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Bug out.

Let's be professionals about this and not overreach.

>>27826630
>[x] Just one ambush
We need to weaken this ISF force, but we are out of rockets, low on ammo, and I don't think we were equipped with Sindarxi-level night-vision equipment.

Hit them once more then bug out.

Waiting on at least one more vote.

>>27826630
One Ambush.

Let's not overextend.

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“Let's bloody their nose,” you say, “So they can remember the name.”

“If we want to ambush them, we're going to need bait,” says Hojo, “Let's prey on their minds, let them construct a false narrative.”

“Like a straggler, left behind by a malfunctioning leg motor, as his comrades head for the hills” you say.

Hojo smiles, “Outside of 300 meters, their chances of hitting with a rocket are next to nil. They can enjoy the crushing despair as bullets bounce off.”

“Are you volunteering?” asks Kenny.

“Of course. I lead from the front,” says Hojo.

You nod accepting his choice, and you order the rest of your men to start their march. Hojo makes a convincing act of keeping up, before falling behind your pace. You look back and see him fake an actuator hit, limping as if his leg were a lead club.

>Roll 6d10 for Tactics

Rolled 9, 6, 5, 7, 2, 4 = 33

>>27827062

Rolled 5, 10, 8, 7 = 30

Roll

Rolled 10, 1, 5, 3, 9, 7 = 35

>>27827062

Rolled 3, 1, 3, 1 = 8

Writing

Rolled 2, 1, 9, 2 = 14

You wait for the sound of the guns as you see the dim silhouettes of the ISF troopers crest a hill. Just as soon as they pop up, they retreat and take cover before you can fire back. Muzzles flash in the dark as they open up, lead zipping through the air with a sound like a dentist's drill. They seem to recognize the trap.

However, as you look to the side, you see a pair of jeeps filled with troops. Their axles strain under the load. You call out their position and are faced with a dilemna. You hear the boom of Hojo's rifle as he starts to engage the section (maybe a platoon) facing him. Do you get him out of their? Or do you take on the immediate threat because those heavy machine guns could hurt you badly?

[ ] Cover Hojo
[ ] Take out the jeeps
[ ] Other

>>27827446
>[x] Take out the jeeps
Like Hojo said, unless the riflemen get extremely lucky, they can't penetrate his armor.

Rolled 3, 9, 1, 6, 5, 10 = 34

>>27827446
[x] Take out the jeeps, call Hojo and let him know the score.

Hard decision, honestly. I kinda want to back off, we can't afford losses.

Roll me 4d

Rolled 4, 9, 4, 2 = 19

>>27827678

Rolled 3, 3, 2, 1 = 9

>>27827678
rollan

Rolled 8, 6, 1, 10 = 25

>>27827678
>>27827760
crap, rolled 4d4..

You decide to open up on the jeeps. The heavy rifle recoils firmly into your armor. The cyclical rate is so slow that you could probably pull the trigger faster than it cycles. However, you watch the hot bullet fly through the air. Your men quickly join in as the lead punches through man and machine just the same. The first jeep takes one in its tire, and spins out of control before it crashes on its occupants. You quickly switch targets as the gunner of the second jeep opens up.

It too is downed under a fusillade of large caliber bullets. You can almost swear that one man's arm is torn off by a bullet. The fire ceases as the two smoking cars come to a stop. You do a quick ammo check, forty rounds left in four magazines.

“I'm hit!” groans Suddeth.

“I've got them pinned down,” says Hojo, sprinting back to join you as more ISF soldiers open up.

“Where are you hit?” asks Kenny.

“Leg, probably broken. Bastard nailed me with a fifty. Armor stopped it from destroying my leg, but I've got splinters up in my thigh. You see that more ISF forces have closed in on you.

[ ] Leave him if he can't walk
[ ] Carry him
[ ] Other

Rolled 8, 7, 6, 10 = 31

>>27827678
We"ll SUPPRESS FIRE on the infantry targeting Hojo. Others take the jeeps. Then bug it

>>27827929
Jeeps are disabled

>>27827912
Shit. You already posted. Carry him. Get one or two to suppress fire. We"ll cycle between who suppresses fire and moves. Its the fastest and safest way to bug out IMO.

