setting up large Aquitanian banners in government buildings. The mayor would say, "Glory to Aquitaine, sir, how may I help you?" General Adam smiled and he said, "This settlement, sir, will be under the territories of the Empire of Aquitaine, our goal is to unite the French people on our case." The mayor and his lieutenants began to murmur until the mayor decided to say, "Our people have waited this moment after all these years, I promise to you that we will be staunch loyalists of Emperor Enzo and the Empire. Hail Moreau!" and after that the big settlements of St. André-de-Cuzbac, the northeast land near Bordeaux will be under the territories of the Empire of Aquitaine.

San Sebastiàn, Basque County, Iberian Peninsula

The conquest of San Sebastiàn is led by navy general Hugo Martin with two destroyers AIN Cassard and AIN Georges Leygues armed with 18th-century cannon fully operated. The land forces would led by officer Carlo Dubois and it would total of 800 men. After that, the Aquitanian Imperial Navy would embark on the island and the island who is blocking the view of the lost city of San Sebastiàn would be under control of the Aquitanian forces.

Soon, hundreds of wooden boats would be sent to the beaches of San Sebastián, carrying Aquitanian banners. They could see a resort as they landed on the beaches of San Sebastiàn. The soldiers were prepared in case something happens but this lost city is dead quiet, no people, no raiders, no mutants. There was nothing in the city. Hours later, the Aquitanian forces would now arrive at the city of San Sebastián. The beaches of San Sebastián was now occupied by Aquitanian reinforcements and there was nothing on the city except that there are few mutant dogs packing which were eliminated. Abandoned government buildings were placed with large Aquitanian banners. Soon, this lost city would be a pure Aquitanian city.

Weeks later, Aquitanian settlers would settle this lost city and thus, the Empire of Aquitaine set a stronghold outside of Francia.

Effects:
- Northeast lands near Aquitaine is now controlled by Empire of Aquitaine
- San Sebastián is now under control of Imperial Aquitaine
- Population increased to 900 + 6000 = 6900 (total of 47,500 population)

 

[Kazami42]

[Part I of a II part post. Making a second part because of how late it is.]
The line, Moscow metro.

The military of 300 people would be sent to krylatskoe along with 1 railcar with a RPK gunner. Most of the personnel had to go on foot, so they would be somewhat late but could help reinforce overrun positions. There would only be silence on the way to the station as the soldiers on the cart simply took a defensive position, Marina would be crouched down looking ahead and down the tunnel. A few soldiers were checking their ammunition, checking their guns, and afterwards they all attached a bayonet to them. "Well here we go again... What is attacking us this time?" one of them said but never got a answer. "All I know is, the station guard overheard gunfire and then was told to get help. So either this is some sick joke and the bastard needs to get shot, or it is another invasion." Marina replied monotone. The front railcar having the headlights turned on, and the gunner was checking his equipment and gun. She rose the gun up and made sure that none of the bullets were jammed inside of it. She would get the one in the chamber out but accidentally it would fly out before she could grab it, but another soldier on the 3-carter had got it. Since he couldn't exactly return it at this point, he shrugged and kept it to himself. "You will get this back later!" he yelled out so the gunner could actually hear him. "amateur." another soldier said while shaking his head. The gunner having saw him and only yelled back "Go fuck yourself!" and shooting at him once with a Ashot and then reloading, putting it away afterwards. However due to being far away, she only wasted the shell.​

 

[guul66]

Tallinn​

In the last week the Baltic Union built an military outpost outside Tallinn and have been both supplying their allies, the peaceful locals with weapons, but also fighting the raiders and gangs within themselves. While they had the manpower and weaponry to take the town by force it would bring in a lot of causalities and as such they currently fight in the style of small skirmishes: when a squad of Livonians or Tallinn Militia (the locals who have taken up arms) meets a squad of raiders or just a hostile gang of some sort, then they quickly engage in a fight. Whichever side flees first is the loser.
Because of their superior equipment and better training so far the Livonian Protective Allies and Recruits are slowly taking the majority of the land. Any land they take usually stays in their hands, as Recruits are constantly trained in Pärnu, before being sent to Tallinn to mostly act as guards and defenders.
In the one week of fighting 32 Livonian soldiers had died and a couple had been injured. Losses were still quite tame compared to the raiders, as they had killed at least a 100 of them.

Pärnu​

Some Protective Allies stop the Russian trucks a little while before the town and ask their business. Quickly realizing they don't speak any of the Baltic languages, they manage to find one soldier who can speak at least some faulty Russian.

Riga​

Linnakogu decided to send Riga 24 Protective Allies, under the argument that the Russians who turned up could become hostile, because they seem to have much better equipment than the Rigans.

Spoiler

Pärnu garrison decrease 651 - 260 = 391 Protective Allies
Pärnu Recruits (population) decrease 6342 - 172 = 6170
Riga (loyal) garrison increase 0 + 24 = 24 Protective Allies
Tallinn garrison increase 236 Protective Allies + 172 Recruits = 408

Lordvader59

 

[Lordvader59]

Tallinn​

In the last week the Baltic Union built an military outpost outside Tallinn and have been both supplying their allies, the peaceful locals with weapons, but also fighting the raiders and gangs within themselves. While they had the manpower and weaponry to take the town by force it would bring in a lot of causalities and as such they currently fight in the style of small skirmishes: when a squad of Livonians or Tallinn Militia (the locals who have taken up arms) meets a squad of raiders or just a hostile gang of some sort, then they quickly engage in a fight. Whichever side flees first is the loser.
Because of their superior equipment and better training so far the Livonian Protective Allies and Recruits are slowly taking the majority of the land. Any land they take usually stays in their hands, as Recruits are constantly trained in Pärnu, before being sent to Tallinn to mostly act as guards and defenders.
In the one week of fighting 32 Livonian soldiers had died and a couple had been injured. Losses were still quite tame compared to the raiders, as they had killed at least a 100 of them.

Pärnu​

Some Protective Allies stop the Russian trucks a little while before the town and ask their business. Quickly realizing they don't speak any of the Baltic languages, they manage to find one soldier who can speak at least some faulty Russian.

Riga​

Linnakogu decided to send Riga 24 Protective Allies, under the argument that the Russians who turned up could become hostile, because they seem to have much better equipment than the Rigans.

Spoiler

Pärnu garrison decrease 651 - 260 = 391 Protective Allies
Pärnu Recruits (population) decrease 6342 - 172 = 6170
Riga (loyal) garrison increase 0 + 24 = 24 Protective Allies
Tallinn garrison increase 236 Protective Allies + 172 Recruits = 408

Lordvader59

Not quite knowing yet that other civilizations had been contacted, the soldiers, assuming they were bandits, readied their weapons. But when the Baltic troops didnt start shooting, they sent a man and two armed escorts. The man spoke "Hello, from what nation do you hail."

