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You are ROY POWERS, a Vertical Tank Commander!
Currently, you were part of Artois' hunting party, chasing after a traitorous lord that had tried to assassinate you and Tarin. You had wondered what he would have to gain during the night you were waiting for Clementine to be repaired, with Tarin pointing out that having killed two of Reikland's biggest thorns in their side would have put him in a very good bargaining position when he defected. You guess it made some sort of sense.
However, that sort of subterfuge, not to mention the idea of even defecting at all, had seemed to put the entire Breton camp in an uproar. There were so many volunteers to join Artois' hunting party that he could have practically just led the entire army out.
However, Artois was playing it wise, and only took knights and squires that he could trust, mostly from his own house and his closest allies, which included your platoon.
"I hope that your steed is well?" Artois asks as Tarin deflty weaves through the trees to stay on his tail.
"Yeah, she's running almost as good as new." You grin. "They still rushed a few things though, so she's not at 100%."
"Let us hope that it will not prove to be a problem for us." Artois chuckles. "I know that your steeds are more suited for traversing this terrain. Would you not mind riding ahead of us?"
"Well, how many VTs does this Kalendor guy have?" Bannon asks.
"In addition to his own steed, Kalendor has six knights and a dozen squires." Artois explains. "Not exactly an army, but not a small force, either."
>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
>I think it's better we stick together.
>Other
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
>>43764372
>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
We can't catch him with such a large party, but if we go in front of them, we have an actual chance. Further, his numbers don't matter for much, so long as we can slow him down.
Besides, we're hunters. While a royal hunt might consist of many men and hounds, a hunt out in the mountains is a solitary prowl.
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
I hope I don't fuck this time.
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
>>43764372
>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
>>43764372
>>Yeah, we can catch up to him faster.
Okay what did they rush, that makes us not 100%
Merc, you forgot to give us HVAP in the pastebin.
>>43764613
IIRC we already got it through completing a task.
>>43764372
"Yeah, we can catch up to him faster." You agree. "What about it, sir?"
"Well, I prefer safety in numbers." Bannon grumbles, his VT trudging alongside Artois'. "But I suppose there's some merit to it. All right everyone, let's pick up the pace!"
"You heard him, Tarin." You instruct. "Let's put in some more speed."
"Roger." Tarin nods and Clementine picks up her pace.
"How fast are we gonna do this?" Rock asks as Lagoon naturally begins to outpace the rest of the platoon, taking up the lead position.
"I want to say as fast as we can, but then we'd be barreling through this forest like elephants. They'd hear us coming miles away." Bannon mumbles.
>We'll go full speed. We need to catch up to them.
>We'll go fast but quiet.
>How about we send a smaller group ahead?
>Other
>>43764728
>>How about we send a smaller group ahead?
>>43764728
>We'll go fast but quiet.
>>43764728
>>We'll go fast but quiet.
Best of both worlds.
>>43764728
>We'll go fast but quiet.
Sneeki breeki time
>>43764728
>>We'll go fast but quiet.
>>43764728
>>We'll go fast but quiet.
>>43764728
>>We'll go fast but quiet.
How can you be quiet driving a tank?
>>43764827
we have feet
>>43764728
>We'll go fast but quiet.
>>43764827
It depends heavily on a large number of factors. Long story short, it's possible to move pretty quietly with WW2 tanks, but only on low RPM.
Modern times, the M1 Abrams has been called the "Silent Death" because it's so quiet, thanks to the turbine engine.
>>43764839
Tracks only play a small part of it. Although really, the T-34's steel tracks would raise an absolute racket. The big problem is the engine noise and dust cloud. Engine noise can be reduced on lower RPM and by cutting the number of engines used in some vehicles.
>>43764728
"Let's do this quiet." You say. "Throttle back enough so we aren't just stomping blindly through the forest. Hopefully the sound of their own movements will mask ours."
"Good idea." Parker says cheerfully.
"Now let's move!" Bannon barks.
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 17 (1d20)
>>43764930
Rolled 11 (1d20)
>>43764930
Rolled 8 (1d20)
>>43764930
>>43764938
based Tarin
>>43764938
Noice
>>43764938
Good, it wasn't a Nat1
>>43764930
You slowly pick your way through the trees, moving as cautiously as possible. Well, more like Tarin moves as cautiously as possible. She avoids stepping on hard surfaces like tree roots and rocks, opting instead for softer dirt or leaves to further mask the sounds of your movements.
