Europa's peace hung on a tightrope. Even the war-fatigued nations, burnt to exhaustion from the attrition of the First Europan War, could not manage anything beyond a bitter peace. In the East, the East Europan Imperial Alliance had once been a magnificent, sprawling Empire that spanned all Europa, and during its height, ushered in a golden age of peace and prestige. Its fracture, however, has not gone unforgiven, for the nascent powers in the West challenge their hegemony, pooling their strength while too bickering among themselves. An Empire is born and built upon families, by a nation, by religion, and such with the hearts of its mothers, the wisdom of its fathers, and the exuberance of its children does it prosper; Such that these upstart youths of states say they might know more than tradition is, from a certain perspective, an arrogant one.
Yet, what was to be said of the republics of the West? Have they no merit to grant unto men the inalienable rights held to all beings dear? Do those ideals that turned the air of change from a breeze into a gale have no merit, for if the notion of liberty, fraternity, and equality were such foreign concepts to the minds of kings, then by what use was it to be ruled as such? What merit were the machines of wonder if we were to be ruled by machine men? With machine minds? And machine hearts and machine souls? The people of Europa are not machines, not cattle nor fodder; They are men, with all the love of humanity within their hearts, and with the minds and hearts of all their spirit, the Federation has vowed since its inception that they will stand to see men prosper...and tyrants die.
With two ideologically opposing factions exercising so closely to one another, the tides of conflict were, in the minds of many, an inevitability. The solution, then, was clear: If not through the courtroom, their ancient disputes would need to be settled on the battlefield. From the fateful day where the fields of Europa first saw relief from the firestorms of war, the First Europan War was, to its denizens, called to an end. Yet, there was no official peace treaty, for such an insolent document would insist either the Federation or the Empire had done something unjust. Still, the good earth of Europa saw peace, but hidden deep in the minds of the people, they knew that this peace was sustained on borrowed time.
That time has come to a close.
In its time of peace, the preparations had been made, the plans drawn, the men trained. Among those valiant souls arose the need for the gifted and talented, for those willing and able to go beyond the constraints of the common soldier. Our technology had borne us the fineness to amplify the capabilities of the warfighter, and too came the necessity to adapt to it. Herein enter the Edinburgh Armored Ranger Corps. The Rangers have a notorious reputation for fortitude, bravery, and adaptability, but the result of such ardent training that might break many a soldier is one of most supine character. With the formation of such Corps comes the need for the acclimatization of new weapons, tactics, and technology; In the hands of the very best, the Ranger Corps will be on the cutting edge of warfare, engaging well with their comrades-in-arms as they bond valiantly together. Performing feats thought impossible, the bonds they share will, too, shape every Ranger and forge an engagement stronger than any weaponized steel or ragnite monstrosity.
And the Ranger Corps is in need of a few good men.
Gathered together by Chancellor Mark Newman and General Nicolette Ducasse a group of officials across the Federation placed their stakes in a special operations team that answered only to the collective that would be known as the Insider Council.
With a war so inevitable and its weapons archaic, the path for the future remained. Funding provided through merit, science devoted to the needs of its members, and a demand to prove that the General's experiment would pay off resulted in the birth of a delicate group strung together from the international armies of the Federation. The Empire would strike back and if the first war proved anything it proved that the Empire would devote time and effort to the strengths of works behind closed doors. The Federation would not sit back and idly ponder what beast would spawn while they twiddled their thumbs and called it keeping the peace. Nicolette was affected by the tragedy that was the first Europan War. She would not let this mistake repeat itself again. Echo Black, the militaristic experiment, would pull through.
Using members of the 21st Armored Rangers' Squad C as the core and pulls from across the Federation, Echo Black is formed. Elite, recruits, members of ambition. These men and women are hand selected as showing potential amongst their peers. If not by skill, then by exceptional heart.
By mission, by commission, by life and by death the Federation judges. By victory, by success, and by excess of its history does it rise and fall. An army that does it all. The cavalry that's coming, the shadows in the night, the first in or the last out, and the friend in the trench that will see it through to the end. The beginnings of legends and the ongoing of humble peace.
Though it took much negotiating and convincing, the general's experience and more importantly, influence in politics, allow them the space required to let the children of war grow. Though Newman proves to be a valuable ally from the west, his influence can only spread so far. It is up to the actions of Echo Black and the intelligence of Echo White's core members to ensure its future development and in turn the end of an undoubtedly long and bloody war.