 

[aspectwarrior]

Das Preußische Sowjetische Sozialistische Republik (The PSSR or Prussian SSR)

Königsburg (capital)
The last few days have involved the PSSR building a new Military Factory and a new Barracks as they plan to build a new Jahrhundert to complete the 3rd Brigade.As such a good 200 people have been allocated jobs as either Recruits or the people arming the recruits.

Spoiler: Regiments of the Volksarmee

Kader=10 Soldiers Jahrhundert=10 squads Brigade= 5 Jahrhundert

Insterburg
A brigade was sent here to defend Insterburg from the increasing raider activity.In other news a young boy caught 5 guppies in a stream... Twas a slow news day

Tilsit
Using scavenged technology they sent a radio message to St petersburg,Stockholm and Pärnu to see if anyone was out there.Other than that meat stock has risen by 0.9% yeah slow news day

Heiligenbeil
The PSSR Settlement declaration hereby declares Heiligenbeil as a Prussian town as it has now been settled by 300 Prussian settlers accompanied by The newly formed Heiligenbeil City Defence Force (Heiligenbeil CDF) with 50 poorly armed settlers.

Message sent from Tilsit:
Grüße dies ist die preußische sowjetische Sozialistische Republik ist das eine vollkommene Nation, die kontaktiert wird? Wenn ja, bitte kontaktieren Sie die PSSR und informieren Sie uns über Sie. Die preußische SSR dankt Ihnen. (Translate it if you picked up the signal)

 

[Yang Xiao Long]

HMCS Pralin
13:02 Hours
High Paladin Xervia's Office
Chief Engineer McTavish
Sitting at the table across from the Colonel Scotty was more than a bit uncomfortable. He was still trying to get use to some of the changes since the group of survivors became the Commonwealth of Pralin. Like on how in military matters he reported to the Colonel rather than the Captain, or how the structure of the Marauder Corps was changing to differ from the old world militaries in order to seem more inviting to wastelanders.


“Weel th' refit ay th' new valkyries is gonnae nicely. infact some ay th' norwegians oan th' crew hae e'en come up wi' a new nam, th' nokkën.” The engineer reported to the Colonel who had her feet up on the desk between them. She was wearing a different outfit than she would've worn before the Commonwealth had been Colonel Instead of her old BDUs she now wore the wedge and shoulder cape of the Marauder Corps’ Both with full gold trim around them to indicate the rank of Colonel, the material of them was in turn black to indicate the company which she came from, Charlie Company.


“Nokkën? Where did that name come from exactly?”


“It was some sort ay water demon ur some sic' frae norse mythology. they saw it fittin' tae nam th' new kimmers in th' sam vain as th' valkryies ur some sic'”


“I see, what parts of the Seaking's ASW capabilities did you manage to transfer to the Nokkën, anyways?”


“Aw ay it 'en some. We managed tae transfer baith th' dippin' sonar, an' weapon racks. We also increased th' weapon rack's capacity an' gae it th' ability tae make water landings. Also in order tae deal wi' some ay th' smaller boats we've gotten secht ay we replaced th' 14.5 wi' a 40mm AGL. Aw in aw their mair durable an' hae bigger teeth, but fur boardin' they shoods be supplemented by th' regular valkyries.”


“Sounds like you’ve gone and made a bloody gunship, Scotty.”


“Tha’ I might of, but hopefully tae will be able tae help us protect our coastline. Will also be useful if we lose anyone at Sea.”


“That is also true. What about the other projects?”


“Ah, tae factory rig should be up and running in no time, a week at the outside. Less if we rush it. Though I don't really see a need to.”


“Excellent, also… Scotty, the council has been talking.” The Colonel said, her face looking like she was moving on to a tougher topic.


“Wae is it? Dun tell me something went wrong and yae want me to fix it. I ay a merical worker.”


“It not that… We want you to retire, from engineering. To be Frank you-”


“Nay listen ere, Lassy. I am still of sound mind an’ body. I dun need nae retirement!”


The Colonel stood up and ice water filled the engineer’s vains. He probably went too far this time. “You will listen, and you will listen to me good Chief McTavish. Is that understood?”


“Yes ma’am.”


“Good, now before you inturpted me I was saying. We want you to retire from engineering and move over to R&D full time. We’ll allow you to pick your staff and work on projects as you see fit. But you are going to leave the engineering to a younger man.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Good. Find a replacement, work on selecting your team, and bring the report back to me. Dismissed!”


“Yes Ma’am.” The oldman got up from his seat, saluted, then turned and left the room.


Narvik
23:02 Hours
Bravo Company
Lieutenant Nastda
Lieutenant Harold Nastda loosely held his slug gun as he was riding in the back of the VTOL. With the recent escalation of mutant attacks and new information about a Prewar research complex hidden in Narvik Command had decided to send the entire Primary Force Regiment in order to reinforce the shrinking local Militia. Their mission was simple, deploy to Narvik, link up with the Militia, perform a force evaluation, locate the complex, raid it, then deal with the mutants.


“Sir, have you ever gotten nervous right before everything went south?” asked one of his men. A young private by the name of Munroe if he remembered correctly.


“It's probably preop jitters, you tend to get it every now and then.”


“With all due respect, Sir. I’ve had the jitters, this isn't it.”


“I have the same feeling. I didn't want to say anything about it, sir.” Sergeant Murdoch mentioned from beside him.


“Not you too, look it's just because they deployed the whole regi-” Nastda was cut off by the lights in the back of the VTOL suddenly dying and the Pilot’s voice coming through his headset.


“Multiple locks! Brace for impa- SON OF A BITCH!” Something slammed into the aircraft and exploded breaking off the Pilot’s warning. The VTOL suddenly started spinning when a second missile slammed into aircraft, this time into the troop compartment. The explosion tore a hole into side of the bird in front of the Commanding Officer where moments before the nervous Marine had been telling him about a bad feeling. He felt like his insides had been thrown into a washing machine and that he was seeing through a prism he was so dizzy. Then there was an ungodly screeeeeeee, and bang as everything caught up with him.


HMCS Pralin
23:08 Hours
Colonel Xervia’s Quarters
Colonel Xervia
There was a loud banging on her door, and the Commander of the Marauder Corps rolled over in her bed. It's the middle of the night whatever it is it can wait till morning. The banging continued, and she started to get a little annoyed but she continued ignored the idiot who thought it was worth it to wake her up for something most likely insignificant. There was another bang and then the voice of an orderly. “Ma’am you’re needed in ops, our men have been engaged by a hostile force!” “I'll read the damned after action report. In the morning. They don't need me to look over their fucking shoulder! Now let me get some sleep.” “You don't understand!” “Like hell I don't!” “It's a severed wing situation! Multiple birds down!” She shot bolt upright and swung her legs over the side of her bunk. “Damnit you could of told me that the first knock!” She shouted as she stumbled around in the dark looking for her clothing. “Move your ass! Wake the Captain! No scratch that get Echo and Foxtrot awake and on the flight deck first! Then the Captain!”