And then you hear it, the distant hum of VT engines up ahead. You were slowly catching up to them.
"Anybody see anything?" You ask.
"I have visual on Breton VTs." Alex remarks. "Six light VTs. Probably just squires acting as rearguard. What should we do?"
"If we engage we might give away that we're right behind them." Bannon mumbles. "Maybe we bypass them until we can get in front of the main group and cut them off."
"B-But they'll delay Artois' group." Alfie points out.
>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>Eliminate them before they can warn the others.
>Other
>>43765135
>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>>43765135
>>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>>43765135
>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>>43765135
>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>>43765135
>>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
>>43765135
>>Eliminate them before they can warn the others.
>>43765135
>>Just try to bypass them. Leave them for Artois.
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>>43765135
"Let's try to bypass them. No sense raising the alarm now." You say.
"Yeah, Artois can handle these guys easily." Bannon says in agreement as his VT pivots to continue onward. "All right,let's go!"
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>>43765461
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>43765461
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>43765461
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>43765461
>>43765461
NOOOO. I WASN'T ABLE TO ROLL. I DUN FUCKED AGAIN.
>>43765461
As you trudge through the forest, leaving behidn the small rearguard of squires, you're caught off guard when you see two golden VTs burst through the trees, each flying banners bearing Kalendor's sigil, the dove with an arrow through its heart. The two VTs pause, as if similarly caught off guard.
"Fuck, we've been made!" You bark as the pair of VTs charge at you and the Lagoon, lances at the ready.
"Move move MOVE!" You hear Alex shout.
"Working on it! "Rock grunts.
"Damnit! You're in the line of fire!" Axel grunts. "We don't have a clear shot!"
Well, in this case, you had two options. Either fire your cannon or Dragonsbreath at the attacking knight and hope you could stop it in its tracks before he could reach you, or dodge out of the way and hope Bannon and Axel could follow up.
>Attack with your cannon.
>Attack with Dragonsbreath.
>Dodge the attack.
>Other
>>43765727
>>Attack with your cannon.
Fire main gun!
>>43765727
>Attack with your cannon.
>>43765727
>>Dodge the attack.
>>43765727
>>Attack with your cannon.
>>43765727
>Dodge the attack.
>>43765727
>>Attack with your cannon.
>>43765727
>>Attack with your cannon.
Rolled 11, 20 = 31 (2d20)
>>43765727
"Tarin, keep us steady!" You bark as you hit the button prompting your autoloader to activate. "We're gonna try out this new HVAP!"
"Hell of a time to test it." Tarin grunts as she widens Clementine's stance to prepare for firing."
"No better time than the worst time!" You respond as you center your sights and hit the trigger.
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>43765957
Rolled 4 (1d20)
>>43765957
>20
ffffffffuck
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>43765957
>>43765972
>>43765975
>>43765983
hahahahahaha
>>43765983
>>43765983
>>43765975
>>43765972
>>43765975
>>43765983
Yeah we are getting fucked up
>>43765972
>>43765975
>>43765983
Awww....crud
>>43765994
>>43765998
>>43765999
Star power?
>>43765957
Well well well.
It looks like the knight has you beat pretty bad here! Do you want to use a FATE POINT to reroll?
You currently have 2 points!
>Y
>N
>>43766011
>>Y
we need to ride shiny and chrome
>>43766011
Y
Only way.
>>43766011
>Y
That 20 is brutal, hopefully we can get something higher than a 7 to mitigate the damage done
Manage to catch this quest after a girls und panzer marathon.
The show is bad, but strangely addictive but how they depict tanks made me sigh.
also a PINK M3 Lee.
>>43766011
>FATE POINT USED
>1 point remains
All right, let's get this reroll going!
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 16 (1d20)
>>43766154
SNOW BE WITH US
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>43766154
welp
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>>43766154
Anti-Mech sword intervention?
>>43766158
YES. ANON
>>43766169
OMG I CAN'T EVEN ROLL.
>>43766158
Much better
>>43766165
You know, I have a feeling that when the VT was first introduced, some brave/suicidal Bretons decided to use anti-VT swords with varying effectiveness.
