Fandom Valkyria Chronicles: The Great Eibrian War

[Arrogant Menace]

July 15th, 1934
"Today marks an age of war, this morning Imperial forces invaded Warlia through its southern border. Taken by surprise the standing Warlian army stood no chance against the might of the Roykkan Empire, and by nightfall Imperial forces had reached the northern sea. It didn't take long for the Northern Alliance to declare war on the empire, but we all knew this was going to happen, though I never thought they would strike Warlia... my home. I just hope everyone's okay... But I want to enlist in the Northern Alliance to free my home, I can't sit around this university while my homeland is fighting for its life."

~Leonardo Haddock

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James Porter
Shock Trooper

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"Left!...Left!...Left! Right! Left!...Left!..."
From a distance, a man was hollering, yelling at the top of his lungs, his gruff air filling the morning air. A glance down the road would reveal a column of men and women were jogging down the road, in full combat kit.
“Companyyy! Halt!”
The line of men and women came to an abrupt halt as the fall squad pulled into the training grounds located in one of the nearby villages.
“Riiiight face!”
The unison stomping of boots hitting the floor echoed through the camp, as the member of Squad 5 pivoted from their position to face their right.
A particular brown cladded figure was observing the drills of Squad 5...all the while sipping tea out of a tin cup. It was pretty obvious that he was a Braiton, his uniform gave that away. The pin on his beret seemed to indicate that he was a Captain. Although, he didn't seem to belong necessarily to this outfit...
So…these are the mighty defenders of North I've heard so much about?...suppose we’ve got to start somewhere.
The Braiton thought watching the formation come to a halt, as he took another sip out of his tin cup, before gulping the rest of his tea down. Capping his thermal, the Braiton began to observe as the drill sergeant call the formation to attention...saluting...towards someone approaching. He seemed young, but his uniform seemed to indicate that he was a man of high rank.
That must be the new lieutenant.
"Ah, so there's the chap..better go make myself known."
The stranger said to himself, as he made his way over to the fellow with the silver hair.
“Greetings, lieutenant, Captain James Porter, at your service...” The Braiton said, as he extended a hand towards Leonardo. If Leonardo would take it, he’d receive a firm grasp and a strong shake. “I'vs been assigned to be your Squad's combat advisory until further notice...Congratulation on your assignment, by the way. Not many chaps could take command of an infantry section at your age...but I say, you do certainly remind me of myself at your age, haha."
James gave a hearty laugh, as the two concluded his greetings.
“But pleasantries aside, I do hope you don’t mind the company, o’l boy. Your superiors were quite insisted in sending someone to accompany the section into the field...I suppose it's your age that get's them worried..." James said with a thoughtful expression, before looking back over to the members of Squad 5. "...but I won't worry too much...judging by the cut of your men, I'd say we'd at least have a fighting chance of wining this war...or at least, making it tomorrow. That being said, some extra time in spent in the shooting range certainly would do them good."
With the same thoughtful expression, James glanced back to the young tanker.
"So, lieutenant...ready to do your part?"
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[Arrogant Menace]

Leonardo Haddock
Tanker

October 15th, 1934
"Being back in Warlia has left me with an uneasy feeling, I should be proud and relieved to be back but knowing that Imperial troops ran amok makes my stomach twist. Today I meet the squad that I'll be commanding, to be honest I'm feeling nervous, the top brass are already worried because of my age. I shouldn't worry about it too much...

Sincerely, Leonardo Haddock

Finishing off the last few notes in his journal Leon closed the book and set it down calmly onto the table. He let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair Leon stared at the roof of his tent, almost getting lost in thought. It wasn't until he heard the unison of what sounded like boots. Getting up from his chair Leon went over and opened his tents flap to see a squad over yonder.