Narvik
23:19 Hours
Bravo Company
Liutenant Nastda
The man slowly awoke, his vision was blurry and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavy in the air. Sitting half upright in the VTOL (or what was left of it) he tried to blink away to redness in his vision. It took him a few moments to realize that redness was his own blood running down his face. Shots rang out nearby, and it gave him strength until he realized that the shots weren’t of a caliber the Marauder Corps used, more importantly it was too slow, and too regular- Dammit stop thinking that way. Alright quick check over. he looked down at his body and checked his gear. Two C-20 Magazines, one standard, one Phoenix Dust. Not that it did him much good as his slug gun was nowhere to be seen. Fumbling a little he moved his fingers over the other pouches, a magazine for the C-12, armor piercing he thought. Least I still have my sidearm… His grenades were gone, so was his knife, and helmet. Fuck I couldn't of lost all of that in the crash, one of our guys probably survived relatively unharmed. Did the once over, and probably assumed I was dead. Don't blame them. He heard another one of the shots, this time very close and he could see a hulking figure through the haze of pain, smoke, and rage. There was a flash from the hand of the figure and his fear were confirmed, it was executing people. Something in him made what later he might of realized was a dumb decision. He drew his sidearm and fired a couple of the oversized rounds at the figure. The figure then turned to his direction and started walking towards him almost causally.


The marine tried to back away, scurry even like a cornered animal whose flight response was going wild. But he was trapped, his leg pinned under debris from the VTOL. A giant metal hand reached out towards him and grabbed him by his shirt. Effortlessly it lifted him from the wreckage, severing his leg as it happened and brought him face to face with a metal demon. He realized logically that it was probably a person, but he had never seen impacted against the wall of a nearby building several meters away. What the fuck is this thing?! The crippled man thought, fighting for every inch of consciousness. He looked around for a weapon, any weapon as the Iron Juggernaut lumbered towards him. Then he spotted it, a C-12 laying only a meter from him. If something would distract the bastard I could get to it!


Suddenly his prayer was answered as someone came from seemingly out of nowhere armed with only a price of flaming timber and hit the demon on the back. The surprise distraction gave the injured Lieutenant enough time to crawl over to the discarded pistol. As he crawled towards the weapon, his Savior was backhanded by the enemy. Stretching out his arm he took the weapon into his hands and brought it to him. Propping himself up with one arm he took the armour piercing magazine and slid it into the pistol. Functioning the slide he watched as the round that had already been in the weapon popped out to be replaced with a new one from thesurvivors. Then leaning on his side he brought up the gun, trying his best to aim he fired off three shots at the enemy. He heard the twang of 14.5mm punching through metal and the enemy started to turn towards him. He fired off several more rounds and the figure seemed to just simply stop moving. It took the man, whose mind was fogged by pain to realize the only reason for the hulk not collapsing was that their armour was supporting them. The Lieutenant then finally slipped back into unconsciousness.


HMCS Pralin
23:23 Hours
Marauder Operations
Colonel Xervia
All of the techs, orderlies, and even the Colonel herself were staring agape at the scene unfolding on their monitors. It looked as if hell itself had lashed out against the men and women who wanted to take the Wasteland and make it a better place, and knocked them down back to the mere mortal levels they should never of left. Before their eyes dozens of Marines were fighting, and dieing against this new enemy in near futility. If it wasn't for their training and oversized ammunition they wouldn't have been able to make a dent, against the steel hides of the monsters who were lashing out against them.


“GET THEM SOME FUCKING AIRSUPPORT, NOW!” Screamed the Colonel at one of the techs who was in communication with the Aircraft that had just been scrambled. “Ma’am they’re on full afterburners, the support regiment is still twenty minutes out. Leviathan also doesn't want to risk her position with those SAMs still down there.”


The Colonel gave the tech who spoke up a stare that could have melted a glacier in the middle of a siberian winter. “Fuck what Leviathan wants! She’s a goddamned gunship, tell her to start firing!”


“Y-yes ma’am.” The now terrified tech went back to his headset and said something. “Leviathan acknowledges, Ma’am.” He looked like he wanted to melt into the floor plates of the room and escape from her wraith.


Narvik
23:24 Hours
Bravo Company
Sergeant Murdoch
The Sergeant got to her feet slowly. Looking at her foe she slowly realized the reason he wasn't moving was the 14.5mm armour piercing bullets that had ripped through his Armour. The hostile had hit her pretty hard. Stumbling over to where the Lieutenant was the Sergeant heard a whine and then an explosion. She hoped that it was friendly air support and not whoever they were fighting. “El Tee! You there?!” The woman yelled out to the liutenant as she stumbled over to his position. When she got there she saw that he wasn't moving, quickly she checked his pulse and found it. It was very weak but it was there. Hauling the man up over her shoulder she quickly chose a direction and went that way. After all in this hell it's not like it mattered to much.


Carrying her commanding officer the woman started for, well, somewhere. Who the hell are these bastards?! More importantly where the hell did this kind of gear come from?! It's like something from one of those old science fiction books from the Pralin’s library. She rounded a corner and there was an explosion from inside the building on her right. Once the smoke started clearing she could see one of the enemy thrown against the wall of the adjacent building. From inside of the source building came out a couple figures, upon seeing the Sergeant they quickly raised their weapons. “Don't shoot! Friendlies!” Their weapons remained up and one of them shouted a IFF check. “Maple!”


“Leaf!”


One of the immediately came up to her and took some of the weight of the lieutenant. The one who came up to her wore a marine uniform with the marks of Alpha company. Meanwhile the other two weren't Marines, one of them wore leather armour and was carrying a C-20, he was probably one of the local Militia. Meanwhile the other one wore the flight suit of one of the Pralin’s aviators, with a ballistic vest quickly thrown over it, and she wielded an C12g PDWS. The aviator spoke up. “I'm Captain Rawley, who the hell are you?!”


“Sergeant Murdoch Bravo Company, this is Lieutenant Nastda our CO!”


“Dammit no time for chit chat, I managed to splash my bird without taking a SAM bit! The comms were so fucked up I decided to disembark and see if I could find survivors! Follow us!” The woman dropped back into the building they had just come out of and the Sergeant followed her.