>>43766252
I wonder if we can get one to slap it on our tank if we do something fancy. As a reward.
>>43766347
>inb4 Bretonnian STEEL FOLDED OVER 1000000 TIMES!
>>43766154
You fire you cannon, scoring a solid hit on the front plate of the charging VT. The entire body of the vehicle is briefly shrouded in smoke and fire, showing a clear penetration into the hull. However, the momentum of the VT continues to carry it forward, making an impact inevitable.
"Shit!" You curse. "Tarin, watch out!"
Tarin doesn't say a word as she jerks the control stick to the side, angling Clementine's hull at the last second right as the lance hits. There's a right flesh and Clementine jerks and rumbles as the VT continues on, slamming its full weight into Clementine as well and toppling both VTs over with a loud THUD. The hit is so hard that the internal light shorts out, shrouding the entire crew compartment in darkness.
"Tarin, Tarin!" You yelp.
"I'm okay." Tarin mumbles in the darkness.
From the way it sounds, she's definitely not okay. To make matters worse, you can hear clanking as a hatch outside is swung open. Clearly, your hit didn't kill the the whole crew of that VT.
>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
>Other
>>43766359
No, no. More like
>Bretonnian OUR SWORDS ARE SO PERFECT WE DON'T NEED TO FOLD IT!
>>43766252
It wouldn't surprise me.
In Battletech, the Draconis Combine does equip some soldiers with vibroblades, which can cut through some pretty tough shit (though it's probably too short to cut through anything mech-sized except the cockpit).
Then they made the mech-sized Vibroblade, which is much scarier and much more effective in damaging 'mechs.
>>43766379
>>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
Roys nightmare coming true
>>43766379
>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
>>43766379
>>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
>>43766379
>>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
Luckily, we have a high-calibre gun if anyone dares try to get inside.
>>43766379
>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
>>43766379
>>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
Take out the enemy first.
>>43766379
>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
>>43766379
>>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
>>43766379
>You need to get rid of that bastard before he tries anything.
>>43766484
what if that takes longer than expected (especially with how the dice work, remember that thing with Falynn in VMQ2?)
>>43766379
You couldn't let that guy move around freely. For all you knew he could have something to further damage Clementine, or worse, breach the crew compartment with. You crawl for the hatch, which was not at a vertical angle due to Clementine being knocked onto her side, and push it open. As you crawl out, sidearm drawn, you can see the knight, his silver armor covered in grime, soot, and burnt blood as he clambers out of his downed VT, wielding a very large and very intimidating greatsword.
"To the death!" He bellows upon seeing you.
Well, you had a gun and he didn't. Problem was, you weren't too sure if your sidearm could punch his armor. You see the pintle mounted .50 caliber MG still secure its mounting. However, it would take some valuable time to pry it off and getting it ready to fire...
>Use your sidearm.
>Use the .50
>Other
>>43766379
>>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
>>43766379
>>He can't get in here. Check on Tarin first.
>>43766613
>Use the .50
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm.
>>43766613
>>Use your sidearm.
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm.
Unload your mag into him. If it doesn't kill him it'll slow him down to use the .50
>Use the .50
>>43766613
>>Use your sidearm.
aim for the faceplate.
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm
I highly doubt Roy can pick up, aim, and fire a .50 with any sort of accuracy.
>>43766636
Support.
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm.
Unless we have a .22, or his armour's an inch thick, it should be able to punch through.
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm.
Plate armor is shit to modern firearms. Unless he's got Kevlar underneath that plate, he's a dead man.
>>43766613
>Use your sidearm.
Ah, the Indiana Jones option.
>>43766674
Fluff... You ever hear of a plate carrier? You know what it is?
No. A handgun is going to have trouble penetrating a substantial amount of metal.
I'm assuming our side-arm is the Model 1911?
>>43766613
>>Use the .50
cut him in half
>>43766613
>>Use the .50
>>43766613
>Use the .50
It's about sending a message.
Hey guys I was wondering. Why don't they make tank with two barrels instead of just on? Both barrels would be facing the front of course.
>>43766613
You draw your sidearm and aim down the sights. It was way faster than trying to negotiate with the .50, after all. Even with all his armor, all you needed to do was hit the right spot...
