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>>924938

You are Lieutenant 'Prince'. A seasoned NCO of the Black Company that, through a cruel twist of fate, found yourself landed with an officer's commission. Now you find yourself in command of the 7th Kiregstrom Shocktroopers, a position with more responsibility and scrutiny than you ever wanted.

7th Kriegstrom Platoon
Comprised of the most well-armed and armoured troops, 7th Platoon offers the meanest, fiercest and, given the mortality rate, dumbest soldiers to be found in the Black Company. A more bizarre collection of fighting men and women has likely never been seen. Down-on-their-luck heroes with a magic swords and brooding pasts like Cairsun; escaped slaves with a penchant for magik like Nissar; disgruntled veterans of the Nuemunster Legions like Corporal ‘Jack’ Marcus; Scarred Wildborn ‘Smiles’ (because fighting is really all a Wildborn knows); aging Skald huscarls like Hirstun of Ligh that should have retired long ago. You even have a mute rotten undead warrior, ‘Mask’, which is one even you haven’t heard before. Nevermind the fekking Dragon.

They’re your men (and women). Mercenaries, that kill for money. Warriors, with the right degree of pride and stubbornness. Soldiers, that fight for the man next to them. You never wanted this position, deciding who dies where. Dark Father knows it’s only a matter of time before you get them all killed.

Recap
Following the fall of the Neumunster city of Sarsburg several weeks ago, your Employer has sent his unholy host spread throughout the entirety of the western and northern reaches of the Neumunster Nation. While the main part of the Company and the undead went west to Oxenfurt Bridge, you were tasked with the seizure of the northern town of Kresden.

Having taken Kresden mostly intact, at the cost of a few comrades to the ravenous Grenn, the rest of the province should follow in short order. For now though, you're busy stopping your own men doing more damage to the town in occupying it than they ever did in taking it.

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>>924999
”I liked what I saw last night, sir.” CPL 'White Bitch' Tara leans in with a hungry grin and whispers conspiratorially “You ever done it in a church?”

"Yes, yes I have." Well, technically not a church per-se but it probably counts. You ponder the CPL's offer for a moment; issues like rank, favouritism and sexual frustration are considered in turn. Father, it's been a while. Ah fek it, why turn down a willing and attractive woman? It will be on your terms though. "But we're not putting on a fekking show for the troops, Corporal. I'm staying at the manor. Report to my room tonight for your... debriefing."

You feel a smug sense of satisfaction at CPL ‘White Bitch’ Tara’s taken aback expression, to her credit she quickly recovers.

“Done. Was wondering when you’d grow some balls, ‘your lordship’.” She grunts, nodding at your shoulder. A thin trail of red is pouring from underneath your battered shoulder plate [HP: 19/25]. ”What happened there? Didn’t see that Dog-fek put so much of a touch on you.”

“Ach.” You shrug, then wince. ”That Cataphract got in a good one. I kind of let it lie for a bit."

”Idiot.” ‘White Bitch’ deadpans without affection. ”Get it seen to.”

It’s not so bad, a few days rest will see you right as rain. If you stick around now then you’re bound to be late for them town council meeting with the other LT’s.

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>”Actually, I wanted to talk to about Snake. He’s one of yours isn’t he?” [Elite]

>>924938
> Like Saint, Prince is for pure and not for lewd. [Elite]
>A nice tasteful fade-to-black, please. Everything else is fair game. [Courage]

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>>924571

Characters are required to be at least somewhat realistic. I reserve the right to veto. If you wish to sign up to the crusade, the pope requires the following information from you.

>Name:
>Country of Origin:
Any Catholic nation that existed in Europe at the time is viable. Very distant countries (eg norway or scotland) may have a harder or more expensive time reaching the holy lands.
>Position:
Who is your character? Likely a noble of some sort. A duke or count? Or perhaps a powerful bishop or wealthy merchant?
>Background:
Just give me a paragraph/few lines (though more if you want). Any fluff you'd like to make up. May have effects upon your start and during the game.
>Colours:
2 colours please, a primary and secondary. Will be used for campaign and battle map purposes.