HMCS Pralin
23:33 Hours
Marauder Operations
Colonel Xervia
“Three, no four KIA.” Came the voice through the speakers bear the main monitor in marine ops. Currently feed from Leviathan was playing out on the screen.“Good kill, good kill.” Replied one of the techs, from his position. Obviously he was in charge of coordinating Leviathan with the other friendly units in the area, but the Colonel already new that didnt she? Looking around the room the atmosphere was now of silent rage now rather than the open shock it had been only minutes before. Amazing how quickly these things play out, effective. Just wish we were on the dealing side.


“What’s the Air Calvary’s ETA?” She asked to no one in particular.


“Approximately another ten minutes ma’am.”


“What the hell is going on here?!” Came an angry voice from the entrance of the ops room. Turning her head the Colonel realized it was Captain Hunt. “Like really? I'm sleeping and then I have nearly fifty Marines storm past my quarters in full combat gear and hear the sound of aircraft spooling up!” He continued.


“Severed WNarvikCame the two word reply from the Colonel, and suddenly the Captain turned pale.


“What can I do?!” He asked incredulously.


“I thought the orderly who woke me up woke you up.”


“No they didn't.”


“Get the Naval crew to battle stations, full AA and point defence. We’re not sure if they won't hit here.”


“If that's the case why did I just see two Valkyries lift off full of Marines?”


“Honestly, given what we’ve seen I doubt they’ll board. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if they sent a cruise missile this way.”


“Got it…”


“Ma’am FLIR is picking up a group of survivors moving towards one of the downed birds, there’s about half a do-” State one of the ttechs before he was cut off.


“Tell Leviathan to focus support to them! We don't need them to be waisting support on maybes!”


“Roge, Leviathan acknowledges.”


Narvik
23:41 Hours
Bravo Company
Sergeant Murdoch
The group finally managed to make it to the VTOL. Over the past couple minutes they had been able to make better progress as support shifted closer to their position. Even though she appreciated it the Sergeant wasn't too fond of what that probably meant for the prospect of there being other survivors. The Pilot broke off and quickly made a b-line for the cockpit as the two Marines dragged the Lieutenant into the back. Over the course of their quest to get to the VTOL they had picked up two more members of the Local Militia and a Delta Company Sergeant by the name of Lyons. Once the Lieutenant was set down Murdoch made her way to the door gun and started scanning the area for hostiles.


“This is one of the new pattern VTOLs right? The Nokkën?” She called out to the cockpit.


“Damn straight!” Came back the reply from Foe Hammer. The engines started to spool up and one of them faltered. “Son of a bitch, any one have a clue what’s fucked up back there?!”


The Sergeant looked around at the other survivors , and they shook their heads. Until her eyes came to the private from Alpha company. “My Pa was an engineer… He wanted me to follow in his footsteps, I might be able to figure something out.” The man quickly started work on getting them into the air.


As she looked back out to the carnage surrounding the VTOL she saw something move in the rubble. As her eyes adjusted she realized it more hostiles approaching. “Contact!”


She opened fire at the nearest one and they in turn returned fire. “God damnit! These are armour piercing, right?” “Should be!”


As she fired she could see that she was having some effect on the approaching enemies. As she fired she could hear the machine gun behind her opening up as well.


“Dammit how much longer?!”


“I think I might got it! Dammit nope, fuck a couple minutes!”


“We don't have a couple of minutes!”


As she put down one hostile two more would get closer. “Dammit doesn't this have anything tougher?!” The Sergeant cried out to the Pilot. “She had a nose gun but it got fucked in the crash!” The pilot responded. “Try to get ahold of Leviathan on the radio! We need a strike!” “I'll try to!”


While she was distracted with the pilot the hostiles managed to get even closer, now a couple of them were pushing forward ruined vehicles as mobile cover while firing. She fired on the one of the vehicles hoping there was fuel or something inside of it that might ignite. It was useless so she returned her fire to the Metal monsters. Suddenly there was a screech and ordinance from above received some of the pressure.


“Leviathan says that’s her last load, she’s returning to base! We can expect air Cavalry within a couple minutes! Hold on!” The pilot reported from her position in the cockpit. The Sergeant shook her head, she was feeling dizzy. It probably wasn't a good sign. She fired yet more rounds the waves of enemies seemed endless. Where the hell do these bastards keep coming from?![/b]


Suddenly the engines of the VTOL flared to life. “Dammit finally!” The pilot shouted from the cockpit. “I'm lifting off. Hold on!” As the VTOL started to move the Sergeant spotted something at the edge of the clearing. Two Marines who seemed to be dragging something behind them. “Wait up!” Murdoch quickly called out when she realized there were more friendly in the field. “Two more friendlies!” Yet again the Sergeant brought her gun to bare this time in order to cover the Marines who were progressing towards her. It took them a while to drag the package to the VTOL once they got closer the Sergeant realized that the package was a fallen enemy. She put down yet another enemy when one of them managed to hit one of the new Marines.


When she saw this she went into a reflex reaction and ran towards the friend who was still standing in order to assist him. “Dammit what the hell were you thinking!” She cried out at the man when she arrived to his position. “They are kicking the shit out of us, figured we might want to grab one of the suits!” The man replied. She took ahold of one of the hand bars on the chest of the suit and started dragging with the Marine. The battle field was covered in shell casings and metal enemies locked standing up despite the fact that they were dead. They made it to the VTOL and lifted the package into the VTOL. She felt a hot pain in her back and realized she had been shot. Someone dragged her into the aircraft and it took off.

Spoiler: Results

Narvik Lost

Causalities:

Marines KIA/MIA: 57

UH-82 Valkyries Lost: 3

Damaged Armour Recovered

 

[general ostruppen]

The Austrian Claim

After four months of planning with General Guderian Heizenburg and Chief of the Army Richtofen, the 1st, 2nd and 4th regiment are assigned to march on to the nearby cities and towns west, east, and south of their territories. So far small groups of survivors are found and told to report to the city of Vienna to register themselves as new civilians of "Nationalistic Austria". The regiments start to scavenge and secure the nearby territories reaching to Sopron, Bratislava ,and Steyr. However recent reports of movement east of the city of Bratislava are being sighted with men on horseback and possible armed. The first regiment in the city of Steyr begin to settle down after a weeks long march. ​

STEYR
Hundreds of soldiers are seen working vigilantly to set up a perimeter around the city and making camp. Lieutenant Gunther Rommel of the 1st Storm battalion, walks to a nearby three story brick building. All the windows were shattered, and a large gaping hole near the front of the roof was seen, barely exposing what appeared to be metallic objects hanging inside the building. His curiosity was filling his mind and so he quickly entered the building to find all sorts of "things". Inside it would seem that he had entered a sort of metal shop or something. But after closer inspection he realized this building was a history museum showing all the products and designs made by the Steyr company. Cars were the major attractions, eventually as he explores the building he enters a larger room with military equipment displays. Some were small field artillery, small arms, and even older weapons going as far as the 15th century. What caught his eyes were the small arms displays in the ww2 section. The guns were a mixture of German, American, and even British weapons displayed along a vast and wide wall behind a glass shield. The weapons inside seemed to still be in perfect shapes, the bullets inside obviously seemed to be made of a rubber substance or something. His eye's however were locked onto one of the guns named "MG-42". He started to read the display description, but some of it was unreadable do to the decay. However he understood overall that the gun had struck fear into its enemies, but was known to go through a lot of ammunition very quickly. He looked around to find something to break the glass. At first he tried to smash it with the butt of his gun but with no luck. He then decided that he needed more help. He quickly ran back to his battalion and returned with several troops.
​

Hans: Please remind me why we were dragged in here herr leutenant?

