Colonel Allen Taylor stands in front of you, arms folded behind him in a very soldierly fashion. “Remove their pistol belts and rifles.” Without hesitation, two of his men come up to you and remove the belt holding your Dragoon, saber, and knife. You feel your Henry tugged off of your shoulders, the sling catching on your jacket momentarily. Looking over, you see Nakajima has also been disarmed, with his weapons and gear already in the hand of the other soldier. The Colonel leans forward, his eyes wandering down from your face to your torso. “Curious…” He reaches forward, grabbing the chain of your pocket watch and running his fingers along to the pocket in which it resides. He pulls it free, lifting it up to his eyes and inspecting it. You notice his expression changes upon seeing it, and he opens the lid to get a look inside. His eyes widen a bit. “Where did you get this?”

“A secondhand shop in Baltimore,” you lie.

Taylor’s gaze returns to the watch, particularly the inside of the lid. “Baltimore, eh? I’ll be taking this, Colonel Stockton.” He yanks the watch away from you, tugging the chain free of the spot where it was affixed to your vest. He steps back, looking at his men. “Alright, you two guard the prisoners here. We don’t need the good captain knowing about any of this.” He gestures over his shoulder. “The rest of you, come with me. We haven’t any more time to lose.”

“Yes sir,” several of the men reply gruffly. Seven or eight go with him, disappearing into the darkness after a few seconds.

You look over at the two Confederates tasked with guarding you. They’re wearing regular civilian clothes, and armed with Remington revolvers. One looks at the other, who is carrying all of your gear, and speaks. “Go put that stuff somewhere safe. It’s all pretty high quality.”

“Why not just load it on the horses now?” The other raises an eyebrow.

“Because the Colonel will want to issue it among the men when he gets back, you dolt.” The first man slaps the other on the back of the head. “He’ll not want to mess about with a saddle bag when he could’ve just picked the stuff up off of the ground.” The other man speaks up, and they both begin bickering.

You feel a boot hit your calf from behind, and look over to see Nakajima looking straight forward. “I have an idea,” he says in Japanese. He speaks just quietly enough to not be heard over their argument. “Distract them.”

>”I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.” (stay put and wait for a better moment)
>Distract them. (roll a d20)
>You have an idea of your own. Wait for them to turn their backs and run into the underbrush. (roll a d20)
>Write-in.

>>3162282
>>Distract them. (roll a d20)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3162282

>>3162282
>Distract them. (roll a d20)

Had a good break QM?

>>3162282
Also do we roll now or after?

>>3162282
>>Distract them. (roll a d20)

>>3162296
It was decent. Worked most of it, but that's normal.

>>3162299
You can roll now if you want.

>>3162282
By the way welcome back QM.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3162282
>>3162301
Glad to hear.

>>3162306
Thanks! It's good to be back. Also feel free to make your roll now if you want. The vote seems pretty well decided.

>>3162312
With the way the rolls are going looks like there's no need LOL.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3162312

>>3162323
>>3162327
This 4 happened because you didn't respect the third roll anon. Repent to the dice gods before it's too late!

Where did everyone go?

You nod at Nakajima, then take a few steps to the side so that you’re a decent distance from the Lieutenant. As soon as you’re standing in the right position, you cry out, clutching your side.

“Ah, heavens above!” You double over, falling to your knees.

The Confederates stop arguing, looking over at you. “What’s your problem?” They take a couple of steps toward you.

“My old wounds are acting up!” You raise your head to the sky, groaning. “I’ve got shrapnel in my ribs from Gettysburg. Oh, God, it hurts so much!”

One of the Confederates walks up to you, grimacing. “We can’t have him moaning and groaning like this…”

“Well what do you suggest?” The other looks at his comrade with uncertainty.

“We’ll have to give him enough whiskey to knock him out. That’s the best we can do for now.” The man frowns, reaching for a hip flask.

“Oh,” you look up at the Confederate. “Thank God for compassionate men.” You reach out to him as he goes to get the flask. “I knew I’d find good Christians in this land eventually.”

“Here,” the man hands you the flask. “Drink this for now.”

You see Nakajima move out of the corner of your eye, and grab the man’s wrist to keep him focused on you. Your Lieutenant moves with lightning speed, drawing a concealed knife from his jacket and plunging it into the Confederate’s neck. He leaves it there, drawing his Smith and Wesson before the other Confederate can properly react.

“Drop the pistol,” Nakajima instructs the enemy, who complies instantly. He puts his hands up, eyes wide as he looks from Nakajima to you. The other Confederate lays on the ground, gurgling through the blood exiting his neck. He stares up at you before the light fades from his eyes.

You stand to full height, looking at the Confederate being held at gunpoint before turning your attention to Nakajima. “Good work, Lieutenant.”

He nods. “Thank you, sir.” He cocks the hammer of his small revolver. “What shall we do with this one?” He gestures to your new captive.

>”He’ll give us away if we let him live.” (kill him and slip away undetected)
>”I’ll get some rope. We can take him with us.” (bring a prisoner back to Edgar North)
>”Knock him out, that way he won’t know where we’ve gone.” (stun him and escape)
>”Let him go. We’ll be long gone before he can get the rest of his friends.” (allow him to leave)
>Write-in.

>>3162379
>Write-in.
Knock him out then tie him up.

>>3162379
>”Knock him out, that way he won’t know where we’ve gone.” (stun him and escape)

>>3162379
>>Write-in.
Knock him out then have Nakajima tie him up Kinbaku style.

>>3162379
>”Knock him out, that way he won’t know where we’ve gone.” (stun him and escape)

Do we have a chance to recover our gear?

>>3162379
Also I'm not sure whether it's been covered in a flashback but what's significant about the pocket watch and whatever's inside it? Obviously it's something picked up during the War but what exactly?

>>3162400
That will be revealed later.

>>3162379
>>”He’ll give us away if we let him live.” (kill him and slip away undetected)

>>3162382
>>3162388
>>3162390
>>3162396
Roll a 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3162473

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3162473
I'm rollin rollin rollin.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3162473

“This,” you reply. Without any hesitation, you punch the man in the face and he crumples to the ground. A prod with your boot determines that he is indeed out cold, so you turn to your lieutenant. “Tie him up while I get our gear and prepare the horses.”

“What about your watch, sir?” He points in the general direction where the rest of the Confederates went.

You shake your head. “Forget the watch, I can buy another somewhere.” You turn toward where the Confederates dropped your gear. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here before things go more sideways.

You walk over to where they stowed your gear, and the base of a tree trunk, and retrieve the items. First you don your gunbelt and re-holster your revolver, then you bring the rest back to Nakajima. He’s already mostly done hogtying the enemy when you arrive, and as you deposit his gunbelt on the ground beside him, he ties the final knot. “Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” you reply. Quickly, you draw your revolver and check to make sure it hasn’t been messed with while those Graybacks had a hold of it. “Let’s ride out of here.”

The two of you walk over to your horses after relieving your former captives of their weapons and gear, saddling up and preparing to ride out. “We should take a different route out of here. Perhaps a roundabout course through the mountains.” Nakajima looks over at you. “To shake them off of our trail if they track us.”

You frown. “They won’t be able to track us on well-traveled dirt roads. For now let’s just focus on getting clear of this area.” With that, you both ride out onto the nearest dirt road, heading along it for a while. The night is still early, and you have a hard time seeing very far in front of you. “How well do you know this area, Lieutenant?”

“Well enough,” he says. “There are many caves in the forests around here, should we decide to take shelter for the night.” He looks over at you. “Though we could ride through the night as well, to put more distance between the enemy and ourselves.”

>”Let’s find a spot to put up camp.”
>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”
>”Are there any nearby towns or villages where we could lay low before travelling again?”
>Write-in.

>>3162528
>>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”
Get the hell away from them first.

>>3162528
>>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”

>>3162528
>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”

>>3162528
>”Are there any nearby towns or villages where we could lay low before travelling again?”
>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”

Is it possible to combine the two? If not then
>”I’m good to ride for a few more hours at least. Let’s keep going.”

>>3162528
>”Let’s find a spot to put up camp.”

Also

"Good job out there LT, you saved our skins, I owe you one, drinks on me when we have time."

“I’m good to ride a few more hours, at least.” You pick up the pace, wanting to get as far from that place as possible.

“Understood,” Nakajima nods. “What do you think those Confederates were doing there?”

You sigh. “Who knows? Nothing good, especially with the amount of gold they have.” You look over at the Lieutenant. “I heard two of the guards talking about how much land they could buy with it. They’ve definitely got a fortune buried back there.”

Nakajima frowns deeply. “They seem to still follow a military structure.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. “Do you think they could be on some kind of mission from their superiors back in America?”

You shake your head. “The Confederacy is gone. They don’t have any superiors.” Shrugging, you keep your eyes forward. “Unless they’re planning on starting some sort of government in exile… But you’d think they would choose a place with less people around. Less authority already there to worry about.”

“That is true.” Nakajima trails off after replying, scanning the road up ahead as you both ride.

The two of you keep riding for the next few hours, taking breaks whenever you need to let the horses rest. After a while, you begin to tire, feeling your eyelids getting heavy. “You still good, Nakajima?” You look over at your Lieutenant.

