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The Great Patriotic War - TI Roleplay in Jin Gwó

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On 11/27/2018 at 11:21 AM, Normansveldet said:

Sergej strokes his beard for a second before responding "Well, that really depends on where conscription decides to send you, which again depends on how busy they are. If we're lucky they're not that busy."

Well, suppressing increasing anxiety, Gliame gets in line to await his turn...

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As the Twai got in line, being closer to the people there, he could certainly overhear what was going on that place, and Sergej surely could as well if he approached the place more.
It seemed, from what the guards were talking with the people on the line, that some of those were freshly brought from a local gulag, and were being conscripted in exchange for freedom. Some others were very young lads and girls, it could be heard that some of them were saying that 'this is preferable than going back to the orphanage'. It could be seen that this was a fresh batch of people who were enlisting in exchange for the promise of "war may be better than the fate i currently have", something clearly driven from desperation. Yes, Gliame was standing on a line of desperadoes and orphans, waiting to be paired with some of them.
The one right in front of him was a girl of young aspect, with her hair tied on two long braids. She briefly looked back to the man standing behind her, looking surprised a bit, and then nudged a young lad in front of her, who was oddly similar to her in appearance.
"There is a lot of foreigners here, do you think they are dangerous?" she commented with the boy in front of her, whispering.

 

Sergei, who was scouting the foreigner, was met with the glance of a young guard as he arrived near the line, and the said guard approached the older soldier with a quick, shy greet, and looked at the Twai being brought by the man.
"Isn't this the dude that the others think is a spy?" he said in a low tone but still seeming to don't care if he was being herd by Gliame.

@Burninati0n@Normansveldet

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18 hours ago, Varsala said:

Huilin: Roll to shoot. Roll difficulty = Medium-high [weak I, low endurance I; but this time the gun is smaller] Minimum score for success: 15
Result of the roll: 16
(Bro you keep rolling just one number above the needed lol)

Spoiler

I accept RNGesus as my lord and saviour.

 

18 hours ago, Varsala said:

As Huilin fires the gun, the recoil is strong enough that her hands jerk back, but not enough to hurt her nor make her lose her stood ground.
And the shot, it was very good shot. It didn't hit the bull's eye, but it landed nicely just on the ring directly before it, making it a really decent shot.

Seeing that, the grumpy officer scowled as he looked to his peer.
"See! You bucket heads, none of you know how to teach a woman to shoot!" he half shouted and pushed the other officer on the shoulder, poking him angrily, then gave a slap to Huilin's back.
"Take that ol' pistol with you, girl. You will need the luck on it if you plan to get in the jungle with those arms and a bunch of airheads who can't tell the proper equipment to give to a bourgeois travestied as a specialist!" he squinted at Huilin after saying that, and glared at the officer and the sniper.

Huilin exhales deeply. She feels relieved, but she's far from being happy. As the officers walk away, she looks with resentment at the back of the one who gave her the pistol. "Travesting?", she asks herself.

Huilin feels humiliated. She knows that she's not strong, nor tall, nor agile, nor fit. And while she does not take mockeries of that kindly, she actually lives happily not being any of those things because, after all, she has an intelligence she had to work to have, and makes her good at her job as well. But without that, she has nothing to feel proud of. Denying she has such a thing makes Huilin feel... Worthless.

She looks down, at her hand, still holding the gun. Carefully making sure she's not pointing at anyone, Huilin grabs the revolver sideways with both of her hands and starts inspecting and trying to learn about it: where the safety is, how to insert and eject the bullets ... After a short time, she looks around her. It seems like no one notices her anymore: the commotion faded away and everyone is back to their own training. Discreetly, she takes a quick glance at the hunter, still standing near to her.

Huilin turns to look again at the target in front of her, with the two holes left from before. She still can't believe she was able to do that twice, although she's sure it was just pure luck. Then, she sighs and raises her gun again: better do some practice before she runs out of it. Doing as everyone else would also help her to go somewhat unnoticed, which right now would also be appreciated.

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On 11/19/2018 at 1:12 AM, World Anarchic Union said:

Lyra turned to the soldier who had spoken, a smile forming on her face as she realized he wasn’t looking at her. 

“But I, mister prison guard, went on raids. I wasn’t cruel to civilians, not like you’d expect from someone of my profession. But to people of your profession, well, let’s say killing soldiers isn’t something I am going to do for the first time.” She waited for a moment before continuing. “And they certainly weren’t all Yiimarians.”

After a brief minute, her eyes traversed back to the captive engineer. 