Gunther: I've already explained to you that there are some weapons in here that our craftsmen can reverse engineer and hopefully
make the same replica's. With these weapons we can slowly start producing more of them and conquer the Balkan states.

Ferdinand: Well I've been hoping for a new gun, these damn rifles keep fucking jamming every time I shoot my fourth bullet.

Hans: Are you sure its not just you being lazy and not cleaning your gun like you should?

*Both Hans and Gunther chuckle while Ferdinand gives them a hateful look*

The three of them eventually reach the protective glass showcase on the wall and curiously look at any details that may help them open it.

Hans: I suppose a key is out of the question?

Gunther: Jah....Blunt weapons won't work either, this damn glass is to thick.

Hans: Maybe we can try asking the engineering korp and see if they can spare a stick of dynamite?

Gunther: Negative, the explosives are to expensive and these weapons might get-

Gunther is cut off when Ferdinand is heard yelling like a maniac and is seen charging at the glass casing while carrying a large cannonball and tossing it with a twirl to give momentum at the window. A loud shattering sound is heard and the glass casing suddenly collapses from the wall along with the weapons. Both Hans and Gunther are shocked.

Gunther: ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF! YOU'VE DAMAGED THE WEAPONS!

Ferdinand: Oh please I'm sure your precious MG is intact, besides I aimed that cannonball on the far left near the British weapons. You know my great great great great grandfather fought them in the great war.

Hans shakes his head in disappointment, while Gunther furiously walks towards the German weapons section in search of the weapons. He manages to collect the MG-42, the Mp40, and the Kar98 rifle.

Gunther: Alright we got the weapons, lets get these weapons transferred to Vienna.

Ferdinand: What about those artillery pieces? Should we grab those too?

Gunther: Nein, our workers are not skilled in making anything like those guns. But we should be able to find some blueprints around here, there's bound to be a storage room with the details somewhere. Actually you two go ahead and see if you can locate it, I'll return to HQ and hand these over.

Hans & Ferdinand: Jawohl!

Overall summary:
A military/vehicle museum is found containing weapons dating from ww2, luckily these weapons were not exposed to any chemicals and were either produced in the late 90's or kept really clean. Austria's ambition to expand is set in motion as they expand and settle in Sopron, Bratislava, and steyr. Around 432 people were found and settled as citizens of the new Nation of Austria. Reports of mysterious riders with weapons are sighted near the Hungarian Border line.

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[Grammatic]

The countryside was filled with soldiers in blue uniforms dragged large barrels off carts, towards large holes in the ground. It wouldn't be long now till they were done now. Turning his head, the Colonel of the 1st Regiment caught sight of the approaching horsemen, the beast foaming at the mouth from the speed and distance it had just traveled. The rider looked nearly as ragged, and he panted for breath as he saluted the Colonel.

"Sir, the enemy army has crossed the line." The Colonel nodded, turning to a horsemen waiting on the hill next to him. "Send word to the 4th Cavalry Company, they enemy has passed the staging line. They have the green light to proceed with their task." The man nodded, quickly bringing his horse around and riding down the hill towards the nearby camp. A few minutes later, one hundred Macedonian cavalry rode out of the camp, riding into the distance, and disappearing from view. The Colonel hoped they would be successful in their task, if they weren't, the defense of Athens would become that much harder.

A second approaching rider had the Colonel turning to the other side, quickly nodding as the man saluted. "Colonel, the 2nd Regiment reports construction of the barricades and palisades are complete. And the 3rd Regiment reports that all nearby civilians have been evacuated from the area. As well, all artillery posts report they are in position and ready." The Colonel nodded to the rider, who quickly wheeled about and rode back off.

Turning to his men, he quickly shouted orders, urging them to work faster. When they were finally finished, he had them muster back at the camp, and began to deploy the soldiers as ordered.

 

[Lordvader59]

guul66
The diplomat with the russians spoke "Greetings from the Russian Empire, who are you?"

 

[general ostruppen]

The Austrian Expansion (Part two)
With the successful capture of the three cities to the south, east, and west. The Austrian military continues on to their next plan of capturing the cities of Wels and Linz to the west of Steyr, and expanding further into the south until reaching the small city of oberwart. The 2nd regiment marching to the south face several small bandit factions, all showed aggressive attitudes towards the troops. A report was given that one of the factions attacked the 2nd regiment at night and caused small casualties. The bandits were only equipped with knives, daggers, bows and arrows, and Molotov cocktails. However the trained and disciplined infantry men with their bolt action rifles made short of the disorganized bandits and caused significant damage. One bandit was captured and questioned for details of the location of not only his faction camp but the others. It didn't take long to convince him after promising food and possible a suitable spot in the military as a garrison trooper in the capital. Once the details were given, a small detachment of scouts from the 5th recon company of the 2nd Regiment were ordered to check out the small town of Litzeldorf, about several miles south of oberwart.

Seven scouts on horseback are seen galloping along the main road, the scouts then turn their direction to a small house. When they reach there, they immediately get off their horses and grab their equipment and start to travel on foot along the tall grass. They travel 100 meters before one of the soldiers stops and signals the others to stop. They then crouch and wait. The soldier up front pulls out a binocular and begins his surveillance. About a kilometer away, several bandits can be seen guarding the entry of the town. A wooden wall is seen surrounding the town as well with sentries.

Wolf: If only high command could have given us some scopes, I could easily pick them off like sheep in a pen.

One of the soldiers behind him creeps up and stops beside him and requests for the binoculars.

Kolbert: They seem to be on high alert...Take a look at that sentry tower to the left of the gate.

Wolf receives the binoculars and looks to the location that Kolbert directed him to. In the sentry tower a man can be seen with what appears to be some kind of man made ballista.