He nods, his head drooping briefly. “I am fine, sir.” You see him blink hard a couple times.

“I’m thinking we should find a place to stop for the night.” You squint, trying to make out the terrain ahead. In the darkness it’s nearly impossible. “These horses need to sleep too, I’m sure.”

Nakajima looks over at you. “There are bound to be some suitable places up along the sides of the road.” He frowns. “But a campsite there would be easily visible, if the enemy were still tracking us.” He nods toward the forest beside the road. “We could also try to find a clearing in this forest to make camp.” Nakajima looks up at the sky. “I would imagine we have around four or five hours of night left.”

>”Let’s just stop along the road.”
>”Putting up camp in a clearing sounds good. Let’s try to find one.”
>”What about trying to find a village? Do you think there could be an inn somewhere nearby?”
>Write-in.

>>3162629
>>”Putting up camp in a clearing sounds good. Let’s try to find one.”

>>3162629
>”Putting up camp in a clearing sounds good. Let’s try to find one.”

>>3162629
>”Putting up camp in a clearing sounds good. Let’s try to find one.”

No fire, too risky, we can hudle up for warmth

>>3162629

>”Putting up camp in a clearing sounds good. Let’s try to find one.”

“Let’s find a clearing, then.” You take your horses off of the road, heading into the forest.

The trees are close together, and the underbrush is thick enough to make the horses a bit skittish, but you are able to maneuver well enough once your eyes adjust to the even darker surroundings beneath the trees.

After maybe ten minutes, you come across a clearing that will work well enough. It is at the bottom of a little hill, with what is nearly a shallow cave in the side of it. You tie the horses up to a tree, then unpack your camping supplies and lay them out in the rocky divot. As you set up camp, Nakajima stands guard with his carbine. You’re far enough away from the road that you figure having a small fire won’t be a security issue. After you get it started, you decide to lay the bed-rolls out beside the fire itself to catch the most warmth. It’s a cool night, bordering on outright cold, and the last thing you need is either of you catching some sickness from it.

You lean against the rock face, sitting down and rubbing your eyes. Nakajima walks over and crouches by the fire, warming his hands. “That was a good save,” you speak up. “I never would’ve guessed that you had a backup weapon.”

He nods, smiling. “I am just glad that they did not search me more thoroughly.” He sits down by the fire, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. “You think we should have killed the other one, though?”

You shake your head. “He was out cold. There’s no way he’d have seen which way we went.”

Nakajima rubs his chin thoughtfully. “That is true.” He trails off, then speaks up again. “That Confederate colonel seemed to recognize your pocket watch.” Nakajima raises an eyebrow. “Why was that?”

You sigh. “It doesn’t matter. The thing belongs to him now.” You scoot over to your bed roll, removing your gun belt and laying your revolver next to you. “Let’s get some shut-eye. I want us back in Edo as soon as possible.”

Nakajima moves over to his bed roll, laying down. “As do I.” He yawns. “Do you think this fire is large enough to see from the road, sir?”

You shake your head, laying down as well. “No. The underbrush is too think, plus this shallow cave provides a good piece of cover. Disperses the smoke too.” You yawn. “Besides, it’s too cold to not have a fire of some kind. We’d have to huddle together otherwise, and that’s something you don’t want to do unless it’s the only possible solution.”

“H-huddle?” Nakajima looks straight up at the sky. He seems a bit disturbed by the suggestion, perhaps just due to the Japanese being a more reserved people. “Indeed. It would be best to save such things for emergencies.”

“Yeah.” You pull the blanket over yourself, covering your eyes with your cap. “Well, good night.”

“Good night, sir.”

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And that's going to be all for tonight. Thanks for playing! We'll have a session tomorrow at around 6PM Eastern. I got caught up in another town earlier, so that's why this one started so late. As always, questions, comments, critiques, shitposts, and everything else are welcome here.

>>3162792
Thanks for running QM

>>3162792
>and that’s something you don’t want to do unless it’s the only possible solution.

>Unless it's with you Naka-chan.

N-Nani?

>>3162792
Thanks for running, nice save on the hudling lol

By god, we're huddling with that man some day.

>>3163898
I'm pretty sure everyone in this quest is rooting for our vet and lieutenant.

>>3164012
I'm rooting for even more things that can be taken out of context and fluster the lt!

Session in approximately 20 minutes.

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You crouch as you move through the bushes, your newly-acquired repeater gripped tightly in your hands. Somewhere up the road, you hear people walking, heavy with equipment and weapons. Holding your breath, you check the chamber of your Henry to make sure it is loaded. You hear shouting as they run past you. It’s been three days since you set out back toward the North. You’re still sick, and still rail-thin, but you refuse to die here in Georgia, surrounded by these damn traitors. Not after what you saw in Sumter. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the telltale orange glow of a colossal fire in the distance. You adjust the makeshift haversack on your shoulder, heavy with supplies meant to get you as far as possible, then continue on your way.

Bolting upright, you awaken. A quick look around tells you that you are indeed still at your campsite, though it is now bathed in the golden light of midmorning. The fire has died down into smoldering coals. Sighing, you sit up normally, rubbing your side where you sometime do feel soreness from an old wound. Of course, it’s never as intense as you made it seem last night, but you can definitely feel an ache most mornings. You’re honestly surprised that your diversion worked, thinking back to it.

Leaning against the rock wall of your campsite, you yawn, stretching as you prepare to stand up. It is at that moment that you notice Nakajima’s bedroll is empty, with the blanket tossed aside. You raise an eyebrow, looking around. Perhaps he’s gone to scout the surroundings? You crouch over by the fire, getting your coffee pot out and preparing to brew some. You empty your canteen into the pot, getting the grounds and dumping them in as well.

As it starts to brew, you sit back down and take out your journal, writing down a description of the previous day’s events, as well as sketching a rough approximation of the Shenandoah for future reference. After a few more minutes, you take the pot off of the flame, pouring the coffee into a couple of tin cups to let it cool. Yawning again, you take out your revolver and remove the barrel and cylinder, giving it a proper once-over to make sure nothing was damaged by those Confederates when they man-handled your effects. Thankfully nothing is broken, but they let it hit up against something metal, because there’s a rather deep scratch in the bluing along the cylinder and frame. You sigh, that revolver had a rather beautify-done finish. You start putting the Dragoon back together, and just as you’re getting the barrel wedge in, you hear something. A shuffling sound somewhere near your camp, out of sight. Reflexively, you cock the hammer of your revolver and move to a crouched position.

>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.
>Sit back down, it’s probably just Nakajima or something.
>Call out in the direction of the noise. See if you get an answer.
>Write-in.

>>3164256
>>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.

>>3164256
>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.

Damn grayshirts just won't leave us be.

>>3164256
>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.

>>3164256

>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.

Hopefully we don't gwt him yet, its so fun to tease.

>>3164256
>>Sneak around to where the noise it coming from. You’re not getting ambushed out here.

Roll a 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3164279
just the one tho

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3164279

>>3164284
.......

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3164279

>>3164299
>>3164284
>>3164289
Well then

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3164279
Our lieutenant is too OP it looks like

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>>3164284
>>3164289
>>3164299

>>3164307
I hope its hilariously embarassing

>>3164307
Send help, Our LT is about to delimb us

>>3164312
Cuts our pants off
Or counter ambushes us!

>>3164318
>>3164312
>>3164309
>Inb4 actual grayshirt ambush

>>3164343
I was thinking the same thing

You sneak out in the direction of the sound, making sure to keep low and quiet as you move. The sound fades almost instantly upon you getting near, and you stop to listen more closely. There is someone in this forest with you, someone who is trying not to be found.

You round a small cluster of trees, revolver at the ready as you look for whoever it might be. The sound comes again, and you follow it. However, you lose it once more and find yourself wandering in search of it.

“Damn,” you mutter. It seems that whoever was making the noise, or whatever was making it, has slipped away before you could find them. Sighing, you turn back towards your camp and stand to normal height.

“Hyaaaah!” A cry comes out from beside you, catching your attention as you reflexively put a hand up to shield yourself. It is a good thing that you do, because a rather solid judo chop connects with your forearm, landing right on the bone. The person attacking you goes for another attack, moving with blinding speed as he does. You only barely avoid getting your face beaten in by a stout punch, which glides along the side of your head.

You jump back, raising your revolver only to raise an eyebrow as well. “Nakajima?”

Your lieutenant looks just as confused as you, then his face goes red as he drops into a deep bow. “I am sorry, Colonel! I thought you were an intruder and attacked without thinking!”

You sigh, holstering your Dragoon. “It’s fine, Lieutenant. I’m just glad it was you getting the drop on me and not a real enemy.” You notice that he’s not wearing his jacket, only a button-up shirt, which really emphasizes how small of a person he is.

He returns to full height, still red in the face from embarrassment. “Still, sir. Such foolishness brings me great dishonor. I am sorry.”

You shrug. “Apology accepted.” Looking around, you rest your hands on your hips. “What were you doing out here anyway?”

Nakajima frowns. “Scouting the woods for edible plants, as well as signs of hostile activity.”

You nod. “Find anything?”

He reaches into a bag on his belt, producing some wild plants. “A few berries and some herbs. No signs of enemies though.”