>>27827965
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=BovXzH36M0I#t=75

Something like this, but with shooting to suppress their advancements. Maybe fire off some smoke too.

Smoke and retreat under fire and maneuver?

>>27828094

Yes.

>>27828094
Yes. It"ll hopefully let us kill some ISF on the way too. We already did enough and got casualty. We don't need to get surrounded when we're already slowed down.

Rolled 5, 1, 4, 9 = 19

>>27827965
Backing this, shame about Suddeth slowing us down, but we can't afford to leave a man behind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ac9m8_NVYvY

Video always related.

OP, can you pastebin the timeline? I recommend you start OP posts with a brief synopsis of what the quest is about and what has happened.

“What are you doing?” you bark, grabbing Suddeth. You see something dark dripping out from his armored leg.

“Kenny, McNamara, three rounds rapid,” you order.

They take aim and open up.

“Hold on, Suddeth,” you say, folding your radio antenna out of the way, “Give me your hand.”

He does, and you pick him up in a fireman's carry. You feel three-hundred kilos of weight slam you into the ground. It smashes down on you like Atlas, crushing you down. Your knees bend under the weight as bullets zip around you. Hojo reaches your position and you know you have to move.

You scream as you drive your hips upward and start to run with Kenny and McNamara as Hojo and Reuther fire aimed shots in quick succession. You can feel the armor straining under the massive weight.

“Pop smoke and let's ditch these fuckers,” you order.

You hear the pins pulled and smell the acrid stench as you slip away into the night.

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>>27828543

Morning comes again at base. Suddeth's leg was broken and lacerated by spall from the hit. It was nothing that couldn't be taken care of there. He rests as the war rages on. You listen to a rebel radio station broadcasting about recent successes in Houston and DC. Berlin, New Orleans, and Tokyo are still hellish urban battlefields. The ISF seems to be turning the tide in San Diego and Paris. Of course, you can't be sure just how much of it is propaganda. Natalie is still in the hospital.

You switch off the radio and the Sidarxi “television.” Your legs are itching, sitting around in the bunker with nothing to do.

[ ] Talk (with whom)
[ ] Train
[ ] Try get some fresh air
[ ] Other

>>27828633
>[X] Talk with Suddeth (if he's still there)
Otherwise, Hojo or Yezrina works.

>>27828633
>[ ] Other
Check on the suits. They must have taken some damage, and we should repair what we can.

>>27828177
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yie7sM8SG40

Video also related. It makes good action music. Particularly at around 1:20

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>>27828732

If there's anyone else, another vote to clear things up would be nice.

Rolled 7, 7, 4, 5 = 23

>>27828633
[x] Talk with Suddeth and Natalie. Hell, chat up the whole squad, get their perspective on what happened. Gotta make sure our people are okay.

Dread, what's the status quo long-term policy of Earth that the empire is currently using? I can't see them maintaining a global occupation. That shit just isn't possible without glassing a planet.

Even with instantaneous FTL, you're still talking about a massive amount of resources and manpower.

>>27828977
The long-term is an occupation led by Sidarxi, but carried out by humans. Look at the ISF.

After a while all those outside due to resentment will have died off or taken the low-hanging fruit that is membership in the ISF.

Bam. Vassal.

>>27828977
They don't want to occupy it. They want to minimize dissent in the long term by creating a cultural hegemony.

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You go back to the mess. Suddeth is there, leg encased in some sort of futuristic plaster. The lights have been brightened to something that's actually comfortable for your eyes. He smiles and give you a thumbs up.

“How are you doing?” you ask him.

He rubs his moustache as he thinks it over, “As well as I can, all things considered. That knife ear shit really does work magic.”

You catch the attention of the rest of the men.

“So, what went wrong and what went right?” you ask.

Hojo offers a comment, “The ambush of the tanks themselves went splendidly, but it wasn't a good idea to go after an entire battalion.”

Kenny offers another comment, “We should have done something to separate the infantry from the tanks.”

