Voting for option two. Player conflict focused on two or three different nations than a brawl of many will be more managable and entertaining than everyone having a nation for themselves.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
I understand that this is getting ridiculous, but I'm still unable to post. It you can, please hold, though I would understand if you find this distasteful.
Boo! Hiss! And somesuch other comments.
Seriously though, take your time and write when you feel able to. Its college finals time for a lot of people anyway, a delay now won't be much of a issue.
Again, delays are hitting me. I'm pushing my hardest to get posts out later but it may take me a long few days.
Quality before haste mate. Seems we're all working to spin up into action.
@Skylar I'll wait until @LetMeDoStuff posts to respond to both together.
Roger that, thanks for letting me know.
Adrianna Hosten and crew
"For fucking Valkyrie's sake ya didn't need to hit me that hard Natch." Grumbled a dark-blue haired tank crewman as he followed the driver up to where Adrianna was standing and waiting for her crew to fall in, with a third large burly man following up from behind. The tank commander inwardly sighed as she began to realize Natch might be the blessing of the bunch.
"These the rest of the crew Natch?" Adrianna inquired, mentally grunting at the lack of another woman in her crew. It was gonna get tight in a three-person turret with this set of oddballs.
"Yeah, thats us. Private Reiner. Loader, engine-starter, backup machinegun operator madam." Commented the Darcsen, not even remotely trying to disguise how unmotivated he was to be present, with his uniform fairly disheveled and with a pack of cigarettes tucked into his rolled-up sleeves. Adrianna could tell he was doing to be a problem of the idle mule kind, even for a Darcsen. But maybe his limited role in the tank would keep him out of the way.
"Don't mind mister sourpus here, ma'am. I've seen him on the practice grounds, he can do his job just like me. Private Joey Parker. Gunner." Greeted the bigger man who stood a full head taller than her and offered a hearty handshake to his commander. "Ain't no cat on the 75 better than me."
"Spoken like a true FNG."
"Dog, I may be new but I know my stuff. Aced my tanker practicals. Anyway commander don't worry about me or mister dark-n-gloomy. Just keep me pointed at the right target and I'll do my thing."
"Good to know private." Adrianna replied, noting the man's strong grip even when being gentle. Her gunner seemed credibly earnest, though his lack of combat experience was still a issue. It seemed indeed she was the only veteran, such as it was, among this crew. A hell of a start, especially compared to the battle-scarred tank parked nearby. "Alright, straighten up and get ready to fall in. Lieutenant's gonna call up soon, so pocket those smokes trooper. Natch, can you get me the tank's charts? Maintenance logs?"
"Yeah yeah." "Yes ma'am!"
Rolling her eyes at Reiner's antics, but without time to give the man the proper dressing-down she'd give to any slacker in the mines, Adrianna instead turned to meet the rest of the squad as it was forming up. Given how the higher-ups of the squad were already there, might as well offer her greetings to the leaders she'd be working with before diving back to dealing with her oddball crew.
Stepping next to the girl that just came in with a number of bruises already on her face, Adrianna fell in line and saluted as well. "Lance corporal Adrianna Hosten, tank commander of Bravo-one-one reporting sir." After dropping her arm, it was only then she noticed how the person she was standing next to held herself oddly. Like someone who was trying to walk off getting hurt on the job. Was she another veteran? Or something else?
"Hey, you alright trooper? You look like you've been through a lot."
@Poi
"For fucking Valkyrie's sake ya didn't need to hit me that hard Natch." Grumbled a dark-blue haired tank crewman as he followed the driver up to where Adrianna was standing and waiting for her crew to fall in, with a third large burly man following up from behind. The tank commander inwardly sighed as she began to realize Natch might be the blessing of the bunch.
"These the rest of the crew Natch?" Adrianna inquired, mentally grunting at the lack of another woman in her crew. It was gonna get tight in a three-person turret with this set of oddballs.