That was probably his squad, and from the looks of it they just got done with morning drills. Deciding that this would probably be a good time for introductions the young Lieutenant started walking towards the group, making small adjustments to his uniform to make himself at least presentable. Upon arriving he was greeted by the man who was conducting the drill, by his dress and dialect it was easy to tell that he was from Braiton. The man introduced himself as Captain James Porter and he came with a solid and firm handshake, Leon's dad always lectured about the importance of a strong handshake, but that's besides the point. The two talked for a bit, Leon figured the higher ups wouldn't completely trust him, but that didn't bother him too much as he could use all of the help he could get.

"So lieutenant... ready to do your part?' James asked and Leon nodded, "Sure am sir, but I'd like to introduce myself to my men and women," he said before turning towards squad 5, "I see you've all got in a good morning run in, I am Lieutenant Leonardo Haddock and I'll be commanding this squad, it's a pleasure to meet you all and I look forward to work with you in the future," he announced, his accent was clearly Warlian (similar to Polish).

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[RanmaruMori]

Another bright, sunny day, passing by at a leisurely pace. Henna Volsung, Shocktrooper of 5th Squad, noted at the fine fall weather. The air wasn't hot enough for her to break into a real sweat with such a trivial run nor was her breathing any form of laborious. Her narrow but powerful frame moving with practiced grace, this mild run hardly effecting her. She considered it rather paltry to her usual cardio regime; she wasn't even wearing her gasmask or carrying her full camp baggage!

With little warning, the order came to halt. She took the extra two steps to kill her momentum and then brought her heels together. Drill had been very heavily emphasized in the Rauta Guard, the marches through the city is the graduation ceremony for recruits. It wasn't something she was a fan of, however, it always felt like part of her body was out of place; one foot too far behind the other, improper hand placement. Right face, she mentally repeated as she followed the instruction.

OF course, she was standing in the front ranks as one of, if not the, tallest girl in the unit, leaving her sticking out like a sore thumb. Her curiosity overcame her self-conscious mental triad, as they were supposed to be meeting with their new squad leader. Lo and behold, he and the military advisor were already chatting. The advisor wore his foreign outfit, red beret included. The new lieutenant wore the standard issue uniform, plus whatever baubles were supposed to mark him out as an officer.

His greeting was rather short but that was better than droning on until the point was lost. Henna's emotionless face didn't change as he spoke. Her eyes did wander to some of the soldiers standing near her, curious as to how they were viewing the new commander.

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Hugo Ordell
Lancer
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The temperature felt stange to Hugo, he had grown up with snow and freezing climates. To now find himself in the much warmer tropics of Western Warlia seemed to be a visually new chapter in his life. His journey to these lands was fraught with danger as he alongside other Brone militia-men travelled via commerse ships to avoid crossing too close to the frontlines near Vinentia, the waters to the north spouted thick clouds of smoke from the many hundreds of Royk coast-line raiding vessels. Thoughts switched occasionally to the fisherman that refused to keep their boats stationary in harbours and ventured out in the face of certain death if they were caught by the enemy. Such bravery to keep the population fed certainly coaxed even the most reserved Brone to take up arms and did his bit for the country. Despite the country's dwindling number of military aged citizens, even those that were illegible to enlist often found ways to help with the war-effort. From grinding away in the very few factories, producing limited small-arms to tending the vast northern fields of root vegetables and digging for victory.

Coming into the port after managing to evade the damned Royk, hundreds of Brone Militia-men now found themselves bundled into trucks and set out to reinforce the Northern Alliance lines. Hugo was no exception, after saying farewell to his training comrades; those he met during his time at the base in Varvo. A Warlia Sergeant directed him to a truck filled with ammunition and supplies, despite some difficulties, Hugo managed to squeeze himself into the heavily loaded back-end of the vehicle and settled himself in for a long ride. All the excitment from the boat-ride to these new lands had exhausted him and Hugo felt his eyelids become heavy, despite the truck being loud, the bumps in the road made it almost impossible to ignore and the sun was bearing down from above. With all the distractions, Hugo slumped into the truck and allowed his eyes to close and transport him off to sleep.