McNamara adds, “The ambush itself went beautifully. We got about ten of fourteen tanks, even if some can be repaired. Fifty-percent casualties before entering combat is typically a gross failure.”

“So,” you say, “Ambush was well done, but we should faded away after we'd nailed the tanks”

“Essentially, but we probably could have done a better job with elevation and jump packs. Nail them from the roofs and fly away,” says Reuther.

[ ] Play a game
[ ] Inspect the armor
[ ] Talk with Yezrina
[ ] Other

>>27829552
Jump packs? I forgot about those. Can you give us a rundown of what our armor can do? And what gear/weapons we have access to?

>[X] Inspect the armor

>>27829552
>[ ] Inspect the armor
>[ ] Talk with Yezrina
First we need to know if our equipment needs new parts or extensive repairs. Then we can report to Yezrina with an itemized list.

>>27829552
[x] Inspect the armor
[x] Go see Natalie

Yezrina can wait, we're making sure our people and our gear are good to go.

>>27829832
She's still in the hospital, not available to visit unless you take a long drive.

>>27829685
I'm up for this.

>>27829849
Ah, well, nm then. Check the armor and keep chatting with the guys in the process.

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“I'll see you later,” you say, “I'm going to need to check on the armor.”

You wave and head over to the armory. All the suits are there. Suddeth's right cuisse has been rendered completely unserviceable. The .50-caliber round had smashed through the rounded steel plate. It had done its job preventing a penetration; you feel the crater where the bullet had shattered against the steel. The inside is a mess. The splinters had even taken out the linkage to the motors. Looking carefully, you see spots of blood.

Your own armor lost its radio antenna despite the precautions. There are a few hits from bullets that splattered against the steel plate. You realize how lucky it is that you were only hit in hard areas. The others are similar with mostly cosmetic damage.

You come to Natalie's suit. It's mostly good, but you see cracks running from a neat indentation in the helmet. That's a total write-off. You can see how it happened; someone had shot her in the head, and the bullet had hit squarely rather than deflecting. The transfer had whipped her neck back far too violently, and that had taken her out of the fight

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You take a notebook and make a list of all the parts that need replacement as well as your munition expenditures. You go to Yezrina's quarters and knock. She gives you permission to come in.

She is sifting through a number of documents on one of those gee-whiz, solid light displays, manipulating them with her hands. You would have been at home with something more conventional, like an electrical typewriter.

“Your results were satisfactory, but I'd rather not deploy with as few people as we now have. Do not worry; Mr. Suddeth should be back to fighting condition shortly.”

You nod and present her with your list of items to be replaced. She takes it and scans through the list.

“I'm not sure if I can obtain jump packs. Other than the shared design between German and Soviet suits, there is no standard design. Americans used their own rocket packs. There's little standardization among the rebel suits, and I would rather not have put you in a design that degrades out so quickly,” she says.

“Well, can you get them?” you ask.

“Except the jump packs, which are a 'maybe,' yes.”

She looks at you closely.

“Fritz, you seem troubled. What's on your mind?”

[ ] Your sister
[ ] The war
[ ] My team
[ ] Other

>>27830329
[x] Your sister
[x] The war

We need to know if the ISF's performance thus far isn't going to result in the worst case scenario, which would be bad for the sister. I guess I'm looking for assurance.

>>27830329
>[X] Everything. The war, my sister, my team.

Speaking of, we should probably expand our size to something like 10 men. It"ll still be small scale, but it"ll let us use more advanced tactics. We're pretty much at the second smallest unit level, and we ended up going alone without any support.

“Yeah,” you say, voicing your simplest concern, “I don't think we have enough people to soak up the casualties we're taking. At least ten would be better. That way, we can play around with more advanced tactics.”

“That's true,” she says, “But the largest impediment is transporting you with your armors.”

“Can we rectify it?” you ask.

“Not now, but you might work with other units similar to your own,” she says.

“So there are more cells like this?” you ask.

“Of course there are; get my sister's nonsense out of your head,” she snaps.

You sit down against the wall.

“The problem is that I can't,” you admit, “She seemed far too vitriolic and scared to be lying. Is this just a fool's venture? A devil's charge into the gates of hell?”

