It also means no one protects you when you get arrested for breaking international treaties.
Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest (No SV, you are the Waifu)
- Thread starter Avalanche
- Start date
- Original
It also means no one protects you when you get arrested for breaking international treaties.
- Location
- Illinois
I'm going to argue with you one last time, and then I would appreciate it if you would provide something constructive -- or, better yet, go get yourself a decent understanding of BAHHSCQ lore.
International law: is UN law. Pakis violated it, UN coerced them into a situation where their military is now part of the UN.
You said: "Anna [had to have gotten her frame at like 8 years old that had to be violating the child soldier laws]"
I said: "[There are no child soldier laws inside of AG territory several thousand miles from closest UN forces.]"
The Third Years are sent to the front sometimes, but Anna & co (16) are first years, so third years are usually 17-19.
You said: "Not being a part of a country... Treaties."
Which is a dumb thing to say, because all common sense & ethics say Anna had no choice, and on top of that who are you going to prosecute for war crimes here? The child who chose to be a soldier under no commander in order to protect her town?
I said: "[Write an omake, read the lore, or please just don't even]."
You... Really need to do one of those things. Please.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ah the price of fame...
Alfa290 - A small thank you
- Location
- Somewhere near L1... I think
Well polished and cared for shoes clicked on the entrance hall floor. The morning sun filtered through the polarized windows that made the east facing wall. The man wearing the aforementioned dress shoes came to a halt and came to attention eight paces from the woman that normally greeted him.
"Good morning ma'am, how is she today?" the man asked as he moved to parade rest.
"Take it easy Clark, no need to be so stiff around here," Parks said with a faint smile as the generally stern master sergeant relaxed. "Let's walk and talk, I'll explain on the way. She's about as well as could be expected. She's eating some food again, but her nightmares seem to be getting worse again. Valkyrie Horn also reacted negatively to the sound of the food cart bumping into the door."
MSG Clark sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his good arm. Nine months and the poor kid was still a nervous wreck. To the staff's credit, they had managed to calm her enough to eat regularly and reduce the number of night terrors the girl was having. "Has she been talking with people at least?"
"A couple yes, she's still suffering from some of the most intense broad spectrum PTSD symptoms I've ever encountered, but we are making progress," Parks said as she keyed the infirmary door. "As usual, I have to ask you to practice radiation discipline with your prostheses."
"She's still in the second from the back?" Clark asked quietly hoping she had managed a move to a new room.
"It's the only place she feels safe," Parks said sadly.
For once, there was a vocal, albeit warbling, response, "C-c-come in." The voice was high pitched and seemed nervous.
"Alright, I'm going to open the door now," Clark said as he smoothly turned the handle and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was significantly better than the last few visits. Inside was a girl who looked about nineteen hugging her knees on her bed. The previous visit still had her trying to hide in a corner from people. "May I sit?" he asked nodding at the stool near the monitoring equipment.
"G-g-go right a-a-ahead ," she stammered out.
Making sure that Rebecca could always see what he was doing, the sergeant moved the stool and sat. "It's nice to finally be able to talk to you Rebecca. I have a present for you, from the men you saved from the AGs and those rebels. Is it okay if I give it to you?"
"Y-y-yes, I wo-o-ould like to see-e-e it..." It was a shame she stutters now, said a tangential thought in the sergeant's head, she had a beautiful singing voice.
"Alright, here it is," Clark said as a withdrew a small journal sized object a pocket in his dress uniform. "It's not much, but the boys put it together to say thank you."
After warily accepting the book, Horn gingerly opened it. Smiling on the inside cover was a picture of the 372nd UN Armored Battalion and its Valkyrie training detachment. On the page were the smiling faces of almost five hundred dead soldiers and eleven dead or horribly injured Valkyries. The emotions the girl had been holding back had found a crack in her dam. Struggling to hold back tears and maintain what little composure she had, Rebecca turned the page to a handwritten thank you from a private she had saved. Next was a picture of a prank that had everyone in stitches for weeks, followed by a thank you from a sergeant. And so it went on, and on with thank yous, pictures, and momentos from her time with the battalion.
Then at the very end was a note. As she read, more and more leaks sprung in the dam until at the very end she couldn't hold it in anymore. The master sergeant was at a bit of a loss when the normally despondent girl suddenly grabbed him in a vice like hug and started bawling her eyes out. Three months later, Rebecca Horn left the infirmary to reclaim her life and make it worth living. In memory of those she had lost.