Wolf: Isn't that cute (He begins to pull out a map and write down details, looking back and forth at the bandit fort and the map). Alright were gonna need to report back to High command. Were gonna need the mortar team and probably several platoons.

Kolbert: No.

Wolf looks confused and so do the other troops.

Wolf: What do you mean "no"? We've been given orders to scout them out and bring an end to these arrogant fools!

Kolbert directs Wolf's eye's beyond the gate, as Wolf looks into his binocular's he notices that there was bustling of people. Women and children and other men, laughing and bustling with life.
Kolbert: Do not fight a battle if you don't gain anything from winning.....

Wolf is quiet, obviously disturbed at what could've happened if they had just started mortaring the city. He nods and leads the recon team back to the horses to report their founding's and suggest a alternative.
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Vienna
Loud clanging sounds of beating iron and fire is heard within the bustling weapons factory. Workers are seen to be diligently working hard to create the steel parts of the bolt action rifles, yet only 12 rifles can be made per day do to the lack of resources and skilled workers. However in the backroom gun shots can be heard. A tall skinny old man named ricktofen is seen enjoying the new weapons that he has received from the museum of Steyr. Holding in his hand was the Kar98, which is seen to have some refinance of smoke coming from the barrel.

Ricktofen: THIS WEAPON IS REVOLUTIONARY!? With the right bl-*Burp* ueprints we can immediately switch our standard rifles with these ones! Not only that but these other ones can also turn the table against any of our foes! If we can just get a better conditioned factory that's capable of building larger vehicles and creating those things called "Tanks" we can definitely speed the process of our expansion!

Across the room sitting on a counter was Major General Daulbergusch, he was in charge of the logistics administration and making sure that production efficienty was at reasonable rates or could be improved. He nods in reply.
Dalubergusch: Yes, yes, you are right herr doctor. But you must understand that we can't immedietly start switching our production lines to these weapons yet, not until we can establish more resources and such. We simply also don't have the manpower to spare, the Fuhrer has been mostly been spending on infastructure projects and the rebuilding of Vienna for some time now. But within 8 months you should be able to produce these weapons. That is if you can reverse engineer these weapons.

Ricktofen: Do you take me as an idiot Major, I have you know they don't call me "Ricker the builder" for nothing. This'll probably be done within a month or two depending if I can get my hands on the materials I need.

Dalubergusch: Of course, I'll make sure that you are given the resources you need till you can sketch out the parts and such....Anyways I must be going, there is a scheduled meeting in parliament.

Ricktofen: Uhuuuuuh sure, tell the old geezers I said hi.....Oh one more thing if you find jurgen tell him that ima kick his ass if he doesn't return my heat gun! It's been ten days and I need that to build my plastic model for my new proposed car idea.



Summary:
A bandit town is found and proposals to convince the town to join is being made. Several more towns are taken, and the process of reverse engineering the weapons retrieved from Vienna will take more then 1-2 months to figure out the layout of the parts. Also Rick is pissed and wants his heat gun back, he is later found drunk in the city bar yelling about how the Italians caused it all.

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[Locklaklazarii]

Il Pantheon, Roma​

Marcus Tullius Bellatus, son and father of the great city of Neapolis, before he meant to depart from Roma, was wanting to go see the Pantheon and give his respects to the Gods. It was late at night when he had arrived in the great monument, alone he step into the Pantheon, he began to pray to the gods and as he did so he began to take ill. Sweating he still kneel within the center of the room, Moon light splashed into the domed structure illuminating Tullius, he stared into the the hazy glow of it's light, it had given him warmth, peace... and from the beam of the moon's beauty that shone into the Pantheon a beautiful woman had appeared, an angel, as she descended upon his weak frail body a spear manifested it's self in her hands a great and mighty spear. The spear was more blinding than she, in both radiance and beauty, in one swift move the head of the spear carved a large "t" into his chest and pierced his heart. As he lay bleeding his blood creating a pattern in the moon lit stone, he felt himself getting warmer, the air around him suddenly ablaze. The angel void of the spear had bent over to whisper into his ear, "Dio ti, ma una possibilità in più nella vita ha dotato, lo servono, pascere il suo popolo, e condurli nel suo grande mondo nuovo." he, desperate and at her mercy agreed "Sì, signora, tutto ciò che si vorrebbe che facessi Sarò lieto di farlo."
"no, non servirmi, ma servono a mio padre, tuo padre... dio." she spoke to him a hushed tone, in a way intoxicating and viperous, but sweet and understanding.
Feeling the life flow out of him Tullius weakly spoke "Sì, signora, sì il padre, ma io sono il tuo servo per la giustizia, l'ordine e la legge. Creerò vostra terra e portare molti a esso."
When he spoke those words the blood flowed faster, but not out of his body instead it had gone back into it, his wound was sealed, as it came to a close a red hot cross was burned into his breast by a force unknown, but known now to him as padre. after being branded he heard another voice it was not the angels, no it was more soothing and wrathful at the same time "Lasciate che questa ferita vi ricorda il vostro dovere per me e la mia gente Tullio. La prima avrei di voi è di cambiare il proprio nome a quello di uno dei miei servitori di antiche: Lorenzo de' Medici. Per voi piace lo controllerà grande ricchezza e tenere grande titolo, mentre serve a me. In secondo luogo è necessario cercare una moglie, una moglie cristiana, quello che cercate risiede a Milano, lei ti aspetta lì. È necessario sposare questa donna per servirmi e le generazioni dopo aver superato. In terzo luogo, il mio bambino, è è necessario ripristinare il papato, diventato il leader del mio grande religione, diventato il pastore."
"sì, oh grande padre." and with that Tullius was Tullius no longer he had shed his old self and became who god had wanted him to become: Lorenzo de' Medici. Reborn, Lorenzo set out upon his quest, the one that was given to him by God. Instead of returning to Corsica Lorenzo sent an advisor to see to the cature of the rest of the Isle. He was headed towards the Future towards a new goal, Towards Milan to find a wife.

Corsica, Mediterranea​

With Lorenzo gone from the battlefield Legio I slowly made it's way across the isle, they did so with great ease but the Army was still slow out of a great caution, eventually they made their way to the Largest settlement on the Isle: Ajaccio, with many people there it would be harder than taking the rest of the island but there were no trained soldiers, no great pre war technology. The siege of the city was fast, it took only a few days before it fell to the Romans. There was no great struggle to take the city, many people surrendered only a minute minority fought and they were quickly dispatched by the trained legionaries who we no match for the farmers and fisherman who had come to fight. Lorenzo now governed the isle under Rome as it was his conquest and his victory. The Isle was to make a great hub for trading in the western half of Southern Europa, thus plans to create a large port for trade and commerce.