"Yeah, thats us. Private Reiner. Loader, engine-starter, backup machinegun operator madam." Commented the Darcsen, not even remotely trying to disguise how unmotivated he was to be present, with his uniform fairly disheveled and with a pack of cigarettes tucked into his rolled-up sleeves. Adrianna could tell he was doing to be a problem of the idle mule kind, even for a Darcsen. But maybe his limited role in the tank would keep him out of the way.
"Don't mind mister sourpus here, ma'am. I've seen him on the practice grounds, he can do his job just like me. Private Joey Parker. Gunner." Greeted the bigger man who stood a full head taller than her and offered a hearty handshake to his commander. "Ain't no cat on the 75 better than me."
"Spoken like a true FNG."
"Dog, I may be new but I know my stuff. Aced my tanker practicals. Anyway commander don't worry about me or mister dark-n-gloomy. Just keep me pointed at the right target and I'll do my thing."
"Good to know private." Adrianna replied, noting the man's strong grip even when being gentle. Her gunner seemed credibly earnest, though his lack of combat experience was still a issue. It seemed indeed she was the only veteran, such as it was, among this crew. A hell of a start, especially compared to the battle-scarred tank parked nearby. "Alright, straighten up and get ready to fall in. Lieutenant's gonna call up soon, so pocket those smokes trooper. Natch, can you get me the tank's charts? Maintenance logs?"
"Yeah yeah." "Yes ma'am!"
Rolling her eyes at Reiner's antics, but without time to give the man the proper dressing-down she'd give to any slacker in the mines, Adrianna instead turned to meet the rest of the squad as it was forming up. Given how the higher-ups of the squad were already there, might as well offer her greetings to the leaders she'd be working with before diving back to dealing with her oddball crew.
Stepping next to the girl that just came in with a number of bruises already on her face, Adrianna fell in line and saluted as well. "Lance corporal Adrianna Hosten, tank commander of Bravo-one-one reporting sir." After dropping her arm, it was only then she noticed how the person she was standing next to held herself oddly. Like someone who was trying to walk off getting hurt on the job. Was she another veteran? Or something else?
"Hey, you alright trooper? You look like you've been through a lot."
@Poi
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So, I tallied up our current ranks from the PC sheets, and this is as follows:
Scout 1
Shocktrooper 4
Lancer 1
Engineer 0
Sniper 1
Armored Crewman 2
We have a number of shocktoopers but a deficit of most other classes (with engineer being non-existent). May I suggest a cap on any more Shocktroopers until things balance out?
Geez, we're more of a armored spearhead unit than rag-tag militia group. This is....gonna be interesting.
Adrianna Holsten walked through the barracks halls still tugging at various bits of her uniform and making sure her lance corporal patches were sewn on right. As usual with the military, it was either too big or too small, and in her case it was edging on the latter and uncomfortably. The usual logistical snafu when it came to hasty mobilization (or maybe a quartermaster with a nasty sense of humor), one more thing to file a requisition for once she actually got some more battle time logged with this unit and thus more priority. Not that she minded a close fit in the confines of the tank, but it was annoying to have shifting discomfort in the clothes one wore. The only thing that felt reassuringly right was her Fouzen town watch leather cap and radio headset which she kept from her town watch outfit.
Striding through the assembly area, Adrianna took note of the two tanks in the space where Squad 11 was coming together. One of them looked beaten to hell, with the very visible mark of a armor-piercing round in the frontal glacis and the hodgepodge armoring of a crew desperate to augment their protection against the heavier Imperial guns. A veteran tank with a veteran crew, the same look her Can Opener had before she fired her final shot.
The other one on the other hand looked factory-new, literally. Several layers of paint were absent, and the tank was a plain flat hue of blue, likely from being rushed straight off the assembly line to equip the mobilizing militia. And judging from the serial number on the side, it was going to be her new ride.
"Corporal Hosten? Lance Corporal Hosten?" A young kid that looked like he barely made conscription age wearing a helmet called out jogging up to her, and by the looks of his uniform one of her tankers.
"Thats me. And you?"