>”You should’ve woken me up before leaving camp.” (scold)
>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”
>Write-in.

>>3164370
>”You should’ve woken me up before leaving camp.” (scold)
>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”

Not good considering we are on the run

>>3164370
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”

Lets not be sore losers

>>3164370
>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”

>>3164370
>>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”
>>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”

>>3164370
>>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”

>>3164370
>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”

Is there anything our LT can't do?

>>3164370
>”Those were some impressive hand-to-hand moves. Could you teach me some?”
>”Well, let’s head back and get some coffee while it’s still warm.”

>>3164385
produce us heirs.

>>3164378
Changing to this.

"No need to blush Lt., no harm done"

>>3164393
For now...

“Let’s get back to camp.” You nod in the direction of your encampment. “I’ve got coffee waiting.”

“Of course, sir.” Nakajima nods.

You both begin moving back toward camp, taking your time in the think underbrush. Even though it is still early spring, plant life has sprung up rapidly. “Say, that was some impressive hand-to-hand technique.” You look over at your Lieutenant. “Could you teach it to me sometime?”

“If you wish.” Nakajima looks forward, still clearly a bit embarrassed from nearly knocking you out. “Though I would have though you learned Jujutsu from Sato back when he was still on-base. He is the expert as far as that sort of thing goes.”

“Jujutsu?” You raise an eyebrow.

Lieutenant Nakajima nods. “It means soft-technique. Much of it involves using your opponent’s weight and momentum against them.” He looks over at you. “The way you jumped back was actually an excellent counter. One must be close to use proper Jujutsu moves.”

You shrug. “Well it just made sense to get some distance between us. That’s what you do in any situation where you’ve brought a gun to a fistfight.” You both arrive back at your camp, and you walk up to the fire. “Anyway, here’s your coffee.” You pick up one of the tin cups, handing it to Nakajima.

“Thank you, sir.” You both sit beside the fire, sipping your coffee. “I estimate we are maybe a day’s ride from Edo. Perhaps a bit more. How do you suggest we proceed?”

>”Let’s get moving as soon as we’re done drinking coffee. I’d like to be home as soon as possible.”
>”This place seems secure enough. Let’s stay for a few hours and rest up.”
>Write-in.

>>3164441
>”This place seems secure enough. Let’s stay for a few hours and rest up.”

We pushed ourselves, and the horses a lot already, take it easy a little.

>>3164441
>”This place seems secure enough. Let’s stay for a few hours and rest up.”

Rest is important, maybe start on that grapling to relax.

>>3164441
>”This place seems secure enough. Let’s stay for a few hours and rest up.”

>>3164441
>>”Let’s get moving as soon as we’re done drinking coffee. I’d like to be home as soon as possible.”
I want to get the hell away from those Confederates as fast as possible.Once we reach major population areas I think then we can rest easy.

>>3164441
>”This place seems secure enough. Let’s stay for a few hours and rest up.”

What could go wrong?

>>3164441
>”Let’s get moving as soon as we’re done drinking coffee. I’d like to be home as soon as possible.”

>>3164441
Its also doubtful that the confederates would chase since they have so few men and they are dependent on their ship so they cant go far

>>3164441
>>”Let’s get moving as soon as we’re done drinking coffee. I’d like to be home as soon as possible.”

You shrug. “This place seems secure enough. We should rest up for a few hours before we ride any further.”

Nakajima takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing a little bit. “That sounds like a good idea. The horses are tired from riding all night.”

You nod. “And we could use the rest too.” You reach for your pocket watch, swearing when you remember that it is gone. “Shame we don’t know exactly what time it is.” You sip your coffee, leaning against the rock wall. “You handled yourself really well last night. Good thinking with having me distract them.”

“Thank you, sir.” Nakajima bows his head lightly out of respect, then grabs his jacket and puts it on. “I always like to have a backup weapon for emergencies like that.”

“I can see why. Did that habit develop out of prior experience?” You look over at Nakajima.

“Not quite.” He frowns, taking another sip of his coffee. “For all their outward appearances as a police unit, the Shinsengumi have their share of internal… Troubles.”

You raise an eyebrow. “There’s infighting amongst the Shinsengumi?”

He nods. “A great deal of it, actually. Many of their members are Ronin.” He leans forward, looking intently at the smoldering remains of the campfire. “Masterless samurai. Many of them have very fragile bonds of loyalty, and treacherous ambitions.” He sighs. “The Commander and Vice-Commander have had to fight off would-be usurpers before. There have been bloody swordfights in the Shinsengumi headquarters itself.”

You grimace. “That sounds pretty bad.”

Nakajima shrugs. “It is, but such troubles plague nearly every level of Samurai society these days, it seems. Perhaps the legends of samurai who were honorable to their last breaths were little more that just legends…” He sighs. “Though, my father seems to remember a time where the Samurai placed honor and loyalty before all else.” He finishes his cup of coffee, pouring a bit more from the pot. “Some samurai adhere to Bushido values like their lives depend on it, others seem to view it as a bunch of old nonsense.”

>”What about you?”
>”It’s like that everywhere. There were times during the War where Union soldiers turned on each other for such trivial reasons.”
>”Well, maybe the Samurai need to be reformed, reigned in a bit?”
>Write-in.

>>3164528
>”What about you?”
>”It’s like that everywhere. There were times during the War where Union soldiers turned on each other for such trivial reasons.”

>>3164528
>”What about you?”

The last one is a trap right? Isn't that what our enemy, the emperor's men are trying to do?

>>3164528
>”What about you?”
>”It’s like that everywhere. There were times during the War where Union soldiers turned on each other for such trivial reasons.”

>>3164528
>>”What about you?”
>”It’s like that everywhere. There were times during the War where Union soldiers turned on each other for such trivial reasons.”

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“What about you?”

Nakajima raises an eyebrow, then looks away. “I would die before I betrayed my masters…” He sighs, trailing off. “But, I think the ways of the Samurai, the ways of Japan, need to change.” He looks back to you, his eyes not quite meeting yours. “If we break down into infighting as soon as things become difficult, it is a symptom of something gravely wrong with our society, yes?”

You nod hesitantly. “I suppose you’re right about that.” Shrugging, you lean back. “But infighting is just something that happens everywhere, I think. Even in America, there’s infighting everywhere.”

“That is true, I suppose. Your people just had a civil war, after all…”

You frown, finishing your cup of coffee. “Not only that, but even Union soldiers turned on each other sometimes.” Memories begin to return to you, horrible ones. You decide to relate a story to Nakajima. “When I was in Andersonville, there were thousands of other prisoners there with me. Not all of them were the most wholesome sort…”

Nakajima frowns, leaning forward. “How so?”

“Where was a group of inmates,” you begin. “Called the Andersonville Raiders. They went around stealing and extorting, generally causing trouble for their own comrades. It makes me sick even thinking about it.” You sigh. “Sometimes they even killed fellow inmates to take their possessions. And the guards didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. Those evil bastards had the run of the place for months unchecked.”

“What happened to them?” Nakajima looks intently at you as you speak.

“The Regulators happened.” You refill your cup of coffee. “Another group of prisoners stood up to them, hunted down all the Raiders, put them on trial in front of the other inmates, and killed them.”

“Were you one of the Regulators?” Nakajima leans closer. “You seem very knowledgeable about all of this.”

You shake your head. “No, I wasn’t a Regulator. Got to watch it all go down though.” You sip your coffee. “So I guess in the end, justice prevails, even in the worst situations. Well, if people want it badly enough.”

Nakajima leans back, sipping his coffee. “Perhaps so, sir.”

>”Well, let’s get some breakfast going.”
>”You mentioned that you were looking for edible plants, can you show me what sort of useful flora grows around here?”
>”I’ll patrol around the woods for any potential intruders. Hold down the fort while I’m gone.”
>”How do you like that big old horse pistol you bought? Not too much to handle?”
>Write-in.

>>3164598
>>”You mentioned that you were looking for edible plants, can you show me what sort of useful flora grows around here?”

>>3164598
>”How do you like that big old horse pistol you bought? Not too much to handle?”

>”Well, let’s get some breakfast going.”

>>3164598
>”Well, let’s get some breakfast going.”
>”How do you like that big old horse pistol you bought? Not too much to handle?”

>>3164598
>”How do you like that big old horse pistol you bought? Not too much to handle?”

>”Well, let’s get some breakfast going.”

>>3164598
>”You mentioned that you were looking for edible plants, can you show me what sort of useful flora grows around here?”

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“How’s that horse pistol treating you? Not too much to handle?” You point to Nakajima’s LeMat revolver, which lays over by his bedroll.

He shakes his head. “Well, it is quite heavy, but I like having the shotgun barrel.” Shrugging, he continues. “Plus having nine rounds is always useful in a gunfight.”

You nod. “It’s useful just about anywhere.” Looking over at your pack of provisions, your stomach growls. “Anyway, let’s get some breakfast going.”

You do exactly that, getting the necessary supplies out of your pack. Thankfully, you brought more than hard tack, so you are able to whip up some pancakes to eat, with some wild berries added into the batter for extra flavor. Nakajima seems quite fond of the simple breakfast food. You both eat, then rest up for a while longer before you check on the horses and prepare to load up the gear.