A few hours passed and Hugo's ears pricked up as the activity around him changed dramatically. The familiar sounds of waves crashing on the shoreline and the calls of sea-gulls has long since gone. Hugo felt the truck come to crawl as it entered a small village, the local marketplace was alive with villagers coming in with their goods to trade and groups of women chatted amongst themselves, gossiping about all the new men arriving at the nearby military camp. Sitting up and reaching for the canteen hidden away in his backpack, Hugo shrugged to exercise his arms in the crampt enclosure and relieved his lips with precious water from the canteen. Screwing the lid back on, he moved onto breakfast. Rummaging around in the bottom of his pack, he felt his fingers glance over a ration pack and carefully eased it out whilst trying not to disturb the neatly folded clothes he had stowed within. As the truck turned a corner on it's way up a hill towards the camp, Hugo had a good oppertunity to observe the beautiful landscape around him, plus it was a good time to eat before he recieved any orders.

Tearing apart the flimsy cardboard box that held his breakfast within, Hugo remembered the first time he ate 'rations'; it wasn't exactly the most enjoyable meal of his life but it contained plenty of fish so in a sense, he was happy. He held up a small, yellow and rectangular can to eye-height as he struggled to read the writting due to the ever-shifting movement of the truck. Alas, it was his favourite, sardines in tomato sauce. Using the pull-ring on the top of the can, a slight hissing noise and nostalgic smell greeted Hugo to the sight of two large sardines, saturated in a tomato and garlic sauce. Despite not being a huge fan of tomatoes as Brone does not have the climate to grow them regularly, Hugo's stomach groaned to reassure it's owner that this breakfast will certainly be a good one. The blue glow of the truck's ragnite engine spluttered as it charged up the hill, rocking Hugo alongside several crates back and forth with vigor. Feeling that his breakfast could at any moment make a break for freedom, he knocked his head back, chugging down both fish and the vegetable sauce in quick fashion. Not leaving much time to taste, his mouth felt oily and Hugo spat out the back of the truck to remove the vile residue from spoiling such a wonderful day.

With a heavy clunk and a falling pile of uniforms to signal the journey's end, Hugo gathered his belongings and shifted along the floor of the truck to reach the end. A gentle kick opened the way forward and he hopped down into view of what looked to be a very busy area. Several other vehicles were lined up and soldiers were frantically rushing to unload all the ordnance, cooking equipment and just about anything you could think of. Ammunition seemed to be the most pressing concern for the Northern Alliance as the majority of the crated containers were filled to the brim with magazines, clips and thousands of individual bullets. Hugo had to protect his eyes by raising his hand to stop a artillery brass shell from blinding him as the fierce sunlight lit up the entire array of different calibre shells. He felt taken away by the scale of the logistics needed to supply everyone, nothing as organized as this could be found in the Brone militia and Hugo felt that it would be a good opportunity to take notes on how things are structured here in Warlia.

A couple of yells from what appeared to be a drill-officer of sorts caught Hugo's attention. He noticed the emblem on the uniforms of those lined up, Fifth Squad. Alas these would be the people he was assigned to and of course, he was late. Feeling a sense of urgency, he rushed to gather his own equipment and slung his Lance over one shoulder as he made his way over to the group in quick-fashion. Seeing a gap in the front, Hugo attempted to slip in smoothly but made his voice heard nonetheless.

"Private Hugo Ordell, Reporting for Duty. I apologise for being late Sir, the Brone Militia got held up by commerce raiders, mistaking our transport ship for one carrying cargo." Throwing up his arm into a salute towards the Lieutenant and Captain as they inspected the troops. A second thought slipped it's way from his mind and flowed out of his mouth as he pondered. "Unless, the Royks knew it was a transport?..." A rhetorical question that certainly needed no answer, it would not have been a surprise if the damned Royks fully intented to sink a fully loaded ship carrying hundreds of fresh Brone troops. To take a chance at taking out indefensible soldiers as they huddled together in the freezing northern seas sounded exactly like what a Royk would do, at least that's what Hugo thought. Glancing over to his right, he took note of a female Corporal and leant over to say hello.