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 17 (1d20)
>>43766847
>>43766840
Because it'd be big, heavy, complicated to reload, and you don't need that much firepower.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>43766847
Called shot: Head
>>43766840
Weighs more, loads slower, doesn't provide meaningful advantage.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>43766847
>>43766851
ok that makes sense.
>>43766855
Ok.
>>43766746
I do and I dought that he's wearing that under his field plate mail. Besides, plate Mail is made to stop Melee attacks, not bullets.
>>43766851
You take aim right at the knight's helmet and fire off your entire magazine. The knight's helmet sparks as your bullets slam and deflect off of it, denting the metal in with every impact. Even with the armor, you were sure the knight had to be feeling the impacts, and finally, he loses his balance and topples over, his sword clattering off the side of his disabled VT and embedding itself into the ground below.
This was you chance.
>Grab the .50
>Take his sword.
>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>Other
>>43766960
>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766960
>You should have a clear shot now, Axel
>>43766960
>>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766960
>>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766960
>>Grab the .50
>>43766960
>Grab the .50
>>43766960
>>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766746
Part of the way plate carriers work is that they're flexible and provide resistance over a distance (even if that distance is less than a centimetre). Plate armour is rigid, providing resistance only at the moment of impact, which is usually low enough that a bullet can penetrate.
>>43766960
>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766960
>>You should have a clear shot now, Axel.
>>43766960
"Axel, you're clear to fire." You announce in your mic.
"Gotcha covered, Roy." Axel says cheerfully as you hear a storm of bullets whiz over your head as Brick's coaxial .30 caliber MG barks. Though his armor could protect him from small handgun bullets, it might as well have been paper against heavier MG rounds. The knight's body twitches wildly as its perforated by the storm of bullets.
"What about the second VT?" You ask, looking around.
"Bannon and Parker nailed it. Side shot." Axel tells you. "Bannon and Alex have already moved on. Tasked us to stay behind to keep an eye on you."
"I-Is Tarin okay?" Alfie asks.
"She was still active. Let me check." You dash back to Clementine and crawl back in through the hatch. You note the internal light was back on, giving you visibility again.
"Fixed the lights while you were out." Tarin says simply, and she looks like a mess. Her hand is clamped firmly over her right eye, and her forehead and hair are covered in burn marks and blood. It looked as if the lance had exploded right outside her viewport. The armored glass was gone, and you could see fragments of it jutting out of Tarin's arm, blood slowly seeping into her jacket.
"You're definitely not okay." You grimace as you grab the first aid kit.
"Still well enough to drive. These are just flesh wounds." Tarin insists. "I've checked Clementine's systems. The damage is mostly cosmetic. We're still good to go."
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>If you feel you can do it...
>Other
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>>43767250
>>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>>43767250
>>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
Our Tarin is hurt! I hope to god she didn't loose an eye here.
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>>43767279
Probably just a flesh wound.
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere
>>43767250
>>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
>>43767250
>>If you feel you can do it...
>>43767286
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikssfUhAlgg
>>43767250
>>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere.
"Clementine may be good to go, but you're not."
>>43767250
>Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere
Look at what you've done, Hess shippers.
Your fetish for a fuckable eyehole has led Merc to give Tarin one to even the playing field between them.
Are you happy now?
>>43767329
yes.
>>43767329
Maybe we should have engaged them in a frontal duel? Tarin might have gotten that eye wound.
>>43767349
Might have not*
>>43767349
maybe but the dice decide all in quests like this.
>>43767250
"Good to go my ass. You're not going anywhere." You grunt as you get a disinfecting wipe and start wiping away at Tarin's face. "Is your eye all right?"
"Just stings a bit." Tarin takes her hand off and opens her eye, showing to be red and irritated, no doubt from the blast.
"Honestly." You sigh as you hand her the first aid kit. "Patch your arm while I work on your head. You look like a real mess."
Tarin wordlessly takes the kit, and begins the painful process of extracting the shards of glass out of her arm, which she does without complaint or any sign of discomfort.
"So Roy, you still need us to stick around here?" Axel asks, his voice betraying that he was anxious to get back in the hunt.
"Don't be s-so rude, Axel!" Alfie chides. "We can't just l-leave them alone out here!"
"Hey, I was just asking!"