After a few hours pass, you decide to get everything squared away, it is maybe early afternoon when the two of you leave. The roads are mostly empty, with very few travelers passing you as you ride. Those that you do pass give you some strange looks, likely on account of you being a Westerner, but no issues arise during the trip.

It is after dark when you both arrive in Edo, though it took less time than either of you expected. As you enter town, you both slow down to an easy pace. “Well, here we are.”

“Indeed,” Nakajima nods. “Back home, safe and sound.”

“Mostly,” you reply. “We still have to make it back to the base before we’re totally safe.”

“True enough.” Nakajima frowns. “And we should report our findings to Mr. North as well, yes?”

“That would probably be a good idea…” You trail off. Riding for hours has left you tired again. It would be nice to head back home and just fall asleep, but then you’d have to come into Edo again tomorrow.

>”You ride back to base ahead of me. I’m going to seem Mr. North myself.”
>”Let’s go home. I can give North the debrief tomorrow.”
>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”
>Write-in.

>>3164664
Changing my vote here >>3164669 too

>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”

>>3164664
>>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”

>>3164664
>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”

>>3164664
>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”

>>3164664
>”The job isn’t done until it’s done. Let’s go to North’s office while we’re here.”

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“The job’s not done until it’s done.” You grimace. “Let’s go to North’s office.”

“Yes sir,” Nakajima replies. The two of you ride through the streets of Edo, making your way to the unassuming building that contains the office of Edgar North, the mysterious statesman who claims to work for the Consul General.

When you arrive, you’re harassed by the guard at the door until you use the word ‘Shenandoah’ in a sentence. After that, you are directed inside and quickly brought to the office.

When you enter, you find Edgar North standing at his desk, reading from a stack of papers, he wears a pair of reading glasses low on his nose. He looks up when you enter. “Ah, Colonel Stockton, and the young Lieutenant Nakajima. Sakura, was it?”

“Shiro,” Nakajima says back rather harshly.

“Ah, of course.” He looks at you. “I take it from your rather disheveled state that you’ve completed the task I gave you?”

You nod. “The Shenandoah is operating in Japan. Not just that, but it looks like they’ve been smuggling gold into the country.”

North sets the stack of papers down slowly. “Interesting. How much gold, approximately?”

“I didn’t get a good look myself, but quite a substantial sum, if my eavesdropping was accurate.” You cross your arms. “I overheard two guards talking about stealing the gold and using it to build their own plantations here in Japan.”

North nods. “That sounds consistent with reports of missing Confederate gold back in the States.” He leans forward. “You got up close and personal with them?”

“Too close for comfort.” You nod. “They nearly took us prisoner, but we escaped.”

North chuckles. “As I would expect from someone so wily.”

You frown, unsure whether you should bring up the details of your encounter. “It seems like the ship isn’t working independently though. The confederates who captured us were led by Allen Taylor.”

North’s smile vanishes, and he slowly removes his reading glasses, setting them on the stack of papers silently. “Do you mean Colonel Allen Taylor?”

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And that's going to be all for tonight. We'll have our next session on Monday of next week, barring any issues that would prevent it. As always, comments, concerns, questions, critiques, and shitposts are welcome here until then. Thanks for playing!

>>3164740
>Sakura
>Sakura Nakajima
k-kawaii

>>3164747
Thanks for running, looking forward to it.

Also, north let sakura slip there, the trees where indeed a hint, I wonder if Daniel noticed

>>3164759
Doubt it but maybe it's for the best for the LT to reveal it.

>>3164747
Thanks QM.

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>>3164759
>I wonder if Daniel noticed
When it comes to such matters as these, Daniel Stockton has the density of Osmium.

>>3164852
my sides.

>>3164852
Now we need to somehow accidentally tease Naka while still being dense.
It's a hard life, being a romcom character.

>>3164852
"How could he not know your name? Sorry about that Nakajima, the guy mistook you for a tree."

Daniel really is going to be the last person to know that she's a girl when everyone around him already figured it out.

I know I'm going to get dogpiled but don't they have a big age gap? Isn't she just 16?

>>3166708
Sometimes a false deception is used as bait to distract from a real one.

>>3166776
Oh I see. Lie about a being a 16 year old male to excuse her fairer features.

>>3164299
>>3164284

Jesus H. Christ anons. You just got us killed.

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It’s a winter wonderland, my dudes.

>>3173030
Woosh, Snow

>>3173030
Snowed in weekend!

>>3173030
At least you have snow. All I have is muddy sludge.

>>3173085
Oh, it'll be real sludge hours here soon enough. Just have to wait for the road department to deploy the salt trucks.

Session in one hour.

>>3179138
Wohoo

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As it would turn out, Colonel Allen Taylor had a rather significant history with the United States government, as well as with the US Army in particular. North explained that Taylor got his start in the military during the Mexican War, where he commanded a group of volunteers raised from all across the South. Though they fought with distinction, he was court-martialed at the end of the war and stripped of his rank. When the Civil War broke out, Colonel Taylor joined the Confederate Army, again commanding a group of volunteers. From what North told you, the man was a feared raider and guerilla fighter, whose exploits in the Ohio Valley resulted in several state governments issuing a bounty on his head. He disappeared near the end of the War, and was thought to be dead until you revealed his presence in Japan to Edgar North.

That was nearly a month ago now. It is well into April, and the weather has heated up accordingly. About a week ago, the US Marines arrived. You have yet to meet them, however, as they are still recuperating from their long ocean voyage. The military observer that you agreed to host is still on his way from the US, if North’s information is to be believed. When you mentioned the presence of the Marines to the Shogun, shortly after returning to your base, he seemed quite excited to have actual Western troops to make use of. The last few weeks have proven fruitful in your other pursuits though, and you have learned quite a bit about the Japanese style of swordplay from Shigeru Nakajima. You are still unable to come close to beating him in a sparring session when he goes all-out, but you have gotten to the point where you can now hold your own against Lieutenant Shiro Nakajima.

You sigh, looking over various pieces of paperwork laying on your desk. There is still much to be done before the start of the upcoming campaign in Choshu. By your count, the combined total of troops trained by yourself and all of your lieutenants is somewhere near one thousand. That, combined with the 200 Marines that are under your command, make for a rather potent fighting force. Potency often does not count for much, you think, in the face of a shore landing. At the end of the day, your force is going to be relatively small, especially when compared to typical armies fielded by developed nations. You can only hope you will be backed up by large numbers of traditional musket-armed infantry.

You groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose. If only you had a larger training facility. As you set a small stack of paperwork down on your desk, the door to your office opens. “Good morning, Colonel.” Nakajima enters, carrying two steaming cups. “Coffee?”

You nod. “Yes please, Lieutenant.”

He sits the cup down on your desk, and you take a sip. It’s enough to sharpen you a bit, but this early in the morning you’re going to need more than one cup to wake up fully. “What are our plans for the day, sir?” He sits opposite you, sipping his coffee.

>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”
>”I’d like you to teach me some Jujutsu moves.”
>”Let’s visit Lieutenant Sato’s garrison. They’re close, and I want to see his progress.”
>”Has the newspaper been delivered yet today?”
>Write-in.

Also sorry for the delay, my computer updated out of nowhere.

>>3179299
>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”
>”Has the newspaper been delivered yet today?”

Why was Allen court-martialed in the Mexican War?

>>3179306
>Why was Allen court-martialed in the Mexican War?
Mr. North didn't elaborate on that. Though it must've been something bad to strip a skilled Colonel of his commission.

>>3179299
>>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

As much as I would like to relax and practice some jujutsu moves we have much to do, we can try that after we return perhaps

>>3179299
>>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

>>3179299

>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

I hope we don’t have to outfit them.

If we do, give them the old needle rifles.

>>3179298

>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

>>3179298
>>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

>>3179299
>”Has the newspaper been delivered yet today?”

Let us see current events please.

>>3179299
>>”Let’s go visit those Marines. I want to see them for myself before letting them anywhere near this base.”

“Let’s go visit those Marines,” you say. “I’m interested to see them in person.”

“Very well,” Nakajima nods. “Shall I prepare a carriage, or get the horses?”

You frown, rubbing your chin thoughtfully. “I’m feeling a bit lazy today. Let’s take the carriage.”

“Understood.” Nakajima finishes his coffee quickly. “I will get the driver.”

A mere ten minutes later, you are both sitting in the carriage as it trundles down the dirt road. You’ve elected to wear your full uniform, with pistol belt and all, so as to show your rank from a glance. You want the Marines to have an immediate understanding of your occupation once you arrive.

“Who is Ulysses Grant, sir?” Nakajima sits beside you, reading a newspaper. You note that he has a bit of trouble pronouncing Grant’s first name.

“He was a general in the Civil War, pretty much the head of the entire army.” You raise an eyebrow, looking over. “Why?”

“It says here that he will be running for president.” The Lieutenant points to an article, which you can tell by the manner of the headline, is mere speculation.

“That’s a bunch of hogwash.” Chuckling, you lean closer to read it more closely. “U. S. Grant wouldn’t announce a bid for the presidency this early. The election’s still another two years away.” You shrug, leaning back. “If he ran, he’d win it though.”

“Why is that?” Nakajima raises an eyebrow.