I will then give you a profile including the following information:

>Army: The soldiers under your command.
Levies: peasants with basic weaponry.
Infantry: properly armed and armoured soldiers
Archers: ranged equivalent of levies
Crossbows: ranged equivalent of infantry
Cavalry: mounted soldiers that can also be fielded as infantry on foot
Knights: superior soldiers made up of highly trained and equipped gentry and nobility, can fight on foot or horseback. Can't be trained out of lower troops (can't train a man's bloodline).
Siege Equipment: catapults, battering rams and siege towers that make capturing castles and cities considerably easier, but are a huge liability if attempting to travel.

>Prestige
your fame and the respect of your peers
>Wealth
gold and silver
>Piety
your standing with the church
>(Imperial) Favour
your standing with the Byzantine Empire
>Morale
your support amongst your followers
>(Combat) Skill
your personal ability in combat
>Oaths
Things you have promised to do or not do. Or that others have promised you.
>Followers
NPCs that are permanently or temporarily accompanying you.

>>924580
Country of Origin
Italy, Venice.
Position
Heir to the Patrician Family of Dodoni
Background
Due to tragedies of birthing, Conrad is the only Adult Male Heir of the Dodoni Family. Realising he will never hold the Dogeship after his uncle passed away, Conrad seeks to gain glory, fame, and wealth by crusading, despite the disapproval of the current Doge. His family, encouraged by the sudden drop of in unfriendly troops near their European holdings, allowed him to go, and even commissioned him new armour. Trained on the classics and in the cutthroat courts of Venice, he is less a warrior and more of a commander and politician.
Colours
Yellow and Black

>>924580
>Name:
Esteban Enrique-Núñez-García Ramírez-Vasquez-Rodriguez-Hernandez-Cortés Martínez (The women of my family side wanted to use their surname to name their children and it keep on piling on) or just Esteban
>Country of Origin:
Castile (Spain)
>Position:
Bishop
>Background:
The third son of a minor noble family, it was decided Esteban would become a priest. At first, he hated it but later on found solace from the Word. When he became older and wise, he was promoted to bishop of his home.
>Colours:
Blue and White

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>Something I forgot to mention, art is cannon, unless I can't find a relevant picture, in which case you get an eye or character portrait, like this time, when you get a character portrait, to remind you what your MC looks like.

Sprink the Nymph pulls Skribl the Acid Girl up out of the Dissociation Pool and back into the Ego Forest. Sprink does not look back, but simply walks up to an overlarge sunflower and sits in the middle. Skribl shakes her head a little and follows the nymph on the flower, and when she is seated Sprink tickles the sunflower, which chuckles and rises up out of the ground about twenty feet. Sprink hops off and grabs onto a huge yellow angel's trumpet flower, and climbed up a vine and out of sight.

Skribl gets a running start and grabs ahold of the angel's trumpet and climbs up after the nymph. At the top of the vine she sees Sprink walking down a bamboo bridge, and hurries to catch up. Sprink starts talking with her as they walk.

"The elves built this bridge. There wasn't always so many elves, you know. Or maybe you don't; I forget sometimes that you are so young. There have always been elves I think, but there have been so many recently. There are not like us, you know. The City did not birth them. They are aliens," the nymph says.

"They're just, you know, they're people sleeping, they're dreaming," Skribl says uncomfortably. "They aren't 'aliens'. Klowdy says it's the elves that keep The City alive, that if they hadn't dreamed of it, it would never have existed."

"Then perhaps they are gods," says Sprink. Skribl does not respond.

At a certain point Sprink appears to faint and fall over the side of the bridge. Skribl rolls her eyes and jumps down after her, landing softly in a bed of poppies. She gets up quickly and follows the nymphs laughter into the forest, trying to not inhale. She spots her sliding down a hill of mossy vines and barely catches up, sliding down after her. At the bottom of the hill the nymph is crouched down, staring intently ahead of her. She is not moving.

Skribl tenses, and does not move. Her eyes flicker around the forest, but she does not see it. After a long time though, it looses interest, and she hears the light rustling of grass and leaves. If the forest was not so deathly still, she might have missed it. Eventually, Sprink nods at her and the two set off again, with less laughter.