“Yes, something like that seems possible. The dedicated reds will be the difficult ones to handle, although the rookies may pose a threat as well. Some of them may have some preconceived notions about our profession like the guy here.” She pointed to the guard while emphasizing the last two words of her sentence. “Perhaps we should scare the rookies a bit as we get there. Make them have second thoughts about attempting weird things under the blanket of the night. “ 

She glanced at the road they were passing by. It felt the same as the last two hours, just an neverending grayness surrounding the barren view. A sigh came out of her lips. 

“If we return home, Thorsten, will you visit your family? Do you have people back home?” Her voice seemed to crack at her final words but she hid it as best as she could, instead continuing to stare at the clear sky and the landscape that the truck was going through, continuing on and on...

Thorsten paused for a moment, a look of regret flashing over his face, before he said “While I do, I think, still have some family, it has been too long since I last visited them, and I have changed very significantly.”

On 11/27/2018 at 2:02 AM, Varsala said:

"Those are going to only give us trouble! Who that scrawny Svaalian thinks he is to respond to an authority like that?" a guard told the other, clear that he had no intentions of hiding his words from the pirates.
"Whatever, they may come in handy. Heard that one is an engineer." the other replied, the two guards now just seeming to chat on their own and ignoring the conscripts.
"Pffffffffffft" the first one replied blowing a raspberry. "For my grandfather's beard, its a pirate! For all we know that kid could have been the mook assigned to take water from the ship's bottom with a bucket and they called that an 'engineer'." he huffed impatiently and leaned his back against the untrustworthy bars of the truck's wall, pulling a very simple cigarette wallet from his pocket and taking a cig from it hastily, putting it between his lips and going forth to search for a lighter on his pockets, fumbling with them.
So, the time was running lazy on that place as the truck's wheels paced the path in front of them, each torturing kilometer after the other. Until then, in the midst of that scene, a strange buzzing noise was heard.

BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
And the officer nearly dropped the cig from his mouth as he scowled, tilting back to pull the canvas to see the outside, looking disturbed.
"Aye!" a shout came from the driver's cabin "Yiimaran planes! Im seein some ov them comin this direction!!" and the man sounded really distressed about that. They knew that if Yiimaran planes were coming over towards where they came from, either they were going to be bombed now and here or someone behind them would receive that unlucky fate, making they lose more troops and supplies they can't afford.

Suddenly he stopped talking and started craning his neck, trying to hear a noise that was unexpected, muttering to himself “that’s not from this truck, sounds like multiple engines, probably each about 12 cylinders, no noticeable engine knocking, so they’re well-maintained and running with good-quality fuel, relatively low revolutions per minute and attached to propellers. Oh. Oh no.“

So concentrated on the engine noise had Thorsten been, that he failed to realize that the sound had been gradually increasing in volume until the driver shouted, at which point Thorsten, in a mild panic, reverted to his native tongue of Svaalian, saying “We either need to get out of this truck or get out of sight of these planes, right now.”

 

 

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I consider again the officer, and have conscience that the thin ice of her patience could melt pretty soon in such a  burnt-in station, speaking of which, exercise or such classes haven't been spoken of.

"Sorry to add bother to the injury, aunt, but since you talked to us about our goal, how will we be best used for the glory of the people? Are we to be trained there or in between, or will people's army rely on this fisherman's and my instincts to adapt? "

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On 11/29/2018 at 7:57 PM, Varsala said:

Sergei, who was scouting the foreigner, was met with the glance of a young guard as he arrived near the line, and the said guard approached the older soldier with a quick, shy greet, and looked at the Twai being brought by the man.
"Isn't this the dude that the others think is a spy?" he said in a low tone but still seeming to don't care if he was being herd by Gliame.

@Burninati0n@Normansveldet

Gliame rolls his eyes, and thinks something along the lines of I DO have a voice, but keeps his mouth shut. 

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Seeing that the girl was going to resume on going back to her practice, the grumpy senior officer patted the other one heavily on the shoulder and huffed, muttering for him to keep rolling and find some work to to. At the Roina sniper, he just glared and pointed a finger. "Watch your tracks, hunter. Here we don't play with Yiimaran puppets, so you do better by not showing you were one." he said with a spiteful tone, and turned away to walk before a response could be giver, either way it would probably be the best for Dheeraj to not risk pissing off yet another officer.