“Well, he’s highly respected. Most folks, in the North at least, see him as a hero.” You let out a mix of a chuckle and a sigh. “And he couldn’t be much worse than Johnson.”

“I see…” Nakajima trails off. “And why is Johnson so bad?”

You lean back, shrugging. “Eh, it’s not worth discussing right now. Besides, I’m probably not even considered an American citizen anymore, so I guess whoever is president doesn’t matter much to me.”

Nakajima is silent for a while, then he speaks up. “Sir, do you miss America?”

>”Not in the slightest.”
>”Well I miss certain things about it, I suppose. My family, familiar places, things like that.”
>”I miss it terribly.”
>Write-in.

>>3179416
>>”Not in the slightest.”

if we had anything back there we wouldn't have left I imagine

that's the main reason we are here after all, a fresh start

>>3179416
>>”Well I miss certain things about it, I suppose. My family, familiar places, things like that.”

>>3179416
>it was my home, I miss it like anyone would....but I didn't leave much behind.

>>3179430
Changing to this

>>3179416
>>”Well I miss certain things about it, I suppose. My family, familiar places, things like that.”

QM, in our talk, did it mention why the col was court martialed at the end of the war?

>>3179435
>>3179319

>>3179436
Ah cheers.

>>3179416
>>”Well I miss certain things about it, I suppose. My family, familiar places, things like that.”

>>3179416
>>3179430
This

>>3179416
>”Well I miss certain things about it, I suppose. My family, familiar places, things like that.”

>>3179416
>it was my home, I miss it like anyone would....but I didn't leave much behind.

>>3179416
>it was my home, I miss it like anyone would....but I didn't leave much behind.

“I suppose I miss certain things about it.” You sigh. “Familiar places, family, friends, things like that.”

Nakajima nods. “I see.”

You look out at the passing landscape, not saying anything else as you watch the mountains in the distance. Somewhere up there one of your lieutenants, as well as his drill sergeants, are training the locals in what you can only imagine is a heightened form of the Zouave training you gave them. Your thoughts wander to your other lieutenants, and you wonder just how effectively they are managing to train troops. You’ve maintained contact with Sato, who is still stationed in Edo, but the other two, Kojima and Subaru, have been entirely on their own for the last four months.

Either way, their troops will be receiving better initial training that you ever got. Remembering the beginning of your military service, you were basically given a uniform and a musket, then pointed toward the nearest officer. Honestly the fact that you even survived your first few battles is a miracle, in retrospect. Though, perhaps surviving any battle is a miracle to some degree.

The carriage ride isn’t terribly long, and you eventually arrive at the spot along the waterfront, a converted warehouse, where the Marine regiment is currently quartered. You and Nakajima exit the carriage, instructing the driver to wait out front as you both walk up to the main door.

You knock on it, and hear a shout from inside. “Who goes there?”

“Colonel Stockton, Aizu military. I’ve heard the US Marines are here?” You cross your arms, stepping back.

“Yes we are,” another voice says. “Open the doors.”

The warehouse doors swing open to reveal several Marines in various states of uniform. Standing in the middle, a few paces back, is a man wearing all casual clothes, save for blue military pants and a belt with the USN insignia on the buckle. He is young, probably younger than you if you had to guess, and his face is marked by a set of ragged scars on one side. He crosses his arms, and you get a glimpse of two rather large revolvers on his belt, possibly Walker Colts. “Colonel Stockton,” the man says. “The same Colonel Stockton we’ve been assigned to, I presume?”

You nod, looking around. Most of the other Marines are wearing their uniforms, albeit in very loose fashion that you estimate wouldn’t pass an inspection. “I am that Colonel Stockton. And you are?”

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“Colter Lee,” the man says. You notice a hint of a Southern accent, though not the same as the accent most Confederates have. “Lieutenant Commander, US Navy.” He nods toward the men behind him. “And the guy in charge of these boys.” He turns on his heels, grinning. “Anyway, follow me. I’ve set up shop in the office near the back of this place. We can shoot the shit back there.” He begins walking, and you both follow him.

>”You seem to be quite lax on uniform regulations, Lieutenant Commander.”
>”Are those Walker Colts? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one up close.”
>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”
>”Did your men see much combat in the Civil War?”
>Write-in.

>>3179525
>”Are those Walker Colts? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one up close.”
>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”

>>3179525
>>”Are those Walker Colts? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one up close.”
>>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”
>>”Did your men see much combat in the Civil War?”

>>3179525
>>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”
>>”Did your men see much combat in the Civil War?”

>>3179525
>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”

They will be leading the charge since they are more experienced but our guys could use the training

>>3179525
>”I’ve heard you have experience with shore landings. Would you be willing to train some soldiers for such action?”
>”Did your men see much combat in the Civil War?”

Business.

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“Are those Colt Walkers?” You point to the pistols on his belt. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one up close.”

“These? Yep, they are.” He takes one out of its holster, twirling it on his finger before spinning it to face himself. “Take a look if you want, I don’t have any caps on this one.”

You nod, gripping the handle carefully. “Thanks.” You hold up the weapon, noting just how much larger it is than your Dragoon. “This is really something else.”

“Yeah, they aren’t all that great.” He shrugs. “Plus you have to be careful about loading the damn things, or they explode.”

You grimace, handing the pistol back to Commander Lee. “That’s not good.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Scared the shit out of me when it first happened. Luckily only the top chamber blew, and I was wearing gloves.”

You nod. “That is some impressive luck. I’ve seen men lose hands to chain-fires before, and that was on the little .36 Navy guns.”

“Eh, I wasn’t too lucky.” He looks over at you, making a finger gun. “Got shot when the other guy realized I didn’t have a working revolver anymore. Went right through my side, missed all the important stuff though.”

“I would still call that amount of luck rather excellent.” Nakajima speaks up.

“Whoa,” Lee looks at your Lieutenant, eyebrows raised. Then he looks at you, pointing at Nakajima. “He can talk English?”

“Yes.” You see Nakajima’s eye twitch. “I can speak English, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Well I’ll be damned.” He opens the door to his office, beckoning the two of you inside. “I wonder how many other Japanese can understand us.”

You fight off a grin. “A surprising amount, I assure you.” You cross your arms as you step in. “So, have you and your men seen much combat?”

Lee nods. “We were involved in a few shore landings during the Civil War. Plus we just got back from Formosa.” He grimaces, looking away as he says the name.

“Would your men be able to train soldiers in shore landing techniques?” You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s what you have us here for?” Colter Lee frowns. “I was told we’d be doing real fighting.”

>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”
>”You’ll do whatever I want you to, Lieutenant Commander.”
>”Is there a problem with having your men in a training role?”
>Write-in.

>>3179593
>>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”
I mean what else are you going to do until the actual battle?

>>3179593
>>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”

>>3179593
>>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”
>>Write-in.
"It will be their first major action. I want as man as possible to make it out alive."

>>3179593

>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”

>>3179593
>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”

>>3179593

backing this >>3179613

“Trust me,” you say. “You’ll see combat. I just want to make sure my men are prepared for an upcoming operation. It’s their first taste of real combat and it’s going to open with a shore landing.”

Lee grimaces. “A bunch of rookies and they’re throwing them into a shore landing? Jesus.” He nods. “Alright, we’ll teach your men how to handle themselves in that sort of situation.”

You grin. “Excellent. When do we begin training?”

Colter crosses his arms, thinking. “Well, where’s your garrison at?”

“Just outside the city. And there’s another large one in the city itself where there are more troops slated for the operation.”

“One week.” Colter says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Beg your pardon?”

“One week. We’ll conduct classes on the shore of the bay here, a few miles from town. Get me a barge and some rowboats.” With that, he walks over to his desk and begins writing things down on a sheet of paper. “Here’s everything we’ll need to get it set up. Do you have someone you can take it to?”

You nod. “I believe so.”

“Good.” Colter doesn’t say anything else, handing you the sheet of paper.

The events of the next couple days are rather hectic, with most of it spent running back and forth between Colter and the Shogun. Eventually, you get full approval to build the shore landing course, and construction begins. Perhaps construction isn’t the right word, though, as it consists of mostly towing the barge to the right place and anchoring it, as well as making fake defensive positions on the shoreline.

By the end of the week, it is complete, and shore landing classes begin. Most of it takes place in waist-deep water, in case someone falls out of a boat and gets pulled down by their kit. You stand on the barge with Colter, Nakajima, and several Marines, watching as your cadets pile into rowboats led by a single Marine each.

“Well, what do you think?” Colter looks over at you, grinning.

You nod slowly. “It’s a good setup. You think you’ll be able to train enough men in time?”

He chuckles. “Of course, Colonel. Most of this stuff is real easy. Don’t fall out of the boat.” He grins, looking sideways at you. “Speaking of which, you’ll have to be going ashore with the first couple waves to ensure proper command in the initial attack. How well can you swim?”

>”Well enough.” (lie)
>”I honestly can’t.”
>”You are NOT putting me in one of those boats.”
>Write-in.

>>3179640
>>”I honestly can’t.”
No use acting tough.

>>3179593
>”You will. I just want my men prepared as well.”

>>3179640
>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>about as well as a rock, I served in the Potomac. It’s either bridges or marching up rocky areas.