Yet, what was to be said of the republics of the West? Have they no merit to grant unto men the inalienable rights held to all beings dear? Do those ideals that turned the air of change from a breeze into a gale have no merit, for if the notion of liberty, fraternity, and equality were such foreign concepts to the minds of kings, then by what use was it to be ruled as such? What merit were the machines of wonder if we were to be ruled by machine men? With machine minds? And machine hearts and machine souls? The people of Europa are not machines, not cattle nor fodder; They are men, with all the love of humanity within their hearts, and with the minds and hearts of all their spirit, the Federation has vowed since its inception that they will stand to see men prosper...and tyrants die.
With two ideologically opposing factions exercising so closely to one another, the tides of conflict were, in the minds of many, an inevitability. The solution, then, was clear: If not through the courtroom, their ancient disputes would need to be settled on the battlefield. From the fateful day where the fields of Europa first saw relief from the firestorms of war, the First Europan War was, to its denizens, called to an end. Yet, there was no official peace treaty, for such an insolent document would insist either the Federation or the Empire had done something unjust. Still, the good earth of Europa saw peace, but hidden deep in the minds of the people, they knew that this peace was sustained on borrowed time.
That time has come to a close.
In its time of peace, the preparations had been made, the plans drawn, the men trained. Among those valiant souls arose the need for the gifted and talented, for those willing and able to go beyond the constraints of the common soldier. Our technology had borne us the fineness to amplify the capabilities of the warfighter, and too came the necessity to adapt to it. Herein enter the Edinburgh Armored Ranger Corps. The Rangers have a notorious reputation for fortitude, bravery, and adaptability, but the result of such ardent training that might break many a soldier is one of most supine character. With the formation of such Corps comes the need for the acclimatization of new weapons, tactics, and technology; In the hands of the very best, the Ranger Corps will be on the cutting edge of warfare, engaging well with their comrades-in-arms as they bond valiantly together. Performing feats thought impossible, the bonds they share will, too, shape every Ranger and forge an engagement stronger than any weaponized steel or ragnite monstrosity.
And the Ranger Corps is in need of a few good men.
Gathered together by Chancellor Mark Newman and General Nicolette Ducasse a group of officials across the Federation placed their stakes in a special operations team that answered only to the collective that would be known as the Insider Council.
With a war so inevitable and its weapons archaic, the path for the future remained. Funding provided through merit, science devoted to the needs of its members, and a demand to prove that the General's experiment would pay off resulted in the birth of a delicate group strung together from the international armies of the Federation. The Empire would strike back and if the first war proved anything it proved that the Empire would devote time and effort to the strengths of works behind closed doors. The Federation would not sit back and idly ponder what beast would spawn while they twiddled their thumbs and called it keeping the peace. Nicolette was affected by the tragedy that was the first Europan War. She would not let this mistake repeat itself again. Echo Black, the militaristic experiment, would pull through.
Using members of the 21st Armored Rangers' Squad C as the core and pulls from across the Federation, Echo Black is formed. Elite, recruits, members of ambition. These men and women are hand selected as showing potential amongst their peers. If not by skill, then by exceptional heart.
By mission, by commission, by life and by death the Federation judges. By victory, by success, and by excess of its history does it rise and fall. An army that does it all. The cavalry that's coming, the shadows in the night, the first in or the last out, and the friend in the trench that will see it through to the end. The beginnings of legends and the ongoing of humble peace.
Though it took much negotiating and convincing, the general's experience and more importantly, influence in politics, allow them the space required to let the children of war grow. Though Newman proves to be a valuable ally from the west, his influence can only spread so far. It is up to the actions of Echo Black and the intelligence of Echo White's core members to ensure its future development and in turn the end of an undoubtedly long and bloody war.
Welcome everybody to our titular Valkyria Chronicles RP, Echo Black. For everyone who has been patiently waiting for us, on behalf of both Proxy and myself, we would like to thank you for your understanding and cooperation whilst we organized this endeavor. Getting everything together was no easy feat, and conjoining all of our mangled notes into an exciting campaign was quite the intensive process. Without further ado, accept this as our formal introduction into the adventures of Echo Black!
Last but not least, anyone interested in joining this RP would do well to join the Discord server! The Discord is where you'll most reliably talk to the GMs as well as your fellow players, as the OOC is typically reserved for only the most important announcements.