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>I'd feel better if you guys stick around.
>Other
>>43767418
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
Time for ambush.
>>43767418
>>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767418
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
We can still move if we have to.
>>43767399
Which reminds me:
Given how much the dice gods seem to hate us in this quest (and love the Reiklanders, thus confirming that the DGs are a bunch of literal Nazis) what's going to happen when we roll a natural 1 in our final battle against Mecha-Gregor and his legion of brainwashed Hess clones?
>>43767447
Something hilarious.
>>43767418
>>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767447
>>43767418
>>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767447
Getting captured or something which later leads to us starting a PRISON RIOT.
>>43767418
>>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
We need to capture this guy.
>>43767418
>>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767447
OR. We can have a repeat of the end of Valkyria mercs 1.
>>43767418
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767418
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767491
...Valkyria mercs?
>>43767418
>We should be fine. Go on ahead.
>>43767517
Merc's First quest.
>>43767418
"We should be fine." You assure them. "You guys go on ahead."
"I-If you insist." Alfie stammers.
"Just give us a holler if something happens." Axel says as Brick rumbles off into the trees.
"So what are we going to do now?" Tarin asks as she finishes wrapping bandages around her arm.
>We'll get Clementine back on her feet and head back to camp.
>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up.
>Other
>>43767574
>We'll get Clementine back on her feet and head back to camp.
Back to medic.
>>43767574
>>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up.
>>43767574
>>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up.
>>43767574
>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up.
>>43767574
>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up.
>>43767574
>>We'll just sit still and wait for Artois' party to catch up
>>43767574
"We'll just wait for Artois' party to catch up." You say.
"Fair enough." Tarin nods. You both clamber out of Clementine and sit against her armored hull, waiting for assistance to arrive.
"You think they'll get him?" Tarin asks.
"I'm sure they will." You answer. "If we caught up to them this fast, taking them out should be easy."
"I hope you're right." Tarin says as she pulls out a surprisingly intact ration bar from her pocket and starts chewing on it. "Just a bit frustrating we won't be there to see it."
"Well, we can't have everything." You shrug.
"So answer honestly, Roy." Tarin turns to you, her eyes boring deep into your own. "Why didn't you want to continue? Why hold us back here like this?"
Your hand unconsciously clenches into a fist, thankfully out of Tarin's sight.
>You're injured, simple as that.
>I almost thought I lost you.
>Other
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>>I almost thought I lost you.
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you.
Is it? Oh is it?
>>43767691
>>You're injured, simple as that.
>>43767691
>>I almost thought I lost you.
Feels route.
>>43767734
How's it feel pissing in the wind?
>>43767691
>I almost thought I lost you.
Anons, next time, avoid direct combat.
We just had to stand our ground while we had escort. Your 'muh chivalry' won't work.
>>43767691
"Well, the truth is..." You bite your lip, flashes of past nightmares flitting through your vision. "I almost thought I lost you."
"Really?" Tarin's eyes widen a bit. "Did I really worry you that much?"
"Look, Tarin, I really care about you. More than a driver. More than a friend. I..." You nearly choke up. "I just can't imagine being in a VT without you."
"That... that means a lot, Roy." Tarin actually smiles as she grasps your hand with her own. "But I have to know, if this happens again during another mission, what will you prioritize? Me or the mission?"
>You
>The mission.
>That's an unfair question.
>Other
>>43767827
>>That's an unfair question.
>>43767827
>>That's an unfair question.
Normally the order would go "The Men, the Mission, then Me"
>>43767827
>>That's an unfair question.
>>43767827
>That's an unfair question.
But more than likely
>You
>>43767827
>>That's an unfair question.
>>43767827
>You
>>43767827
>>That's an unfair question.
>>43767827
Fucking Morton's Forks.
If we say the mission, then she'll admire our dedication but know that she's not the most important thing to us (which people tend to expect from their partners for whatever reason).
If we say her, then she'll beg off of us because 'duty comes first' or some shit while having her torch lit even brighter by that fact.
The unfair question comes across as the typical indecisive bullshit. Not likely going to endear us to her.
>>43767827
>I want to say the mission. It's the right thing to say. We're soldiers.
>But here I am, right now, with you. I'm prioritizing you, because you're my crew. You're my friend. I don't want to lose you.