Time went by, Huilin had some other soldiers there give her tips on her shooting practice, as well she spend a good few 4 days there receiving training, which surely wasn't a very exciting experience, having to go through stuff like lifting tires, climbing walls and crawling under barbed wire, to watch the others there mostly go much better than her on such exercises. As well some basic instructions like cooking food on camp fires or crafting a tent out of materials from nature, identifying a reliable clean water source and other abilities useful for survival which were mostly hastily explained due to the lack of time. By the morning after those 4 days, Huilin and Dheeraj, along with a group of soldiers they have been training with, were then taken to the train station where they would be put on the next train to be sent to their destination. Although, something could be seen that it was off.
Originally, that group was destined to be sent to No Man's Land, where a tactical guerrilla group was needed, but it could be heard just as they reached the station that the officer responsible for them was being faced with a last hour message, saying they urgently needed to change the plans.
Some of the soldiers got confused as they saw they were being taken to board a train to go towards south, instead of west like previously planned, and it was when the officer came by, with the group already inside the wagon, to give them the news.
"Squadron, hear me out!" the man started his announcement as he stood in the middle of the wagon, lifting hands and clapping to take the attention of the soldiers who were lost if murmurs and whispers of confusion, quieting down to hear the officer, that same one who gave Huilin a pistol.
"Hear me out, dogs! Change of plans, they are in need for qualified men and specialists down the river Wai!" he said in a hushed tone, everyone looking in some confusion. "No questions asked, because i don't have the answers and you will only get them once we arrive there!"
@Ayanka@Asturies-Llion

 

The Yaroii on that truck didn't understand the svaalian's speech, but the sentiment was generalized there of the urge of coming out of harm's way.
"We need to get out of here!!" one of the officers shouted, banging on the cabin's grills, "We have nowhere to go!!" the driver responded exasperated, as they were on a dirt road in the middle of a open pasture. Although, there was really no time to think much of what was going on, as a sudden silence replaced the aggressive revving of the plane engines, and another officer shushing everyone to hear what was going on. They knew the silence was the worst part, as it preceded death.
And it was certain, as just a few seconds after the silence, the sound of the first explosion met them, the bombs falling left and right seeming to turn the ground inside out, making the driver and the soldiers exasperated to leave that place as soon as possible, the ride getting much bumpier as the truck speed up.
A cloud of smoke, dust and debris soon covered the view as a bomb was dropped on a caravan not far ahead them, the soldiers screaming as that forced the driver to make dangerous maneuvers in attempt to avoid the debris while having very poor view of what was around. A large chunk of metal soon flew through the windshield, decapitating the poor officer sitting by the driver's side, who then panicked turning the truck on a maneuver that made the whole vehicle tumble around. The tones of metal and wood rolling around as the people inside it were tossed around along with the cargo, screams of panicked soldiers being heard as some of them were crushed by the weight of the craters being transported by their side now hurled at their bodies. This way the truck rolled over a couple times before stopping tumbled to side, the fumes of smoke and dirt filling the place along with the agonized moans of the people who were just tossed about like dead pigs.

(Roll for damage: 1 d6 each. Thorstein received 3 points of damage (minor wounds), Lyra received 4 points of damage (light wounds) )

The officers were stunned, as well most of the soldiers, but the sounds of the Yiimaran planes came back, not clear if they were returning or advancing forward.

@Zrhajan@World Anarchic Union

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[For tecnical values, i decided that the standard is to start with 50 Health Points (HP)
Characteristics like "Vigorous" and "Endurance" makes you have more HP than the standard, and things such as "Weak" or "Low Endurance" does the opposite.

This way, here is the Health Points chart:
Heishan - [Enduring], 55 HP
Lyra - 50 HP
Fogliame - [Has "Weak" but also "Persistent"], 48 HP
Dheeraj - 50 HP
Thorsten - 50 HP
Engke - 50 HP
Sergej - 50 HP
Aya - 50 HP
Huilin - [weak I, low endurance/stamina I], 30 HP
Fatma - [Poor Endurance], 45 HP ]

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The pirate started to respond to the guards when the sound of planes filled the air. Lyra realized what that meant, as did the others with her. The noise was increasing in volume more and more until, in a few minutes’ time, the planes seemed to have disappeared. Of course, everyone knew what that meant as well. She began responding to Thorsten when an explosion rocked the ground. She tried to hold on to a loose piece of rope but suddenly the truck began swerving. After a few seconds a shrieking sound made Lyra’s ears to ring and the whole truck lifted from the earth. It fell on the ground violently, shaking all those inside. Everything crumbled and began falling apart. 