"Hey, i'm Hugo... seems that we're in this together, I hope we will all get along great with one-another. What's your name?" He flickered a smile in her direction as he stood up straight and in formation. If anything stood out to him the most, it would have to be the Corporal's icy blue eyes as they reminded him very much of the northern sea he grew up fishing in. Her hair was tied back smartly and looked right in place alongside the uniform she wore. Trying his best to not look like he's glaring at her, Hugo decided it was time to give his new officers a proper look-over as he had to rush into the formation of five-squad. Firstly the Captain as he obviously stuck out like a sore-thumb amongst the other members of the Northern Alliance, the red beret didn't make a whole lot of sense to Hugo, given the environment around them and his accent would certainly take a bit of time to get used to. The Lieutenant's gear looked like he actually was part of the group and Hugo tilted his head slightly to get a better view of the young-man. His hair-colour made Hugo pause to think whether or not the man he viewed was actually older than himself but he decided that some people perhaps have different natural hair outside of Brone. This was his first time outside his home-village of Sigis and everything felt like a new thing to discover and learn. As he looked around from the formation, his pupils struggled to take in the pretty colours of the various flowers around them in the fields. Purples that used to be reserved as 'Royal Colours' were right next to him, a complete change from what he is used to.

"I do have a question, Sir?" He looked to Leonardo as he spoke. Somewhat admiring the Lieutenant's uniform. "I'm unsure as to why we are here Sir, most if not all of us are trained for combat and this looks a awful lot like a training camp." Hugo looked around as he spoke, the entire area reminded him of the training camp he graduated from in Varvo. Perhaps he was incorrect but he wasn't quite sure on his purpose here in Western Warlia. Tapping his Lance contently as it rested on his shoulder, Hugo felt however that he was up for the task ahead. The orders from leaving Varvo weren't clear, go to the docks and head off to join Fifth Squad, whilst incredibly vague orders were the norm for Brone military organization. Alot of information could do him a world of good, at least that's what Hugo felt at that moment in time.
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Kenneth Everhart
Scout​

Kenny never really cared for these running drills. His stamina has always been top notch, he could keep this up for hours and come out fine in the end. Though he could understand how it could be difficult for others. What he usually did during these runs was get just far enough ahead from all the others and maintain the distance. Not because he considered it a 'race' or anything, but just so none of them would be able to run beside him and try to make small talk. If he put his mind to it he could probably lap some of the other soldiers, but in his experience, every time he does something like that that one's in charge make him run just as long as everyone else anyway.

Though it seemed this time around the Drill Sergeant was calling it just a bit earlier than usual. Looked like there was a new arrival, seemed to have a decent rank as well. The way he was talking to Captain Porter gave that away. The new guy turned and introduced themself- "I am Lieutenant Leonardo Haddock and I'll be commanding this squad, it's a pleasure to meet you all and I look forward to work with you in the future."

Kenny raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical. He didn't bother to look at any of the other's reactions and just spoke to their new commander. "Huh? You don't really look like much for a Squad Commander. Kinda' young too, doesn't look like you're much older than me." Kenneth didn't actually care about 'age'. What he was interested in though was seeing how Leonardo would respond. His introduction seemed too nice and by the book for his tastes, hopefully a light jab would get a bit more out of him.​

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[Church418]

The Navy ship blared to alert all on board they were approaching the dock to Europa. David folded his bed linens and clothes and packed them away in his duffel bag for travel. He still wasn't entirely sure where he was being assigned or what his role was going to be. Oddly, though, he quite enjoyed the unknown. It was a challenge in it's own way. A thrill. A test, to see if you are ready for any anomaly.

"Sergeant Baker, Corporal Wallace, and Master Specialist Orion. Report to the briefing room immediately."