"Private Miles Natch, your driver ma'am! And, wow, can I say its a real honor to be here. With you I mean. Its great to hit the field with someone with actual combat experience, real confidence-booster and all."
"I can bet." Adrianna curtly replied while mentally juggling whether to give the kid a headpat for his enthusiasm or a punch to try to get the naivety out early. From his accent and tone, he was from one of the southern cities that hadn't seen the war yet, a real FNG fresh out of highschool military courses. She decided to try being professional around him to begin with. "Listen kid, don't sweat it too much on your first day. You know your forward and reverse and listen to my every order and you'll do just fine by me. Clear?"
"Crystal ma'am! Oh, guess we might want to go get the rest of the crew since the lieutenant is here, we got one of the new three-person turrets so we're running with four." Adrianna nodded at that and waved her subordinate off to grab the other two tankers in her crew. Her old miltia tank was a three-seater, where the gunner had to load their own shells if the commander didn't pitch in. While it entailed deleting some ammo and some tightness in elbow room, having a dedicated gunner/loader pair would make it easier to focus on her job. If they were competent at their jobs that is, the level of training the other town watches and militia recruits was a bit concerning from what she had seen so far.
She only hoped the rest of the squad were better than these rookies as she waited for them to fall in while turning to face the CO's of the squad. Those two looked reliable at least, but there was no telling what they really were like until they introduced themselves. She heard some squads were ending up with college students in social sciences and arts in charge, and hoped she didn't end up with one of those ivory-tower types.
Striding through the assembly area, Adrianna took note of the two tanks in the space where Squad 11 was coming together. One of them looked beaten to hell, with the very visible mark of a armor-piercing round in the frontal glacis and the hodgepodge armoring of a crew desperate to augment their protection against the heavier Imperial guns. A veteran tank with a veteran crew, the same look her Can Opener had before she fired her final shot.
The other one on the other hand looked factory-new, literally. Several layers of paint were absent, and the tank was a plain flat hue of blue, likely from being rushed straight off the assembly line to equip the mobilizing militia. And judging from the serial number on the side, it was going to be her new ride.
"Corporal Hosten? Lance Corporal Hosten?" A young kid that looked like he barely made conscription age wearing a helmet called out jogging up to her, and by the looks of his uniform one of her tankers.
"Thats me. And you?"
"Private Miles Natch, your driver ma'am! And, wow, can I say its a real honor to be here. With you I mean. Its great to hit the field with someone with actual combat experience, real confidence-booster and all."
"I can bet." Adrianna curtly replied while mentally juggling whether to give the kid a headpat for his enthusiasm or a punch to try to get the naivety out early. From his accent and tone, he was from one of the southern cities that hadn't seen the war yet, a real FNG fresh out of highschool military courses. She decided to try being professional around him to begin with. "Listen kid, don't sweat it too much on your first day. You know your forward and reverse and listen to my every order and you'll do just fine by me. Clear?"
"Crystal ma'am! Oh, guess we might want to go get the rest of the crew since the lieutenant is here, we got one of the new three-person turrets so we're running with four." Adrianna nodded at that and waved her subordinate off to grab the other two tankers in her crew. Her old miltia tank was a three-seater, where the gunner had to load their own shells if the commander didn't pitch in. While it entailed deleting some ammo and some tightness in elbow room, having a dedicated gunner/loader pair would make it easier to focus on her job. If they were competent at their jobs that is, the level of training the other town watches and militia recruits was a bit concerning from what she had seen so far.
She only hoped the rest of the squad were better than these rookies as she waited for them to fall in while turning to face the CO's of the squad. Those two looked reliable at least, but there was no telling what they really were like until they introduced themselves. She heard some squads were ending up with college students in social sciences and arts in charge, and hoped she didn't end up with one of those ivory-tower types.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
Count me intrigued. Looking forward to what system you have in mind.
On a brighter note, Valkyria Chronicles 4 has been announced! Now set on the Federation front against the Empire!
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Here is my tanker character, do I also write something up for my tank crew NPC's?
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