Lyra tried to hold on but it was far too difficult. The piece of rope she was holding onto snapped and she was sent flying from her seat onto a nearby guard who was badly injured. As the truck whirled once more, bothshe and the guard were sent flying backwards with the guard launching off the truck. The former captain felt something warm dripping from her head and her hand felt numb. The smell of gasoline began filling her lungs as the truck finally landed on the side of the road. 

Lyra opened her eyes. She seemed to have lost consciousness at the last seconds of the crash. Now things stood still but the noise of the planes was slowly but steadily returning. As she tried to stand up, she noticed that a large bruise appeared on her left arm and cuts were quite prominent on her leg and forehead. Looking around, she realized she had fallen on Thorsten, her bruised arm around his neck. After some attempts, she managed to shake off the dizziness and looked around.

 

”For fuck’s sake, fucking Yiimaran assholes, fuck you to hell.” She turned her head around, looking at the other people beside her. Realizing that her arm was around Thorsten, she swiftly removed it, trying to hide that it ever happened.Let’s not talk about that she thought.

”How’re you sailor?” She said that addressed to Thorsten but glanced at the guards as well. “What about you? Do we have any casualties?”

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On 12/8/2018 at 7:24 PM, Varsala said:

Seeing that the girl was going to resume on going back to her practice, the grumpy senior officer patted the other one heavily on the shoulder and huffed, muttering for him to keep rolling and find some work to to. At the Roina sniper, he just glared and pointed a finger. "Watch your tracks, hunter. Here we don't play with Yiimaran puppets, so you do better by not showing you were one." he said with a spiteful tone, and turned away to walk before a response could be giver, either way it would probably be the best for Dheeraj to not risk pissing off yet another officer.

Time went by, Huilin had some other soldiers there give her tips on her shooting practice, as well she spend a good few 4 days there receiving training, which surely wasn't a very exciting experience, having to go through stuff like lifting tires, climbing walls and crawling under barbed wire, to watch the others there mostly go much better than her on such exercises. As well some basic instructions like cooking food on camp fires or crafting a tent out of materials from nature, identifying a reliable clean water source and other abilities useful for survival which were mostly hastily explained due to the lack of time. By the morning after those 4 days, Huilin and Dheeraj, along with a group of soldiers they have been training with, were then taken to the train station where they would be put on the next train to be sent to their destination. Although, something could be seen that it was off.
Originally, that group was destined to be sent to No Man's Land, where a tactical guerrilla group was needed, but it could be heard just as they reached the station that the officer responsible for them was being faced with a last hour message, saying they urgently needed to change the plans.
Some of the soldiers got confused as they saw they were being taken to board a train to go towards south, instead of west like previously planned, and it was when the officer came by, with the group already inside the wagon, to give them the news.
"Squadron, hear me out!" the man started his announcement as he stood in the middle of the wagon, lifting hands and clapping to take the attention of the soldiers who were lost if murmurs and whispers of confusion, quieting down to hear the officer, that same one who gave Huilin a pistol.
"Hear me out, dogs! Change of plans, they are in need for qualified men and specialists down the river Wai!" he said in a hushed tone, everyone looking in some confusion. "No questions asked, because i don't have the answers and you will only get them once we arrive there!"

Huilin realises something's off as she gets into the wagon. For the last days she had to pay attention to the officer's long speeches and plans about what to do once they reached No Man's Land, to the west. She's sure that train wasn't heading towards the west. Are they taking another route towards there? Or it's just a mistake, perhaps? She realises her mind isn't tricking her as soon as she starts hearing other soldiers whispering to each other with similar concerns.

It's not until one of the officers gets into the wagon and explains the change of plans that they learn where they are heading. As the officer finished speaking, turned around and headed toward the door, soldiers started to speak again, this time way louder, some of them ignoring the officer's last sentence and trying to ask him questions anyway.

Huilin turns around, as if she's trying to hide for a moment from the rest of soldiers. Eyes wide open, she puts her hand on her chest as she looks down to the floor, visibly shaken.

The Wai river.

She's been there before. Several times, in fact, on several field trips to collect samples for her studies. She knows the area quite well: the river is surrounded by a vast and dense jungle with an hostile climate and a considerably unfriendly fauna. If having to fight the Yiimarans by itself isn't already intimidating enough, having to do it in a place such as the surroundings of the Wei river is more than enough to drop anyone's morale, not to mention that it is said the Yiimarans have a large portion of their navy going up the river itself.

Huilin takes a few deep breathes and tries to regain her composure. She looks around her: she sees soldiers complaining and ranting, but none as worried as she. As if no one really knew what awaits them.

Huilin only knows of one person in there that may be as aware as her of the situation: She looks up at the Roina hunter, standing next to her.

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