>>3179640
>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>>”I honestly can’t.”


qm question, aren't his men spearheading the landing to secure the beach for our guys to come in? they are the experienced ones with this after all

>>3179640
>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179640
>”I honestly can’t.”

>>3179654
>qm question, aren't his men spearheading the landing to secure the beach for our guys to come in? they are the experienced ones with this after all
That will be decided during the actual planning of the assault. However, the first wave will likely consist of a mixing of Marines and Shogunal troops. Also, just got back, writing now.

“Honestly, I can’t.” You grimace.

Colter nods. “I assumed as much. Officer types tend to be like that.” He nods toward the rowboat. “Hop in and make sure to stay away from the edge. Even if you could swim, you’d be weighed down with gear during a shore landing.” You clamber into the boat nervously, sitting down in the middle as some of your soldiers climb in with you. Nakajima climbs in as well, sitting next to you. Colter enters last, moving to the head of the boat. “This is where you would be during a landing operation, Colonel.”

“Got it.” You nod.

Colter gives a casual salute, then shouts to the men. “Alright, let’s shove off!” The boat rocks a little as it is pushed away from the barge. “During a shore landing, expect artillery and small arms fire to be directed at you. During a massed shore landing, it will be pretty much random which boats take casualties.” The men begin rowing toward the shore. “Depending on the size of the boats, there should either be one or two officers per boat.” He turns, looking toward the beach. “Any questions?”

Nakajima is the first to speak up. “What happens if the boat begins to take water?”

“Then it’s full of holes, and everyone aboard is probably dead already.” Colter grimaces as he speaks. “You’ll lose people before the boat starts going down.”

“Understood,” Nakajima replies somewhat sheepishly. He then leans toward you, whispering. “Sir, I cannot swim.”

You sigh. “I think that’s a somewhat common trend. Just don’t fall out of the boat.”

Colter continues. “Once the boat nears the shore, one of the oar-men should probe the bottom to test for depth. If it is less than four feet deep, you can safely exit the boat if you need to.” He takes an oar, sticking it down into the water. “Understand that you should only disembark into water in an emergency. Otherwise, wait until the boat has run aground.” As he says that, the boat’s bow hits the sand, and it comes to a halt. “Now! Disembark over the sides!” He jumps off, raising his rifle toward the head of the beach, where the fake fighting positions have been laid. You all disembark as well. “Move up the beach, firing on any enemies as you do. Create your own covering fire if you can.” He looks back at you and Nakajima. “This is where officers come in handy, since you all have repeaters. You’ll need to lay down as much suppressing fire as you can.” He then jogs over to a small dune, gesturing for all of you to follow. “Find any available cover and use it.”

The exercise continues for a good hour, with Colter instructing you on the various strategies of beach landings. He explains the importance of securing the beachhead itself, as well as engaging any dug-in enemies you find. As the training draws to a close, you find yourself more ready than before, and thankful for the unorthodox Marine commander.

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And that will be all for tonight. Tomorrow's session will occur later in the evening than this one did, but I plan on running later into the night as a result. As always feel free to drop any questions, comments, critiques, complaints, and shitposts in the meantime. Thanks for playing!

>>3179860
Thanks for running.

>>3179860
Thanks QM

Session in half an hour.

>>3181117
Sweet

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The carriage trundles along the cobblestone road in front of the Shogun’s castle in Edo. Outside, the bright sunlight of late spring covers everything. It is now May 18, nearly time to deploy for the campaign. You have been summoned to Edo Castle for a final strategy meeting before you ship out to fight a real war. Up until now, everything has gone smoothly. Training, equipping, and inspecting your cadets as they went through your camp gives you hope that their resolve will hold up under the pressures of actual combat, but such estimations are often inaccurate.

You and Nakajima exit the carriage as it stops, heading through the gates and into the castle proper. You are greeted by the guards, who direct you to the main level, where the keep resides. Once you arrive, you find the Shogun and his ministers, as well as Lord Matsudaira Katamori, the daimyo of the Aizu domain. “Good day, Colonel.” The Shogun greets you with a bow, which you return.

“And to you as well, sir.”

He smiles, crossing his arms. “Soon we shall begin our operation.” He then raises an eyebrow. “Ah, here they are.” You turn around to see your other lieutenants walking toward you. Sato, Kojima, and Subaru, have been busy training new recruits, and you have not seen any of them personally since the winter.

“Good afternoon, Colonel.” Sato greets you first, saluting you. His appearance has changed the most since you last saw him. Gone is the topknot, with his hair instead being slicked back cleanly. His goatee is far more well-managed too, with the mustache being curled up at the ends, and the chin scruff being trimmed short. He looks almost European now, likely a byproduct of being assigned to a Western-style drill school in the heart of Edo. He and his instructors have been there for months now, and have undoubtedly had much contact with foreign advisors.

“Colonel,” Subaru greets you next. He has spent the last few months up north, in the Fukushima province where the Aizu Domain has their capital. He has grown a beard, a common feature amongst people from the North, Nakajima tells you, and his demeanor is much more commanding than when he initially showed up for training. You can tell he’s had to learn what it means to command, but it must have paid off, seeing such a dramatic change in temperament.

“Greetings, Colonel Stockton.” Kojima greets you last. He has spent his time training men in the mountain villages to the west, and you have heard absolutely nothing from him until today. Interestingly enough, he does not seem to have changed any, though he does wear eyeglasses now. He has a smirk that gives a hint of his intellect and craftiness, which you can only imagine helped him in training light infantry.

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“Lieutenants,” you return their greetings. “It is good to see you all again.”

“Indeed it is,” the Shogun says. “Now for our final guest to arrive…” He frowns, taking out a pocket watch from his kimono and checking the time. “Well, he should be here any minute.” He looks up again, just a little over your shoulder. “Ah, here he is.”

You turn again to see a man in a rather fancy version of a US Cavalry uniform, with a wide slouch hat and a decorated collar. He has long hair and a rather impressive mustache to boot, but you can tell he’s probably a bit younger than you. He walks, really struts, up to the lot of you, spurs clinking on the cobblestones. “My apologies for getting here a bit late, gentlemen. I was held up at the gate.” He looks over to you. “I assume you are Colonel Stockton?” You nod and he extends a hand for you to shake. “General George Custer, United States Cavalry.”

The Shogun nods, smiling. “Colonel Stockton, this is the military observer from America that was promised along with the Marines. He is a decorated cavalry commander, from what I hear.” He gestures toward the tea house. “Now, shall we head inside?” You all begin walking toward the tea house, where you assume the strategy meeting shall take place.

>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)
>”That’s quite the fancy uniform, General Custer.” (chat with Custer)
>Remain quiet until the briefing starts.
>Write-in.

>>3181200
>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)

>>3181200
>>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)

>>3181200
Also Custer's a general now?

>>3181200
>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)

>>3181200

>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)


I don't know much of american history but this guy was either a hero or a fuck up right? Maybe both?

>>3181200

>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)

>>3181200
>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)
>>3181230
He was a hero in general. He screwed up once though and it cost him and 1/3 of his troops their lives.

>>3181200
>”So, what have the three of you been up to?” (ask your Lieutenants for progress reports)

>>3181230
Custer is a fucking hero senpai.

You look over to your lieutenants. “How has training been coming along?”

Sato is the first to answer. “So far, quite well. Many of the recruits sent to my garrison were the sons of samurai and nobles, so they often required some convincing as to the usefulness of our tactics. That being said, we had some Western advisors who proved quite helpful.” He chuckles. “In fact, there was a French artillerist who proved quite popular with the troops. They have developed quite the fierce esprit de corps.”

You raise an eyebrow. Esprit de corps? “That’s good to hear. What about you, Kojima?”

He pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, smirking. “The mountain-dwelling villagers proved quite capable marksmen. Especially once we received our shipments of Sharps rifles. Much of our training took place within the villages themselves though, as we had a rather small training camp.”

You nod. “Marksmen will be useful in the upcoming campaign, excellent work. And you, Subaru?”

Subaru crosses his arms. “The people of Fukushima have a long tradition as warriors, so it was difficult to get them to embrace modern tactics.” He chuckles. “Once they came around, however, it was easy enough to train several regiments of line infantry.”

“Excellent. And I assume your troops have all been through the shore landing course?”

“Indeed,” they all answer. Sato speaks up again. “And what of you, sir? How have you and Nakajima gotten along?”

You turn to Nakajima, prompting him to answer. “The troops run through our training camp have mostly been peasants. Their resolve was shaky initially, but as they progressed, the instructors were able to make them into proper soldiers.” He adjusts his cap, grinning slightly. “The varied terrain around the camp itself makes for excellent drill grounds, as you’re all aware.”

“Very good,” Kojima nods.

The conversation trails off after a few seconds. The tea house is still a decent distance away. Of course, the Shogun carries on a conversation in Japanese with his ministers. His normal speaking voice is too rapid-fire to pick much up. Perhaps it’s a particular dialect?

>Remain silent until the briefing starts.
>”You mentioned a French artillerist. Did your men receive any artillery training?” (question Sato)
>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)
>Write-in.