Milano​

Upon his arrival in Milan, Lorenzo de' Medici sought out the Ruler, he was to find a good Christian bride, one that God had told Lorenzo was his own. He knew that by the Grace of God he would know the fair woman when he would lay his eyes upon her, a loyal and obedient wife was awaiting him some where within the great city. When he was able he had made contact with the Leader of Milan upon this inquiry that he so had. "Pardon me, Signore Sforza, I have come to your great city once more under the grace of God. I am hear for a bride one promised to me by God himself, I seek a pious and loyal woman of great faith and beauty. I would ask if you know of any such women that are not taken... that I may call mine."

namama

Spoiler: Summary

Marcus Tullius Bellatus was visited by God and made a Christian by the name of Lorenzo de' Medici
Corsica has completely fallen to Rome
Lorenzo goes to Milan for a Bride

 

[Dominus Regum]

THE NEW KHANATE

​

In the Capitol of Bucharest, Kublai Khan sat upon the stage, with thousands of people watching, cheering. He raised his hand, and they silenced. Behind him sat the Council, and to his right sat Subotai, the head of the Military.

(translated from Mongolian)

"Citizens of the Khanate, God itself is with us. From the dawn of the War, no greater civilization has existed than the Mother Country, Mongolia, and they blessed us with the gift of Peace, but it shall not last. Today, the Khanate shall expand, and bless Europe with Order and Freedom. All Hail the Khanate!"

The speech went on for an hour, with cheers to the great Kublai Khan throughout.

Elsewhere...

Khanate MG trucks and 1,000 stormed out the walls of Bucharest, and past the in-progress Hydroelectric plant on the Danube. They finally reached Ploiesti, and stormed the city, taking it with minor losses.

From the other side of the city, 1,000 Khanate troops took Constanta, but with more losses. The Northern part of the city was taken first, with the "Spitatul" Hospitals being temporary Bases of Operations, until the Dolphin Showplace by the Peir was taken, and Khanate soldiers stormed from it. The major scuffle was at the "VIVO! Constanta", a popular shopping mall, where 30 Khanate Soldiers were injured, and 7 killed, but a MG truck and Soldier firing squad rolling in from the back and a Khanate charge into the mall proved deadly for the defenders. Overall for the Khanate, 30 Soldiers were lost, and 40 injured, with 10 injured when an old sewer collapsed, causing them to fall 10 feet down into a thankfully dry sewer.

The Khanate has started an immediate work to create supply lines and to fix up the old cities, focusing on housing districts, and turning the Aquarium into a Lab to study more effective forms of Armor for the Khanate...

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Kingdom of Sweden​

The Empire of Russia
Baltics
Parts of the Riga contingent continued on towards Pärnu, looking for any signs of civilization in the Baltics. guul66
Petrograd
A new project was underway. Said project was to fit an icebreaker onto an ironclad, allowing year-round access to the Baltic sea. It will take an unknown amount of time to get a proper ram fitted onto the warship.

The Swedish envoys were greeted by a Russian diplomat escorted by several men with AKs. "Who are you, and from where do you hail?"

None of them spoke Russian and so they merely smiled. After a brief silence one said in Swedish "Do you speak Swedish" he then nudged another who said "Do you speak... er.. Eng.. English" in the language of English. The motioned back and in both Swedish and English said "We come seeking friends?" hoping they would not be killed and could begin a parlay. They had not expected to meet Russians and were looking to meet with the baltic states, perhaps some polish or northern Germans.

Meanwhile, the Prince sent soldiers off to scout Södertälje and see what resistance he would face were he to march an army in. It was vital that Sweden rise. But it was more vital they do so swiftly and with few losses. His mother brought the monarchy back and he would bring back its kingdom. No more were they merely hiding in luxury. He was part of the struggle. He knew he would need a strong navy to acheive this so he sent more men to scour the coast looking for boats and ships and anything that would float. He then ordered his greatest engineers to try and understand the magic of making metal float and how to create such crafts that could do so.

 

[Dominus Regum]

THE NEW KHANATE​

After a brief stint of Peace within the Khanate, the Soldiers were marching once more, one Horde (so-called after the Old Khanate, 1,000 soldiers) marched towards Brasov, taking it with 35 dead...

The other Horde marched towards Craiova, only to see that a so-called "People's Republic of Craiova" and the "Craiovan Order" were at war over the city, two city sides fighting hard, mainly with sword and spear, no match for the Khanate's Horde. Although one of the MG trucks suffered a broken window from a sling-shot rock, it was quickly replaced and the slinger shot down. The city was quickly taken down with 30 losses.

Both cities' Housing districts and surrounding farmland was immediately starting to be re-built.

Other Things....

A single Khanate truck, with the MG still on, and packed with valuable Petrol, Water, and Food, rode East, towards a place once called Italy. It was a long drive, but eventually the Khanate Diplomat thought he saw lights from a city in the distance...
Fishman Lord

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Inside the Khanate, 10 MG trucks were designated to patrol the new trading routes, especially Worker crews working to re-build Roads to the best of the Khanate's Ability.

 

[Yang Xiao Long]

HMCS Pralin

11:00 Hours

Medical Deck

Captain Harold Nastda

The room smelled like a hospital, well of course it did it was a hospital after all. White walls, white sheets, white curtains around his little section. Everything seemed white to him, who even thought white was a good colour for hospitals anyway? He stared at the florescent lights dotting the ceiling. At least the ceiling wasn't white, that was the same depressing gun metal grey as the rest of the ship. I wonder why grey? Why not blue, or a beige, I could see it now. Beige and white down the corridors a monitor every little while to access a main computer, constant humming. Crew members here and there… Maybe a new adventure every week… Unrelated I wonder how the Captain would be if he was bald…


“Captain? Are you ready for your exercise session?” A younger female voice said from the entrance to his little hidey hole amongst the others. The nurse was barely sixteen years old, probably one of her first real assignments. Aboard the ship children began doing basic tasks at ten or eleven along with regular school. These tasks usually were menial labour, cleaning, changing lights, organization. When they reached sixteen years of age they would get their first real job, usually leading into a career. The man laid back and thought back to his, he was a VTOL technician, he had hoped to become a pilot when the Marauder Corps scooped him up. Dammit I'm old… that was almost twenty-five years ago now… Shit…


“Captain?” That was something he just couldn't get used to, being a Captain. It just felt weird. After Narvik he was promoted, though he tried to refuse the promotion. “Yes? What is it?”


“Are you ready for your exercise session?” The young blonde nurse said with a pout. It was no big surprise that she was probably getting frustrated. Captain Nastda had been drifting off into thought alot lately. God dammit if I haven't earned at least some thinking time I'm quitting!