After crossing a very colorful creek they come to an armchair the size of a house in the middle of the north trail. A trio of elves are giggling and smoking weed on top of it. Sprink points out the glowing toadstools on the trail, and where they seem to end, in front of the chair.

A) Talk to the elves
B) Investigate the trail
C) Eat a mushroom

>>928901
B) Investigate the trail

>>928901
>B) Investigate the trail

>>924551
How is our captive doing? Have we done anything about getting the Nitor to foot the bill for getting us some more reliable rifles for our men?

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Finishing your food, you set the bowl aside and look down at the letter you got from the Nitor branch command. While thankful for your help dealing with the Kingfisher's men, they apparently lack the authority to arm a fighting force that's not under their remit, even a baker's dozen of bestfolk expatriates. Captain Keel had warned you that it would probably turn out this way, but you'd still hoped you wouldn't have to foot the bill yourself. Even so, the Nitor'd graciously offered to send a few more patrols in and around the trade route. Keel himself had a few words with you when you first got back, and after a thorough retelling of what you had learned had agreed to second a squad or two of his men once you had acquired some 'actionable intelligence' from your captive. "After all, it is in the United Free Kingdom's best interest to avoid any unecessary hostilities." He'd said.

No matter, until your 'prisoner' is healed enough to talk there's not much to learn on what is happening beyond the mountain. A more model captive you couldn't have asked for, even with two beastfolk guarding him, the centaur hadn't made a single move to remove the blindfold. The cheek had healed nicely, and he'd probably be able to talk if it weren't for Tatiana being insistant on properly setting the loosened teeth she had managed to save. Just as well, your first interrogation attempt had resulted in him launching an oversized molar toward you when he had tried to mumble out his name. You'd backed off as Tatiana fussed around resetting the errant tooth.

Looking at the nitor letter once more, you hazard the idea of asking the Nitor about the lagoon you've still got a gateway to in your backyard, and if it'll be be up for auction anytime soon, but you figure to let it rest. At least until you talk to Keel, no sense badgering the Nitor high command until anymore for the time being. No sense in annoying them overmuch.

Heading downstairs, you relieve Tai of dishwashing duty and watch him sprint to go help with rest of the hands watch the cattle. From here you can just barely see at edge of the compound, examining the cattle the three beastfolk who had pulled herd duty were moving his way. Beyond that, invisible in the light drizzling rain is the construction crew, likely working to protect the bridge and road they had spent so much time building.

From the bunkhouse you see Tatiana step out and exchange a few words with Artyom, who's been waiting near the entrance for the merest hint of any wrongdoing on the part of your prisoner. His deference to her now seems justified, and while you can't see it, the royal features must be awfully pronounced if a Hussar that far north from the capital was easily able to identify a 'princess'.

>Action?

>>925965
>is healed enough to talk
Can he wright? If he never sees Tatiana then it's fine, right?

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You, your gunfighter friend Alex, and the safecracker Nick, are holed up in a neon-lit bar lounge. You're taking cover behind a couch, while the other two are behind the bar, along with the corpses of two Triad guards. You're on the 23rd floor. The vault is on the 24th, the top floor. You're waiting here for Ryuji, who you think might be an actual ninja, to finish scouting out this floor and report back to you.

Right now you're dealing with a bit of a problem with your escape route. Two Triads on the rooftop have found the rope you were planning to use to rappel out. Ryuji's uncle, Ken, is across the street watching them with a rifle scope. "What should I do?" he asks, his voice coming from the radio on your shoulder.

You say, "Is that rifle of yours suppressed?"

"It's the Springfield I used in Korea," he says. "So no. Just a rifle."

"All right, just let them do what they want. They're still in the dark about us, I don't want to give that up just yet. Get that helicopter ready. We might have to take the high road out of here after all."

"Got it."

You spend several tense moments in the lounge, trying to watch all the entrances at once. You're still holding your weapon of choice for this stealth mission, an antique crossbow. It's working out good so far, but it doesn't give you the same comfort as a gun. You take a moment to look at Alex and Nick. You can't see their faces behind the gas masks, but Alex gives you the "O.K." sign.