David performed a quick check on his equipment.

Duffle bag? Check.
Spare Ammo belt? Check.
Field Repair kit? Check
Combat Medic bag? Check.
Rifle? Check.

He was good to go. Everything else would be made available to him at his destination. David threw open the heavy steel door and made his way deeper into the ship to the briefing room. Along the way, Corporal Wallace appeared alongside him. To David's great dismay.

"Hey David! Exciting stuff huh? Oh man, I can hardly wait to see this country."

"Mmm" David responded in an irritated exhale, quickening his pace to the briefing room.

Wallace matched his pace. "So hey, which Squad do you think you'll get assigned to? Have you heard the stories of the Rangers? Or the militias in Gallia? I'll bet we get assigned to a squad like that. They'll really need our help in the...."

"Wallace." David said, halting his movement and turning to face him. "I don't really give a shit what unit I'm running with, and remember we're not technically here to help with the war. Yes, on paper we're patriotic Vinlannians helping our allies fight a tyrannical autocracy. God bless Vin-fuckin-Land." David laughed and placed a finger on Wallace's chest. "But you'd do well to remember we're here for the OSS and our own countries needs." David laughed and continued to the briefing room, shaking his head. Wallace remained in the hallway, frowning.

"Specialist Orien, come come.." the ship's intel officer waved him over. "Take these.." the officer pushed about 20 copies of official orders towards him. "These are for any Europan officer that questions why you're carrying a briefcase."

"What briefcase?" David asked. Handcuffs snapped and David looked down to see a sailor cuffing a black briefcase to his left wrist. "Hey what the fuck, man?"

"Squad 5," the officer continued, pointing at a map and ignoring his protest. "They're stationed here, at this forward operating post. It's about a day's drive." The officer reached into his pocket and handed him a key. "You are not to open that briefcase until you are alone at your destination. Inside you'll find your final orders regarding the contents inside. Commit the orders to memory, because you will burn them after reading. Am I clear?"

"Yeah, I got it sir." David replied.

"Good. You may provide a sanitized briefing to your commanding officer should he or she require one. But no one else. Leave now and report to the driver sitting just outside of the dock. He'll take you to Squad 5."

"Sir." David replied, saluting.

The officer returned the salute. "Be safe out there Specialist. Imperial snipers are infamous for targeting medics and engineers."


The 16 hour drive ended with the morning sun shining on a rather busy forward operating base. David dismounted from the truck, and strapped on all of his equipment. He looked like a pack mule. The driver pointed to a formation of soldiers standing at attention in front of a young male in officers attire. The 2nd Lieutenant appeared to be addressing the rest of the squad. David waited patiently to the side, waiting for him to finish.

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[BirbSqueezer]

The final leg of her trek had been what had done it.

Rayna Larsen had been dropped off with the wrong army group and the wrong 5th Squad. After an embarrassing minute of trying to explain that she had been brought to the wrong camp by a warrant officer, she was finally pointed in the right direction by another officer from a logistics company. That had marked the beginning of the final leg of her journey. Taking off in a mad scramble to reach her designated grouping point, she had spent almost a full week on the road, hitching rides with farmers, other units, and even walking for large swathes of the six-kilometer adventure. The last night before the official muster time she had forced herself to walk all night and had arrived just as the Squad was forming up.

She had been weary, tired and exhausted. Now she was on the verge of what felt like death. Her legs felt like two hundred pound weights attached to her hips with flimsy rope. She had been excited to be a part of her unit, but now she was in a dead run that felt like it was the end of her military career. She had fallen out of formation as well, barely able to keep up with the rest of the unit, but now in the very rear of it, having pushed someone else up and into her position. When the order to stop finally came she didn't hear it and bumped into the soldier in front of her, knocking them off balance and throwing them to the ground.