“Ah, yes…” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the right one of them ended just below the knee. He was lucky the doctor had told him, with the way he lost it. It probably should've taken the bottom part of the joint with it. They suspected that it had most likely of already been partially cut through when whatever it was tossed him across the fucking street. They had managed to fit him with a prosthetic leg and even though it was still pretty clunky, it was apparently better than most. Pushing himself off of the bed he stood up. Standing was still very awkward and he needed to find his new balance, hence the impending exercise session.


“Alright where are we headed?”


“I was thinking we could take a stroll topside, if you're up to it?”


“I think I just might miss these lovely white… well, everything.”


“Captain, sarcasm isn't a very good trait.”


“It's not sarcasm, it's my own mind trying to stop myself from thinking about that cluster fuck in Narvik.”


“Maybe you need to do more thinking about it, face your fears head on.”


“Sounds like something my D.I would've said, it's just… we thought we were the best! Then we get our asses handed to us so badly.”


The two of them started walking through the infirmary, passing the other patients was almost as painful as losing his leg. He hated seeing his men in that kind of condition, any Marine in that condition. Who ever had done this to them obviously didn't card about friendship or even common decency. He was enraged by the thought and then an ice cold realization slipped over him. The Marauder Corps had been doing the same shit to small bandit gangs for months. Probably was just that God decided that they needed to taste their own medicine, and dammit it was bitter.


“They had the element of surprise, even the best can fall into a trap they don't even know to watch out for.


“Also something my D.I would of said. You wouldn't of happened to of met him now would you of? Ms?”


“Price, Stephanie Price and possibly. Would he of happened to if been an old man with a bad beard?”


“Sounds like him, though I don't think he was that old.”


“Probably was my Dad, he’s a Captain now same as you.”


“Not the same as me, I got this promotion because the brass decided to give a reward to someone. Not like I contributed much, I was passed out for most of the fight.” The two of them were now walking down on of the Pralin’s many unremarkable halls, grey colour everywhere, pipes, lights, reinforcement every few feet. It was all excessively mundane to him.


“You know as your nurse I got to sneak a peek at you file.”


“Isn't it assistant nurse?” He gave her one of those ‘you should know better but I can't be angry because I would of done the exact same’ looks.


“It's not like there is any classified information in there.”


“True enough. But still you should know better.”


“I wanted to know about you, given the fact that I'm supposed to be working directly with you.”


“If you wanted to know something you could of asked.”


“Alright then, why did you refuse that promotion?”


“Except that.”


“Why are you being so defensive?”


“So you want to become a doctor?” He asked trying to shift the question from himself.


“No, and you keep dodging the question. How about this, you anwser my question I'll answer yours.”


Dammit, she's quicker than you’d assume from her demeanor. “I didn't want to leave my company in the hands of someone else “


“Despite that you would of picked your successor? “


“Uh no, that's two questions.”


“Observant…”


“That’s what's kept me alive, that and more luck than I should be entitled to.”


“I wanted to become a marine, preferably a sapper with one of the prime force regiment’s companies. Or maybe a diver with I-Company.”


“I-Company? They do nothing but stand around all day, infact I think the only time they were deployed was shortly after the war.”


“Think it would be an interesting experience, and that was two questions.”


“So back to my previous one, even if you could pick your successor?”


“At that point none of the Sergeants seemed that reliable, there was a promising young Corporal but she had just made Corporal so she wasn’t an option.”


“Who was she?”


He raised his eyebrow at the young woman without saying anything.


“Alright alright, I-Company because it would be an interesting environment to work in, that an no one else is really doing it.”


“So in other words to be unique?”


“Yes, I guess… I've always been an outlier.”


“Alright then, I'll answer you now.”


“Sgt. Murdoch, well Lt. Murdoch now. She was one of the few survivors from Narvik. Helped capture one of those damned Armour suits. She's in the ICU now, was shot in the back, bullet went through her heart.”


“That's a shame to hear, at least we’re getting more Marines now, and apparently there’s a new weapon being deployed now.”


“Where the hell did you hear about that?”


“Dad. Fuck, I wish I could be included in this new wave… I want to get back at the bastards…”


“How old are you?”


“16, two years too young.”


“That's a shame.”

Spoiler: Results

Bodø Settlement Lost

164 New Marines have begun training: Completed in a month and a Half

P-01 Slug Gun Has Entered Production

Research begun on captured Armour

 

[namama]

The Duke, Marcus Sforza Fucina as his Latin name went, greeted the newly christened Medici. "You will find that my daughter, Fiore, is quite a gem. She is beautiful and trained in running a household and diplomacy as was standard with our former customs. You may have her hand in marriage if you provide a suitable dowry." The Duke stood up from his throne then, and two of his guards rushed up to his side to escort him. He walked over to a table and took a clay pot with a handle, pouring from it wine into a clay cup. He took a sip and turned to the Medici. "I await your answ-" He paused and began to cough. He paused for a moment and went to speak but began coughing again. His face started to turn purple and one of the courtiers screamed, "Someone! Fetch a medico!" He began to scratch at his throat, trying to breathe. His breathing, once calm and strong, was now like trying to suck up a lake through a straw. He fell to his knees, his face turning to a ghastly purple. Then he breathed one last weak breath and died.

Stepping from the shadows, the Duke's son and heir, now the Duke, smirked to himself, if only momentarily. Then the mask of courtesy returned to his face and he rushed to his father's side. It had all gone to plan. Now his weak father was no longer in control. Milan's dominance would be renewed once more. Shoving past a Genoese representative, he knelt by his father's side and checked for a pulse. Long gone. He mouthed to himself, 'Forza regna ancora una volta.' His first order of business was to deal with this Neapolitan.
Locklaklazarii Fishman Lord

 

[Locklaklazarii]

"Signore," He bowed, "I assure you that I am well able to produce a dowry, I would ask what it is you want for Fiore?" He stood his back erect it was a sure sign of his Military service and his obvious confidence. He had a certain swagger about him that was not cocky in nature but showed that he was used to being in power. This move would give him a proper connection to a bloodline, as well as an alliance with the Sforza family, another reason his position within Italy would be strengthened. He was willing to pay quite a bit but not too much, negotiations were vital to this arrangement and who his future would unfold, then he thought, if she were ugly he would have the basis to pay for less... in a risky move he asked "I would also like to see Fiore, as to make sure that she is the woman for me, and physically fit." either way would be a win win, he was neutral towards what she would look like he had no idea, but if she were ugly and unwell he would pay substantially less for her.
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[namama]

"You may visit her. Provide us with a suitabe dowry and you will have a beautiful bride and a marriage alliance between us." The two guards escorted the Medici and showed him to Fiore's rooms. She was, as said before, quite beautiful and in good health. Locklaklazarii