You hear a slight noise, and quickly aim the crossbow towards it. But it's just Ryuji returning. His sword is drawn and bloodied. His gask mask is off, hanging at his hip, one of the eye lenses badly cracked. He looks like he took a few punches to the face, but nothing worse.

"Hey, Ryuji," you say. "Welcome back. One of those guards give you trouble?"

"いつでも恋," he says. He walks to the bar, grabs a handful of napkins, wipes the blood off his blade. "戦いは終わらんけど ..." He grabs one of the surviving bottles of liquor from behind the bar, pops the top, and takes a long swallow.

"Fair enough," you say. "Good work out there. Let's keep moving."

The four of you move quietly up the east stairs on the 24th floor. You think about whether to proceed straight to the vault, or investigate the rest of this floor first.

>West: Directly to the vault.
>North: Offices
>South: Indoor pool and exercise rooms

>>933892
>South: Indoor pool and exercise rooms

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>>929932
Sickly green lightning tears open the sky. Beyond it, you see nothing. Not the sky, not the stars, not more lightning, not even darkness. Your eyes just pass over the Breach and you just know there's nothing there.

There's nothing below the Breach either, which is why you're all looking up at it from the semi-comfort of the Vimana.

"So, this is the Breach," you say. "It's not what I was expecting. I mean, I've seen pictures, but they don't convey just how it's…"

"Weird?" Orianne suggests when you struggle to find the word.

"Close enough," you say. "Anyway, what are we supposed to do about it now?"

"The Breach is currently inactive," Commander Blumstein informs you telepathically, "but oracular Relics suggest it'll become active once you use your powers. I'd recommend doing something to prepare yourself for battle."

Kicking the hornet's net and then setting whatever comes out on fire isn't a bad plan, but it's not exactly a great one either.

Still, you work with what you have.

Your two options at the moment for combat buffs are to borrow some of Orianne's divine power, or asking Selene to prepare one of her orbital arrows so you can increase the power of your first successful attack.

- Borrow some of Orianne's power.
- Let Selene do her thing.

>>929937
>- Let Selene do her thing.
Let's start off with a bang!

>>929937
>- Let Selene do her thing.

>>932811
Go on...

>>932901
I need 20 or so more minutes, I didn't have a full plan for this story I just felt a blot of inspiration, so I'm in the middle of jotting out notes like a madman. Soon

You stop by the park on your way, one that you need to cut through to get to midstreet. A memory's of having to walk through this park after hanging out at Lukes house come back to you, God back then you used to hate having walking through the creepy park at night. Acting on instinct, you look behind you to make sure nothing there, following you... Aaand, nothing. actually, this place has for as long as you known, been underused, no one seems to even use this place, sure a dog walker or two, but it's empty most of the time.

Feeling mentally sapped of energy, you take a seat on a green mental bench and pull out your phone.

1:17pm, and 12 messages from your co-worker. Seems about right.(choices soon)

>>926331
>Ask what she wants first.

>>926331
>>Ask what she wants first.

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>>926331
>Ask what she wants first.

Does Katya need clothes or anything to cover up her synthflesh? She may be synth, but that doesn't mean she isn't 100% immune to environmental effects.

>>924885
>Loiter with the outsiders (Talk with Dan, Graive or Doc Floofers)
Oh boy you're back! Let's talk to Dan

>>924885
>Hang out with your gang (Talk with Anasael, Kain or MP14)
> Ask Kain to put you some sunscreen in your back.

>>924885
>>Loiter with the outsiders (Talk with Dan, Graive or Doc Floofers)
Have a chat with Dan.

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Shill stuff:

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Last time:
Two sites were removed from the face of the Earth.
We discovered James used to have anxiety attacks as he took one for first time in years.
We then had a discussion with the director before asking C45513 to sow some discord via text.

> Welcome back to the control room

Hopefully a decent turnout will make sure we get through this ritual today/tonight.

Stay with the cabin. We need to monitor the virgin and we don't want to mess with everything too much lest the scholar and dragon catch on.