Your cheek is burning and you are on the floor. Yezrina just delivered a vicious backhand that left your reeling.

“What the hell was that about!” you growl, just about ready to snap that slender neck of hers.

“Let's establish some baselines about my people. Most of what they're going to be telling you humans is designed to serve their own ends. The truth is twisted and bent past recognition. I'm different, at least around you, because I believe the best way to deal with you is with honesty.”

“Why should I believe you,” you ask, “If all you Sidarxi do is bullshit us?”

“You shouldn't, but take note of the independence I've been giving you. At least take that as a token of my trust and honesty.”

You stew for a bit. Looking at her, you can't tell if she's doing the same.

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>>27830329
I'll support this:
>>27830407
[x] Your sister
[x] The war

>We need to know if the ISF's performance thus far isn't going to result in the worst case scenario, which would be bad for the sister. I guess I'm looking for assurance.

>>27830903
“What's the war situation like?”

“Mixed success. In some places, the ISF has managed to put together an organized and successful defense. In others, the rebels have managed great success. Most of the time, its still unclear who is winning. For our little shadow war, it's something of a draw. Our enemies have yet to propose their nuclear option, which entails your extinction. We, of course, have yet to play our hand.”

“That doesn't make me very confident,” you admit.

“Speak for yourself,” she says.

You sit there in silence.

“You can go back to your men if you'd like, but I could use your input for a little project.”

[ ] Go back to your men
[ ] Help Yezrina
[ ] Other

>>27830928
[x] Help Yezrina

She's a bitch, but she's our bitch.

>>27830928
>[x] Help Yezrina

>>27830928
Wait. So how exactly are we supposed to get the majority of the Sidarxi's opinion in favor of Yezrina's plan (or ours) and/or marginalize the other faction?

>>27831206
It's only been about a week.

>>27831206
For our plan at least, we"ll have to see. But one good idea is to avoid committing war crimes against Sidarxi. Clean kills and/or take prisoners.

>>27830928
[x] Help Yezrina

Ok so we totally pissed her off (or maybe she's acting). Prolly be best to help her out to smooth things over.

>>27830928
>[x] Help Yezrina

OP dead or just slow?

>>27831643
Just slow. Getting the dialogue right is giving me some trouble.

>>27831737
Bounce it off online with someone you know, then edit? I find RPing alot easier than writing just because I only initiate OR react

>>27831848
It's coming along better. It should be up soon.

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“Sure, what is it?” you ask.

“Since you have some downtime, spend some time with my sister.”

You look at Yezrina as if she is crazy.

“Wouldn't she suspect that your hand is behind this?”

“Not is she is convinced that it is your own agenda at work,” says Yezrina, smirking.

“How is that supposed to happen?”

“Take some element of truth and create a narrative around it.”

“What sort of truth”

“I don't know, you tell me. Why would you want to go back with her? Do you hate me? Do you fear for your safety? Whatever the case is doesn't matter.”

You look at her, sitting at her desk, and think to yourself that she must be willfully ignorant. She smiles, and you notice its artificiality. It's just a show, using alien body language to make them comfortable.

At the same time, why do you trust her? For all you know, you could just be a tool. Her remarks say otherwise, but remember that it isn't her native tongue. There's some element of deliberation to her every word. You don't know.

Do you hate her? You do, but at the same time, prolonged contact makes her seem so much more reasonable. You think back to the war and crimes of the Sidarxi, which still leave your heart burning in rage. At the same time, if you were to strip away that alien visage and make her some German fraulein, you wouldn't despise her, at least her personality.

That just brings you back to trust. Is it all an act? You don't know. Maybe her sister knows and maybe you can find answers there. Perhaps that is it.

Maybe not. Maybe its a matter of deception. You surely don't want the Empire to win. But you can't reveal that, obvious as it may be. You saw how good the ISF had it, and you're tired of war. Through her, you might have a way to peace.