Changing >>43767882
to >>43767928
>>43767928
Oh this is good
>>43767928
change the final part a little bit since we just admitted that we like her more then a friend
other then that ya
>>43767928
>>43767827
this.
>>43767928
Based anon. This
>>43767827
"That's an unfair question and you know it." You frown as you flick Tarin in the forehead. "There's no good answer to that."
"You have a point." Tarin winces as she rubs her forehead. "Guess I got carried away."
"Anyways, we've always looked out for each other, and I don't see that changing." You assure her. "I want to say the mission. It's the right thing to say. We're soldiers. But here I am, right now, with you. I'm prioritizing you, because you're my crew. You're my friend. I don't want to lose you."
"I guess you're right." Tarin smiles as she rests her head on your shoulder. "Shit, maybe you were right. I feel really tired all of a sudden."
"Heh, see?" You chuckle.
"This is where you do the thing with my hair." Tarin whispers.
"Oh right!" You laugh as you pat her on the head, running your fingers through her dark hair.
"Make all the worries melt away..." You hear her mumble contently as she nuzzles against your shoulder.
Unfortunately, the moment doesn't last as you hear the telltale signs of an approaching VT, the ground vibrating at regular intervals as the massive vehicle approaches. Fortunately, it's Willem's VT that emerges from the trees.
"Lord Powers! What are you doing here?" Willem asks, surprised as he pops out of his hatch.
"Ah well, we took a hit." You explain. "Tarin here got injured. Mind helping us back to camp?"
"Of course! Of course!" Willem nods rapidly. "We'll have you up and running in no time! We er.... didn't interrupt anything, did we?"
You look at Tarin and she looks back at you.
>No no, we're fine.
>How about another five minutes?
>Other
>>43767977
>>How about another five minutes?
We're totally gonna name our kid Billy.
>>43767977
>No no, we're fine.
>>43767977
>No no, we're fine.
We can do it when nobody's watching.
>>43767977
>No no, we're fine.
Fun times can continue back in the safety of camp.Have them hold off on fixing Clem, make it a three-way.
>>43767977
>>No no, we're fine.
>>43767977
>>No no, we're fine.
>>43767977
>No no, we're fine.
>>43767977
>How about another five minutes?
>>43767977
>>How about another five minutes?
Might as well try. And we still have to try matching him up with Alfie.
>>43767977
>>How about another five minutes?
I know it wont go through, but dammit the tease is killing me.
>>43767977
>>How about another five minutes?
My time to impact something for once.
>>43767977
>>No no, we're fine.
>>43767977
"No, no, we're fun." You say, reluctantly getting up. "Let's get out of here."
Willem helps get Clementine back up to her feet, and is even considerate enough to give you an escort back to the camp. For the time being, you temporarily take over driving duties while Tarin rests in your commander seat. Fortunately, you were trained to be able to fulfill the driver role in case of an emergency. You knew how to do it, but you weren't nearly as proficient at it as Tarin was. Even so, you manage to limp Clementine back to camp without hitting THAT many trees.
"You are the worst driver ever." Tarin mumbles, her eye still closed. "I hardly got any sleep at all."
"Well I'd like to see you do be- shit." You sigh, realizing the folly of your poor retort.
"Thought so." Tarin says a little smugly.
You CAREFULLY maneuver Clementine back to the motor pool and help Tarin out of it, where a first aid team is waiting to take her in. Willem gives you a nod before leaving in his own VT, no doubt to rejoin the hunt.
>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
>See if Egan has made any progress.
>Check in with Sawyer to get an update on the hunt.
>Other
>>43768140
>>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
>>43768140
>>See if Egan has made any progress.
>>43768140
>"No, no, we're fun."
I had to do it, sorry merc.
>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
>>43768140
>>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
>>43768140
>>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
Might as well see her there.
>>43768140
>>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary
>>43768140
>Check in with Sawyer to get an update on the hunt.
>>43768140
>>See if Egan has made any progress.
Tarin is fine i think for now.
>>43768140
>>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
>>43768140
>Accompany Tarin to the infirmary.
I'm very interested in what Egan might have found, but roleplaying!
>>43768140
You accompany Tarin and the first aid team all the way back to the infirmary, where she's given a more thorough check to look for any hidden or missed injuries. You of course, have to wait outside for this process, for the sake of her privacy. After about half an hour, the head doctor exits the tent.