>>923655
>stay with the cabin

If things get too frisky, have demo pop the dragon with something. A nice loud dragon roar should put a stop to any fucking.

Why did this science require genocidal and cruel tendencies

>No named test subject in non-descript lab
>You are guinnipig for tons of weird expirements
>One of them makes you (Insert personallity here)
>A few tests later (possibly gaining or losing status effects along the way
>Every other subject has been vaporized
>We have used up this subject throw him/her in the thing
>Perfect configuration after tons of testing so you dont die
>Your "Happy place" through all the tests was when you were young playing (insert game here)
>The thing scans your head
>It creates said dimension based from the memory you had of (game)
>Boom you are in (game )now with a valid reason for being cruel and twisted in the head

>>931279
>One of the tests make you "brilliant"

I didn't read that part

>>930450
>the chapel where your former fiance got cold feet?

>>930450
>your high school?

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>>930450

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RULES
4000 Life Points
First turn draw
Field spells don't destroy each other
Monsters without flip effects are summoned in face up defence position instead of set
During the protagonists turn he will play cards/ perform actions that get posted
There is no list of cards in his hand you must choose from, you can choose any card
Cards that don't fit the FIRE theme of the protagonists deck or OP cards cost fate points

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"Looks like you passed my little test Anon, you can expect another shadow game in the near future but for now it's time to wake up"

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>>928652
“It certainly is possible,” Rossweisse acknowledges in a similarly low tone. “The MS-18E was specifically designed to be smuggled behind Federation lines in parts.”

“Are you saying he's piloting a Kämpfer?” you ask incredulously. “You know, that'd sound crazy if it didn't make so much sense.”

The real question in your mind is not whether your mystery man could have smuggled a mobile weapon into Von Braun and gotten it working... you've seen a man restore a massive mobile armor here with none of his neighbors ever the wiser, so a single mobile suit assembled somewhere down in the maintenance levels is absolutely believable. No, the real question is how many mobile suits have been smuggled in on that mystery man's orders. It could be one ace custom machine, or it could just as easily be a squad or more. You personally have no doubt that the goal must have been to mount a sufficient force to contest control of the city, so if you had to place a bet you'd say there was at least one squad waiting for orders.

“You're thinking he brought a squad?” Artesia guesses.

You nod grimly. “Doesn't make sense to take that risk exactly once, at least not to us. Especially not if he's proven it can work once.”

“So you really believe his goal was a military buildup?”

“Why else would he smuggle weapons into the city?” Rossweisse asks.

You shrug. “We're not completely sold on this even being Char. There's no theatricality to it, it's not like watching a soap opera at all. Which would be surprising if it were him.”

“My brother does have that tendency, and I do find it strange that he would have waited this long to make his presence public,” Artesia admits quietly to herself. “Is it strange that I was hoping it really was him?”

“He's your brother,” you remind your old friend, “and he disappeared without a word to you. Even if you weren't especially close... no, it's not weird.”

“If it is him we'll know,” Rossweisse reassures Artesia.

“How are you going to handle this?”

>We're going to pay a visit to the Luna Space Defense Forces office, tap their intelligence apparatus.
>We'll arrange to conduct a scan of the lower levels, try and locate their staging area.
>If we make a big enough noise, we may be able to draw him out... the only question is how?
>Other?

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>>928665
>If we make a big enough noise, we may be able to draw him out... the only question is how?

>>928665
>>If we make a big enough noise, we may be able to draw him out... the only question is how?

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“In and out, Kid. No longer than the length of a drink.”

The grey-haired Wolf pats you on the back and smiles as you stand outside the bar. He's always had a strange kind of faith in you.

Kid... your name for the last five years. Formerly Gado Nemoto, you lost your parents in a fire... ballistic fire. Just one of the many casualties of wartime. You miraculously survived, escaping the wreckage, but it was a solid week before you were taken off the streets. A wandering mercenary group found you, their leader taking pity, and decided to take you along with them. Even at eight years old, you were hesitant. But what else could you do? Where else could you go? You took a chance on the grey-haired Wolf that wanted to raise you. And that was how you became a member of The Beasts of Fortune.