Before she could offer a hand up, the next drill movement came. She turned in place, trying to perform the requested movement and instead just kind of turning in place and standing shoulder width apart. She then had to stand on her tip toes to see over the people in front of her. The two officers in the front quickly conversed while another guy stood off to the side with a briefcase. The third man, the one without a beret or briefcase introduced himself to the squad as their lieutenant. Leonardo Haddock.

"Haddock. Haddock." She quietly whispered to herself, trying to memorize the face and name. She could already see herself interacting with him and making a dunce of herself by forgetting his name. It would be super obvious too. 'Hey, Lieutenant bro. Or dude.' She could see herself saying something like that and making a complete fool out of herself. She could hear a few of the others around her murmuring about the officer or introducing themselves to one another. This unit seemed pretty laid back.

Maybe she could fit in here.

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[RanmaruMori]

Henna perked up when Hugo introduced himself to the lieutenant, mostly because of his mention of her nations neighbors. She knew the general history of Brone-Tenedos relations, but not much about the other country. She had wanted to learn more but never really took the time to do so. The private speaking to her seemed nice, approachable even. Which made her all the more uncomfortable on how to react to give a good first impression. Should she play her part as a corporal and remind him they weren't supposed to be speaking at attention without permission from the platoon commander? Or would that make her seem like too much of a hardass?

Henna realized that she hadn't answered his greeting yet. She swallowed hard before answering in a low voice. It came out as monotone as ever. "Corporal Henna Volsung, Rauta Civilian Guard, 6th precinct. It's nice to meet you too." She cursed internally, she had introduced herself with her Tenedos unit's information. On the outside, her steely presence was still going strong. The private had brought up another good point to the officers before them. Though, it seemed like a few too many people were waiting on them for an answer. She held her tongue, curious about whether or not this was another training camp.

It made sense if it was. They needed to learn the basics of the alliance military system. They were a hodgepodge unit of people from several different countries; there were a few problems to be sure with the varied ways the countries maintained their militaries. Some could be more strict than others, after all. And what was the military advisor here for? Surely a foreign advisor didn't need to be here for a training regiment.

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[Arrogant Menace]

Leonardo Haddock
Tanker

Finishing up his introduction Leon couldn't help but to notice a straggler in the group, it was kind of hard to not notice the man due to the large lanceresting on his shoulder. A sturdy looking man, just like all of the other lancers. The Lancet introduced himself as Hugo Ordell, a militia for Broke. "No need to worry Private, glad to hear you and the other militia men made it here safely," He replied, stroking his chin and thinking for a second, "I'd assume so, the Ryoks don't follow the laws of war, but anyways," Leon was saying, but Hugo asked a question. "I'm unsure as to why we are here Sir, most if not all of us are trained for combat and this looks a awful lot like a training camp." He asked. Leon glanced over to James before looking back at the Private, "While you all are hopefully trained and ready for combat, but I'm assuming you haven't worked with eachother that much. It'd be hard to trust eachother on the battlefield if your just strangers," he explained while looking out at the men and women lined in front of him. Leon took a deep breath, 'You're doing fine' he though, encouraging himself, but it didn't help when another soldier talked out of line, his question seeming a little intrusive, "that's brave of you to talk to a superior officer like that soldier. I will admit it, I am young but I was chosen to lead this squad due to my knowledge of Warlia as I grew up here," he said sternly to the man.
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[Midrick]

The troops around the camp milled about doing PT, building, or slacking off in the early morning hours. The cargo truck had slogged along its journey carrying specialist advisors from Vinland. There were a few army rangers, Paratroopers, and him, a raider. The truck stopped and the men organized their personal gear and jumped out of the back of the truck. He slung his duffel over his left shoulder, while resting his rifle on his right. Great, FNG's. The Vinlander thought as he watched the rookie soldiers train. It was going to be a chore to work with them, half of the forces weren't even standard combatants. All the forces from Brone were militia, and a pisspoor militia at that. He made a pit stop at his designated tent block. Squad five read the sign hanging off the main tent. He choose a random tent and tossed his bag in along with his rifle. His uniform consisted of a different pattern used by the northern alliance. The raiders were issued frog skin camo. Very effective in wooded and jungle terrain, only problem was it made stand out from the other soldiers. He kept his knife on his chest plate. His armor consisted of a large upper plate with smaller, segmented plates along his midsection and sides, with larger plates in the back. His sleeves were rolled above his elbows, exposing some of the scars on his arms. He walked out back to where the largest group of soldiers were assembled.