>>3181278
>>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

>>3181278
>>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

>>3181278
>”You mentioned a French artillerist. Did your men receive any artillery training?” (question Sato)

So Sato has some artillery going, nice

>>3181278
>”You mentioned a French artillerist. Did your men receive any artillery training?” (question Sato)

>>3181278
>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

>>3181278
>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

>>3181278
>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

>>3181278
>”So, General Custer. I feel like I’ve heard your name before somewhere.” (chat with Custer)

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“So General Custer,” you begin. “I feel like I’ve heard your name someplace before.”

He raises his eyebrow, then nods knowingly. “The news media quite liked to write about me in the Civil War. I was in charge of a volunteer cavalry regiment.” Volunteers? Well that explains the fancy uniform.

“Really? I suppose that explains the familiarity.” You shrug. “Though I didn’t read the newspapers much during the War. I was too busy with the daily slog.”

He smiles a bit. “You were in the War? I had figured as much.” Custer then rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Let me guess, Massachusetts?”

“Not quite,” you reply. “I was in a New York regiment. 140th Zouaves.”

His eyes widen. “By God, you were at Gettysburg then!”

“You’re familiar with my unit?” You raise an eyebrow.

Custer adjusts his hat a bit. “Indeed. I fought there as well. Perhaps we crossed paths without knowing it.”

“Perhaps,” you agree. You are about to say more when your group arrives at the teahouse. One of the ministers opens the door, and you all enter.

The interior of the teahouse is not as you remember it, having been converted to a makeshift meeting room. There is a map of the operation area, marked up with various arrows. “Gentlemen, please be seated.” The Shogun gestures to the sitting area around a low table, where several steaming cups of tea are already waiting for you.

You sit down, quickly followed by your lieutenants and the various other guests. As you sit, the Shogun and Lord Matsudaira both walk over to the map. You’ve not heard Matsudaira speak English much until now, so when he opens his mouth you are a bit surprised. “Thank you for coming today, Gentlemen. I wish to explain the plan of attack for all of you.” He gestures to the map. “As you know, your forces will land ashore here.” He gestures to a specific stretch of beach. “This area is the least likely to have heavy defenses, but you should still expect enemy fire.” He frowns deeply. “Once the beach is secured by the Marines and New Rifle Regiments, the rest of the conventional infantry will come ashore.” He crosses his arms. “This is the initial assault plan for the Aizu forces.”

The Shogun takes over from there. “While this happens, you will be supported from inland by the forces of the Morioka Domain. They shall attack any enemies beyond the beach, driving them toward the sea where you will be able to deal with the stragglers.” He takes a sip of tea. “While this is happening, the other domains will conduct shore landings of their own onto the beach. Once the entire combat force is landed, you will move inland toward the city of Hofu.” He frowns. “Once Hofu falls, the entire force will move to northwest to Hagi, where the Mori Clan’s castle is. Once Hagi Castle’s defense is broken and the Choshu lords are brought to justice, the campaign will end.” He looks around the room. “Are there any questions?”

>”What sort of enemy numbers should we expect?”
>”Why not just bombard Hagi Castle with naval guns and call it a day?”
>”Will the city of Hofu have any major defenses to worry about?”
>”What is the terrain like in that area?”
>”Will artillery support be provided during the landing?”
>Remain silent.
>Write-in.

>>3181457
>>”What sort of enemy numbers should we expect?”
>>”Why not just bombard Hagi Castle with naval guns and call it a day?”
>>”Will the city of Hofu have any major defenses to worry about?”

>>3181457
>”Will the city of Hofu have any major defenses to worry about?”
>”What is the terrain like in that area?”
>”Will artillery support be provided during the landing?”

>>3181457
>”Will the city of Hofu have any major defenses to worry about?”
>”What is the terrain like in that area?”
>”Will artillery support be provided during the landing?”

>>3181457

>”What sort of enemy numbers should we expect?”

>”What is the terrain like in that area?”
>”Will artillery support be provided during the landing?”

>>3181457

>”What sort of enemy numbers should we expect?”
>”What is the terrain like in that area?”
>”Will artillery support be provided during the landing?”

“What sort of enemy numbers should we expect?” You cross your arms.

The Shogun nods. “We are unsure. Officially the Choshu Domain has a fighting force numbering just over 2,500. That being said, the real number could be much higher.”

“I see,” you frown. “And will we be receiving artillery support during the shore landing phase?”

“I am afraid that will be up to the discretion of the ship captains, as well as the daimyos who are commanding them.” The Shogun rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I know little of the standard procedure that shore landings go by, but I would imagine some artillery support is necessary.”

You nod. “And what of the terrain around that area?”

“Much of the area you will initially deploy to will be flat ground, with the terrain becoming more mountainous as you go northwest.” The Shogun points to the map as he speaks. “Particularly, Hagi Castle is built on the side of a mountain.”

Frowning, you lean forward. “And should we expect much enemy resistance in the city of Hofu?”

The Shogun nods. “It is likely to be the site of the first major battle, if my ministers are to be believed.”

After that, the briefing continues for a good hour or so, with you all going over the key phases of the operation. As expected, Nakajima’s regiment and the Marines will be working closely together from the moment they land, and will essentially be acting as a single unit. Once the landing is complete, you learn, it will be your responsibility to direct all Aizu forces until the campaign is complete. It is a hefty responsibility, but one that you were prepared for.

After the briefing is over, you all clear out. You are informed that Custer will be returning to the base with you, and your other lieutenants will be posted with their garrisons in Edo Castle for the next week, after which everyone will get on the ships and head to the operation zone. You and Nakajima walk toward the castle gates with your other lieutenants, saying your goodbyes for now. One week, it’s not a lot of downtime, but you welcome it before the hell of actual combat.

>You decide to take it easy during your downtime.
>Nakajima teaches you some Jujutsu during your downtime.
>Swordsmanship lessons with Shigeru-sensei take up much of your downtime.
>You spend your downtime in Edo with Harp, having fun at the various taverns and theaters.
>You visit with your other lieutenants during your downtime.

>>3181532
>go drinking with the US marines

They'll know how to have a good time.

>>3181532
>You spend your downtime in Edo with Harp, having fun at the various taverns and theaters.

>>3181532
>Nakajima teaches you some Jujutsu during your downtime.
Grapling with nakajima

>>3181532
>Nakajima teaches you some Jujutsu during your downtime.

Get that CQC

>>3181532
>Nakajima teaches you some Jujutsu during your downtime.

>>3181532
>Nakajima teaches you some Jujutsu during your downtime.
Hand to hand combat should be usefull, we can celebrate after the fight.

After a bit of convincing, you get Nakajima to teach you some Jujutsu. Of course, there is not enough space in the main building for such things, so you both find a flat clearing in the nearby forest to act as a training ground.

Nakajima tightens the belt of his kimono, looking at you. You are also wearing a kimono, which you have learned is an excellent training garb. “Alright, sir. Jujutsu revolves around using an opponent’s momentum against them. Try attacking me.”

“Okay,” you reply. You rush toward the Lieutenant, throwing a punch in his general direction. However, even if you had not held back, you would have found yourself powerless. He grabs your hand, twisting you in such a way that it is impossible to do anything but fall to the ground. “That was impressive.”

He extends a hand, pulling you off of the ground. “Thank you, sir. Allow me to demonstrate how some of the basics work now.” The lesson goes on for a while, with him teaching you the basics before having you demonstrate them. The training session lasts maybe an hour, and then you wrap things up and head home. The next day, you return for more training. Nakajima explains some more techniques to you, then demonstrates them.

“This seems quite effective,” you note. “Perhaps this sort of grappling should be included in military training from now on.”

“Perhaps,” Nakajima replies. “It is especially useful against an opponent with a weapon, making it relevant for those who do not have a weapon of their own.” He shrugs. “Though there are forms of Jujutsu that incorporate weapons as well.”

“Interesting.” You nod.

“Now, I want you to demonstrate the techniques I have taught you.” He walks over to his haversack, producing a wooden training katana. “This bokken will break bones if swung hard enough, and I will not be holding back. You must stop me from making effective strikes against you.” He drops into a swordfighting stance, grimacing. “And if possible, you must neutralize me as well, to prevent a possible follow-up strike.” He begins moving toward you. “Now, show me what you have learned.”

>Roll a 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3181620

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3181620

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3181620
no 1 please

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3181620
>>3181637
Good roll anon

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Nakajima charges forward, raising the bokken. You duck low, grabbing his wrist and putting your foot in a position to trip him. It works rather flawlessly, with the Lieutenant falling onto his back hard. As he falls, you yank the sword from his hand, bringing the blade down to maybe an inch away from his neck. You can’t help but smirk as you recall a Japanese phrase that Shigeru likes to use when sparring. “Omae wa mou shindieru.”

Nakajima laughs. “Indeed. You’ve killed me.” He sits up as you lay the bokken on the ground. “Good work. I am surprised how quickly you move.”

You shrug. “The sergeants of the 140th ran a little boxing club when we weren’t shooting confederates. I was decent at it.”

“Apparently so.” Nakajima stands up. “I believe that will be enough for today. Let’s return to the base.” With a bit of a better understanding of Jujutsu, you return home. The next couple days are spent doing the sort of things you’d expect in the lead up to a deployment: making sure ammunition is still good, assuring the horses are in good health, preparing to pack up all of your effects and kit, writing letters to be sent in case of your death, and other miscellaneous things like that.