Of course, they didn't just let you join the mercenary group right then. You were eight years old and had never handled a weapon. No, they spent the last four years training you up before Wolf even felt remotely comfortable with you holding a gun or a sword. Sure, you were always tall for your age, and by puberty you had already managed to cut a somewhat imposing figure, but you were still just a kid no matter how you looked. You needed training in the ways of the blade and the ways of the... filling people with lead. To their surprise, you took well to both, and by age twelve, you were considered more than capable to hold your own during assignments. You went from being the group's shared child to a proper member... though they still call you Kid. Sure, the group goes by animal naming convention, and sure a kid is a type of animal... but you still know how they see you.

You make your way to the entrance of the bar, as you are stopped by the man out front. “Hang on,” he mutters. “No underage kids allow-”

The man stops in his tracks as Bear, the largest of your companions, simply stares at him. “Uhh... you know what? Go on ahead, just don't buy anything,” the man clears his throat, worried for his own life.

You step inside the seedy tavern, and even the music inside gives a vague air of tension. The bar lies close to the borders between the Rubi and Safaia regions. The patrons are a mix of the Rubi people, and their recent invaders. In the corner, a small patrol of Safaia soldiers, proudly displaying their allegiance to Zenko Ugaki. All it takes is one wrong word or a look in the wrong direction, and things will kick off. Of course, things kicking off is your intention. That patrol is your target.

Wolf makes his way to the bar and orders a drink. That's the signal to the rest of the group to move as fast as you can... if you aren't finished the task by the time he finishes his drink, he's gonna be real disappointed.

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“Head up, stay alert,” Pony whispers in your ear. One of the team's snipers, Pony earned his name from a rather simple place... he's pretty and all the women want a ride. And he's never been shy about his popularity with the opposite sex. Almost all his free time is consumed by it, yet when he's in the field he's an out-and-out professional.

“I think we should engage firing right away,” Weasel adds. Always the coward of the group, Weasel also earned his name for being jittery and hyperactive. “Think about it, guys. I know we have the whole duty to engage them, but we can just draw our weapons here, bing bang boom, they're gone!”

“Shut up, you'll draw attention to us,” the other sniper Snake is clear to point out. “Besides, we're not here to start the fight. Our client hired us to intimidate the soldiers, and only resort to violence if they draw their weapons first. You never betray your client.”

Those words mean a lot to Snake, considering the client is the one person he won't betray. Snake is even newer to the crew than you are, though he's much more experienced. He turned his back on a rival mercenary crew, even taking out some of their members, in order to join Wolf. Hence his own name, one he often takes umbrage with. While you can laugh off your demeaning name, you can see that it clearly bothers Snake.

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Your group make their way over to the table of Safaia soldiers, as Pony takes the lead in addressing them. “You people are part of the battalion lead by General Aoki, aren't you?”

“Yes,” one of the soldiers answer. “We work under the general, and in the name of the great leader Zenko Ugaki!”

“Alright, calm the patriotism pal,” Weasel remarks. “We really don't give a crap.”

“And just who do you think you are?” the soldier asks.

“We're here to tell you to stop harassing the Rubi villagers,” Pony explains. “Countless instances of you and your patrols attacking innocents, stealing from the poor and starving, and worst of all, burning the houses of innocent families. Killing innocent men, women and children. This is already an unjust battle, but there stands nothing more unjust than that. It ends now.”

The soldier scoffs. “And you're going to make us? What are you, some kind of freedom fighter?”

“No. We're good men, nothing more.”

The soldier rises from his chair, and throws the first punch. Things kick off from there, and as the enraged Bear gets involved, things get very bloody, very quickly. A knife to the jugular and a snapped neck later, and Bear has taken out two soldiers within a couple seconds. Weasel goes to hit one below the belt, neglecting their armour and getting a smack across the face for it, leaving Snake to pick up the slack. While pony throws the first soldier across the bar, another comes rushing towards you. It's close quarters, so firing off a gun could be dangerous, could hurt civilians... so you go for your sword instead, drawing the long blade and readying it for the fight to come.