He stood with his arms crossed, a few feet behind the lieutenant, Surveying the troops. Some had questions. Some started challenging authority. He noticed the hothead who was probing was a staff sergeant. "Lieutenant." he said in a growl, announcing his presence. "Corporal Pat Smith, Vinland marines, 1st raider regiment, or what's left of it." He said as he looked around at the soldiers once more, he was considerably taller and bigger than the rest of them, the only one coming close to his height was the lancer. He turned his head to the side and spat. "When do we start." he questioned as he popped the joints in his neck.

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Kenneth Everhart
Scout​

The new Lieutenants response was pretty short but to the point. "that's brave of you to talk to a superior officer like that soldier. I will admit it, I am young but I was chosen to lead this squad due to my knowledge of Warlia as I grew up here."- Kenneth smiled a bit smugly. "If all it takes to be 'brave' is to make jabs at higher ups then every drunk in Eibran should be commended." he spoke but then lifted his hand up to his head for a salute. "Well, Kenneth Everhart here. Staff Sergeant. I'm a Scout but feel free to throw me wherever, I'll deal with it someway or another." He seemed rather relaxed and still had a smug grin.

Lowering his hand he listened in one or two of the others questioning about what kind of camp this was. It was true that he's been here for a while, only doing standard military training. Stuff he's done a thousand times over before now. So with Leonardo's answer, his suspicions were proven corrected. They were here for teamwork drills. Working with people is exactly the kind of training Kenneth would rather avoid, others just got in the way. Problem was if he spoke up about it he'd just get told the same standard answer he always gets- 'You're wrong', 'Teamwork is important', 'Learn to work as a unit'. Blah, blah, blah. He learned that just secretly avoiding his team during skirmish training worked out as long as he got his job done.

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[Elekta Kount]

James Porter
Shock Trooper
The captain nodded in approval, as he took a step to the lieutenant's right. The captain didn't say this, but it was clear to him that the member nations of the Alliance were running out of experience, senior soldiers. That was why he was there.
"Sir! Sir!"
The captain turned his attention sideways, as he watched a frantic soldier running towards the group, waving what appeared to be a telegram in his hand.
"...it's...*pant* the Royk *pant* they've *pant* they've..."
"Good grief, man, take a breath before you speak." The captain said, a bit undignified by the sudden interruption by the soldier.
"...the Royks...they've broken through the *pant* the Eastern defenses *pant* and are advancing for the capital!"
"What? How's that possible? The last of our Intel on the Imps in that area said that it was a defensive force."
The soldier took a moment to take a couple of deep breathes, before standing upright to address the officers.
"It's true! Their offensive has started and High commander has order ever available fighting unit to the Eastern Border to repel the enemies advanced." The soldier said, offering the telegram to the lieutenant. "Orders are to rendezvous with the rest of the company at Arburg, along with the 6th and 7th Army as soon as possible..."
The orders on the telegram were exactly as the soldier stated.
"Well then...things are giving living around here.." The Captain grunted at this grim news, before looking to the lieutenant. "...if the Imps take the capital then they'll have a base of operation to launch their offensive for the rest of Western Warlia...more importantly, they'll split the Alliance in two if they manage to succeed in capturing the rest of the nation...now that simply won't do."
The captain said, scratching his chin, before looking back at the lieutenant.
"Well, lad, looks like it's your chance to prove yourself...on your orders, we'll head for Arburg...and perhaps put the boot to them Imp bastards."
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