"Well, most of her injuries are relatively light. Just some cuts and burns. Nothing that would disqualify her from combat duty." The doctor says. "She doesn't have to stay here, but it it recommended she at least stay the night for observation. Otherwise, she's perfectly healthy."
"And her eye?" You ask.
"Just irritated from ash and dust. We've already cleaned it out, so her vision will return normally." The doctor explains. "Anyways, you're free to see her now."
"Thanks, doc." You nod as you enter the tent just in time to see Tarin sitting on her cot, putting her jacket back on.
"Whoa, whoa, Tarin. What are you doing!?" You gasp.
"Getting ready to leave?" Tarin tilts her head curiously. Her face and hair were cleaned up, but there was still a protective bandage over her right eye. "The doctor said I was cleared for duty."
>I guess I can't stop you, then.
>You should stay here the night, just in case.
>Other
>>43768253
>I guess I can't stop you, then.
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
>>43768253
>I guess I can't stop you, then.
>>43768253
>You should stay here the night, just in case.
>>43768253
>>You should stay here the night, just in case.
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
you're just gonna sneak out anyways.
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
Time to rock and roll.
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
The injuries are light. We jsut needed to have her get ti cleaned.
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
>>43768253
"Ha, I guess I can't stop you, then." You chuckle.
"So where do we head to, next?" Tarin asks as she finishes putting on her jacket.
>Check in on Egan
>Check in on Sawyer
>Other
>>43768253
>>I guess I can't stop you, then.
I passed out but I'm awake again.
>>43768319
>Check in on Sawyer
>>43768319
>>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>Check in on Egan
>>43768319
>Check fun on Egan
>>43768356
Oh you.
she only got those zombies for like a day.
How much can she learn about them in that much time?
>>43768457
Scientific curiosity, and I mean REAL curiosity, is a helluva thing
>>43768457
Maybe Merc'll make us roll a d20 for it.
>>43768319
"Let's see if Egan's made any new discoveries." You say.
"Right." Tarin nods and follows you out of the infirmary, though you get the feeling that she's walking a bit closer to you know, her arm occasionally brushing against yours. It's not unpleasant or anything, just different.
You finally reach the tent that Egan has been using as a makeshift lab and enter just in time to see Egan sawing the skull of one of the undead troopers open. You have to fight to keep your stomach under control.
"Oh, I thought you two were in the field." Egan says flatly. "That was quick."
"Well, our participation got kinda cut short." You laugh nervously. "Anyways, did you make any major breakthroughs?"
"Well, being able to study intact components has given me more insight into how these things are controlled." Egan pauses her work and takes her gloves off, motioning for you to follow her. "Let me show you."
Egan guides you to a new section of the tent that is gladly corpse and gore free, where she shows you what looks to be a large radio transmitter.
(cont)
>>43768513
"As we all know, Reikland uses wireless control signals to guide the actions of their undead soldiers." Egan says, holding up a small antenna. "The signals are picked up by these receivers implanted into their spines, and are translated into commands for the undead to follow."
"And what does this thing do?" Tarin asks, eyeing the contraption warily.
"Well, I've managed to isolate the specific frequencies these devices have been tuned to." Egan explains. "Using that data, I developed this specialized jammer that will hopefully disrupt the activities of undead soldiers in a certain radius."
"That sounds extremely useful." You agree. "And it could be a serious gamechanger."
"But it's just a prototype, so it's not without its... drawbacks." Egan warns. "First, it needs a dedicated power source to function, so I designed it as a VT module. I'm not sure of its range or efficacy, either. It's something that would need to be tested in the field."
"Sounds dangerous." Tarin frowns.
"Sounds necessary." You sigh.
"Another caveat, this module's power requirements are fairly high, so its operation may hamper the capabilities of your own VT while in use." Egan cautions.
>How about we hook this up to Clementine?
>Maybe someone else can test it.
>Other
>>43768520
>Maybe someone else can test it.
Maybe Bannon?
>>43768520
>>How about we hook this up to Clementine?
she is still working and able.
>>43768520
>>How about we hook this up to Clementine?
>They still haven't fully repaired Clemtine either only 80% so might as well.