The end of the week comes, and you all head into Edo to meet up with the rest of the force. When you arrive in the city, Hijikata is the first to greet you, directing your forces to the docks where the Shogunal Fleet is moored. You trade him a large bag of coffee for some packs of cigarillos when you meet, as you’re sure to need the extra nerve they provide.

“Colonel!” Sato is the first familiar face you see once you arrive at the docks. He is wearing a kimono over his uniform, interestingly enough, and he looks almost regal. “I see your troops have arrived. Have you seen the vessel we will be quartered aboard for the trip?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t. Where is it?”

He points into the bay, at a rather strange-looking vessel. It sits low in the water, with a hull that flares out near the bottom, made of dark gray iron. Guns bristle from its sides. “Apparently she was an American warship before the Shogun bought her.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Strange though, she has no sails.”

“She doesn’t need any,” you reply. Looking at the ship, you know exactly what its purpose was before being sent over here. “That’s a steam-driven ironclad.”

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“Indeed.” You both look to see George Custer and Colter Lee walking side-by-side. Custer continues talking. “The USS New Ironsides. Or at least, that’s what her name used to be.” He shrugs. “I’ve no idea what the Shogun renamed her to.” You look out toward the bay again, seeing all of the other ships moored about. Many of them look to be old European or American vessels that were repurposed for this mission, including at least one British ship-of-the-line that has had its guns removed and apparently a steam engine added.

>”An ironclad is a combat ship though. It doesn’t make much sense to use it for hauling troops.”
>”I’m surprised that the Shogunate can afford to purchase all these ships.”
>”Commander Lee, are the Marines ready to go?”
>”I suppose if everyone is here, we may as well embark.” (board the New Ironsides and prepare to leave)
>Write-in.

>>3181712
>>”I’m surprised that the Shogunate can afford to purchase all these ships.”
>>”Commander Lee, are the Marines ready to go?

>>3181712

>”An ironclad is a combat ship though. It doesn’t make much sense to use it for hauling troops.”
>”I’m surprised that the Shogunate can afford to purchase all these ships.”

>>3181712

>”An ironclad is a combat ship though. It doesn’t make much sense to use it for hauling troops.”

>>3181712
>>”I’m surprised that the Shogunate can afford to purchase all these ships.”

>>3181712
>”An ironclad is a combat ship though. It doesn’t make much sense to use it for hauling troops.”

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“An ironclad is a combat ship though,” you frown. “It doesn’t make much sense to be carrying troops aboard one.”

Sato nods. “From what I understand, it is the Shogun’s flagship. Us officers will be traveling aboard it for most of the journey, then transfer to the transport ships once the operation is about to start.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Interesting. I’m surprised the Shogunate could afford all of these ships.”

Colter speaks next. “I’ll bet they have some of them on loan. And they probably traded raw goods for others.” He crosses his arms, looking out at the fleet. “That’s usually how that sort of thing works.”

You are about to reply when you hear a commotion behind you. Several soldiers can be heard grumbling as someone forces their way through the crowd. As soon as you see the red hair, you roll your eyes. “Colonel Stockton.” Sarah Holman stands before you, a large bag slung over her shoulder.

“Miss Holman.” You frown.

“I insist on being allowed to accompany your forces during the campaign.” She gestures behind her, and you see her photographer struggling to get through the crowd. “Of course, I’ll be bringing my camera as well.”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”

She does a double-take. “W-why not? As a reporter embedded with your unit, I have every right to cover this campaign!”

“And as the commander of that unit, I say you don’t.” You lean forward, frowning even deeper.

You hear Custer chime in. “A lady reporter? Quite the surprise.” He tips his hat to Miss Holman. “If I may suggest, Colonel.” He turns to you before continuing. “Having a reporter around to cover your deeds is quite helpful. It could gain you supporters back in the United States, or even overseas.”

Nakajima speaks up next. “A reporter is just another non-soldier we would have to worry about.” He shakes his head. “The battlefield is no place for those unable or unwilling to fight.”

You look over at Sarah again, who is practically fuming.

>”Fine, you can come along.”
>”No. You’re staying here, and that’s the end of it.”
>Write-in.

>>3181759

>”Fine, you can come along. But we will not go out of our way to save your life.”

>>3181759
>”Fine, you can come along.”
"You will however stay on the Ironclad until the landing operation is over."

>>3181767
That's pretty harsh and unneeded imho.

>>3181759
>”Fine, you can come along.”
>Write-in.
"On a different ship."

>>3181759
>>”Fine, you can come along.”
Should stay as far away from the action as possible

>>3181709
huh....was i too late to submit my list of british ships?

>>3181805
You can still post the list if you want. The exact fleet composition hasn't been written yet. Plus there will always be more opportunities for the Shogunate to expand its navy.

Also sorry for the delay, I was eating a late dinner and watching the Mummy with my dad. Writing now.

I thought the New ironsides was burned down?

Also what was the cutoff date again?>

>>3181904
>I thought the New ironsides was burned down?
Alternate history.
>Also what was the cutoff date again?
For the ships? Let's just say anything made between 1790 and 1830. I figure anything newer might not be obsolete enough to get sold off easily.

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You grumble, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Fine, you can come along.” Quickly, you point at her and add to your statement. “But your presence will be a huge inconvenience for everyone.”

Sarah smiles rather smugly. “Thank you, Colonel.”

With that, she walks toward where the rowboats are being launched. “Dammit,” you say under your breath. “Alright people, let’s get to the boats and head out!” You walk toward the same boat that Sarah is going to, waiting until she and her cameraman are situated before entering as well.

The boat shoves off a few minutes later with you, Nakajima, Sato, Kojima, Subaru, Lee, Custer, Sarah, and her cameraman aboard. Plus the rowers, of course. The boat rocks a little as it enters the bay, and you see Sarah sitting rather close to the edge. Sighing, you sit near her and lean close. “Take care to not fall out, Miss Holman.” Then under your breath you continue, making sure only she can hear. “I know you can’t swim either.”

She blushes indignantly as you return to the bench with your officers, sitting between Sato and Kojima. The boat moves toward the New Ironsides slowly, allowing you to get a good look at the steel behemoth. The vessel has definitely seen combat before, her armor is scuffed and dented in places, and you can see spots where plates were riveted on to repair holes or rust.

“Do you really think it is wise to bring that woman along for the campaign?” Nakajima shoots a sideways glance at Sarah.

You shrug, taking out a cigarillo and putting it in your mouth. “If I didn’t, she’d never let us hear the end of it once we returned, or worse, she’d write a hit-piece on us.”

“Hit-piece?” Nakajima raises an eyebrow.

You nod, lighting the cigarillo and puffing on it. “Yeah, when a journalist writes a really nasty article to make someone look bad. I doubt she’d actually do it, but still, you can’t always trust the press to report the whole truth.”

Custer, who sits a couple seats away, speaks up. “And a reporter can also tell great stories to their readers, and make you all look like glorious heroes.” He grins. “Such things are always a bonus.”

You nod. “That too.” It isn’t long before you are drawn up alongside the New Ironsides, after which point you all climb the hull-mounted ladder leading to the main deck. Once you arrive, you are greeted by an American captain, as well as Matsudaira Katamori and the Shogun. His aides and ministers are all there as well, of course. It takes a few more hours for the soldiers to all be loaded onto their respective transports, and by the time everyone is set at the fleet is steaming out of the bay, the sun has just set. Replacing it, a mere sliver of the moon rises, barely illuminating the ocean as you sail toward your destination. You look out at the shrinking lights of Edo behind you, sighing. This is it; you’re sneaking off to war.

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And that's going to be all for tonight, as well as this thread. Thanks for playing! Next thread will be Monday of next week, as always. Until then, feel free to post questions, comments, critiques, concerns, shitposts, and everything else here.

Also just a heads-up, starting the 3rd of February, I will be starting a new job that requires me going to another state for 3 weeks of training. As such, I won't be able to post anything for those 3 weeks. Once I'm back from that, we'll likely have a new thread schedule entirely, since my days off will be different.

>>3181943
We have never gotten a picture of Nakajima. Im guessing you are saving it for the big "reveal"?

>>3181943
Oh, Whats the training for the new job boss? Also thanks for running!

>>3181950
Correct.

>>3181951
This is gonna sound like a meme given the fact that I'm a QM, but it's completely legit: Railroad.

>>3181960
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

My guess was actually ORT trucker, Thats actually super cool

>>3181972
Thanks, anon. I'm real excited for it.

>>3181960
Wait, I doubled check it was 1820, but i think 1830 will give you more.

Someone should archive this. I'm not seeing it in the archive.

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>>3192251
I’ll archive it when I get home from work. Usually I don’t actually archive the thread on suptg until it’s gone into the internal archive here on /qst/.

New thread in three hours.

>>3196149
Woot!

Haven't read anything. Is this The Last Samurai: The Quest?

>>3196290
It's similar, but instead of fighting for the rebel samurai you are part of the group modernizing the Emperor's military

>>3196296
no
not the emperor's, the shogun's

>>3196299
Right Shogun. I get them mixed up sometimes.

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>>3196456