[ ] Desire to know more
[ ] War weariness
[ ] Other

[ ] Vet your narrative with her
[ ] Keep it private

>>27832056
What do these mean:
[ ] Desire to know more
[ ] War weariness
[ ] Other

And why are they separate from:
[ ] Vet your narrative with her
[ ] Keep it private

And what narrative? That we cant be completely sure whether to trust her? We really need to see some Sidarxi psychology, sociology and history.

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>>27832056

>>27832119
First set is the kernel of truth behind the story Fritz gives to her sister. The second set is whether or not Fritz wants to ask her opinion.

>>27832056
Know more.

Vet a little. Throw some false but plausible ones around too.

>>27832125
I can't believe I didn't see this coming when I wrote the options.

>>27832056
[x] Desire to know more
[x] Vet your narrative with her
It's true that we want to know more about Sindarxi culture and psychology, and vetting it will be able to keep obvious human social faux-pas's in place while steering clear of major Sindarxi social land mines.

>>27832450
seconded.

>>27832450
Also seconded, I have nothing else to add.

>>27832450
We should do actual reading before we see her though. Psychology, followed by socio and then history.

“How does curiosity sound to you?”

“What do you mean by curiosity?”

“The desire to know more about you, your society, the world beyond this planet?”

“How do you plan to spin that into a story?” she asks.

“It would be something like 'I'm looking to get an edge on you and better understand my position. I'm here because your sister wants me keep an eye on my comrade, but I'd like to talk some more with you because I realize just how little I know.'”

Yezrina mulls it over before nodding.

“I think she would buy it. I trust that you can play some of the 'dumb human card' when it comes to why you're here for your comrade. The next question is, of course, how do you arrive? You could use one of the motorcycles, or you could take the car. The motorcycle is less suspicious, but your lone appearance could be a problem. The car is flashier, but it conveys a greater authority, as the underling of some high-ranking Sidarxi.”

“Which I suppose I am,” you say.

“I'll give you the freedom to choose,” she says.

[ ] Motorcycle
[ ] Car
[ ] Other

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>>27832948
>[X] Motorcycle

>>27832948
>[x] Car
Let's us get past the ISF easier.

>>27832948
>motorcycle

>>27832948
>[x] Car

It makes more sense.

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“I think I'll take the motorcycle.”

She follows you to the garage where you find one of the motorcycles. After examining it, you find it to be in good working order.

“One more thing before you go, Fritz,” she says, handing you some bizarre floppy alien notepad. With the press of a soft stud, the screen lights up.

She quickly explains the workings of the 'flop phone,' and you pocket the strange device.

“There,” she says, “Now you have a way of contacting me if things get troublesome.”

You thank her and set off through the dusty afternoon heat. You hear the sounds of war in the city. You'd like to follow the guns, but you have promises to keep. There are quite a few miles to go before you can stop.

After showing the same ID as the last time, you are waved through the checkpoints of the base.

[ ] Find Natalie
[ ] Find Vezrina
[ ] Other

>>27833534
>[x] Find Vezrina
Keep to the plan.

>>27833534
[x] Find Vezrina

If we were taking the car I'd say Natalie first, but the bike makes us suspicious.

The interior is dim, as you remember. You do a better job of not banging your shins against low obstacles. Your boots tap against the smooth floor as you follow the half-remembered directions. You look at the plates on the doors in the foreign Sidarxi script.

One of the doors opens and out walks Vetrina in professional attire similar to what she wore the last time you saw her.

“Mr. Heller,” she says, “I didn't expect to see you so soon?”

You laugh and reply in your slow, accented Sidarxi, “Neither did I. How are you?”

“I'm doing well,” she says, “Why are you here?”

“This and that,” you say, “It would be easier to sit down and talk.”

“I suppose so,” she says, “I will finish soon, and then we can go to my quarters for that talk.”

That's it for tonight. Thanks for another good thread.

If you have any comments, concerns or criticisms of either me or the quest, feel free the post them.

>>27834076
Really digging this quest dude. Been following it for a while. Hopefully you keep at it, I know the slow nature of the replies has got to be kinda rough.

>>27834076
Thanks for running man, It's a really great quest.

>>27834532

It is what it is, and I make the most of it.