"Good morning ma'am, how is she today?" the man asked as he moved to parade rest.
"Take it easy Clark, no need to be so stiff around here," Parks said with a faint smile as the generally stern master sergeant relaxed. "Let's walk and talk, I'll explain on the way. She's about as well as could be expected. She's eating some food again, but her nightmares seem to be getting worse again. Valkyrie Horn also reacted negatively to the sound of the food cart bumping into the door."
MSG Clark sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his good arm. Nine months and the poor kid was still a nervous wreck. To the staff's credit, they had managed to calm her enough to eat regularly and reduce the number of night terrors the girl was having. "Has she been talking with people at least?"
"A couple yes, she's still suffering from some of the most intense broad spectrum PTSD symptoms I've ever encountered, but we are making progress," Parks said as she keyed the infirmary door. "As usual, I have to ask you to practice radiation discipline with your prostheses."
"She's still in the second from the back?" Clark asked quietly hoping she had managed a move to a new room.
"It's the only place she feels safe," Parks said sadly.
The master sergeant walked through the mostly quiet infirmary. As he went he slowly flexed and relaxed his robotic arm as some decidedly unpleasant memories threatened a comeback. Once he reached a familiar door he knocked as gently as he could. "Is it okay if I come in?"For once, there was a vocal, albeit warbling, response, "C-c-come in." The voice was high pitched and seemed nervous.
"Alright, I'm going to open the door now," Clark said as he smoothly turned the handle and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was significantly better than the last few visits. Inside was a girl who looked about nineteen hugging her knees on her bed. The previous visit still had her trying to hide in a corner from people. "May I sit?" he asked nodding at the stool near the monitoring equipment.
"G-g-go right a-a-ahead ," she stammered out.
Making sure that Rebecca could always see what he was doing, the sergeant moved the stool and sat. "It's nice to finally be able to talk to you Rebecca. I have a present for you, from the men you saved from the AGs and those rebels. Is it okay if I give it to you?"
"Y-y-yes, I wo-o-ould like to see-e-e it..." It was a shame she stutters now, said a tangential thought in the sergeant's head, she had a beautiful singing voice.
"Alright, here it is," Clark said as a withdrew a small journal sized object a pocket in his dress uniform. "It's not much, but the boys put it together to say thank you."
After warily accepting the book, Horn gingerly opened it. Smiling on the inside cover was a picture of the 372nd UN Armored Battalion and its Valkyrie training detachment. On the page were the smiling faces of almost five hundred dead soldiers and eleven dead or horribly injured Valkyries. The emotions the girl had been holding back had found a crack in her dam. Struggling to hold back tears and maintain what little composure she had, Rebecca turned the page to a handwritten thank you from a private she had saved. Next was a picture of a prank that had everyone in stitches for weeks, followed by a thank you from a sergeant. And so it went on, and on with thank yous, pictures, and momentos from her time with the battalion.
Then at the very end was a note. As she read, more and more leaks sprung in the dam until at the very end she couldn't hold it in anymore. The master sergeant was at a bit of a loss when the normally despondent girl suddenly grabbed him in a vice like hug and started bawling her eyes out. Three months later, Rebecca Horn left the infirmary to reclaim her life and make it worth living. In memory of those she had lost.
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Kaizuki - Godless
- Location
- Illinois
Omake: (SHORT) Godless
Once was a little girl:
In a world post-fall,
She traded her purity
To protect them all.
The enemy came
And she turned them back
But they sent more of the same
To press the attack.
The girl honed her prowess
Toward the heights of mortal skill
And murdered her joyfulness:
On the altar of power laid her kill.
She took from them
To further her cause
She forged makeshift into gem
Her will crafted her claws.
But arrived a time
When she reached a peak
Her domain in strife
And the war ever bleak:
In the hour of dark
She set out alone
She made for their ark
To tear it down stone by stone
At the gate
The beast came forth
A Satan of hate
King of the demons in her north.
She battled with her claws
But mortal she was, they had flaws
It crushed them to dust
Struck out to bury her in crust.
But the little girl
Would not accept her fate
She defied her death, used it as bait
Her enemy vanished with the wave's whirl.
Missing limbs, her will spent
She pressed into the lair
She smashed it all
Crushed everything beyond repair.
She returned to her people
But found them not there
She searched every steeple
But what she found was despair.
It was then that the world vanished
All she saw was gold
A figure stepped forth, her questions were banished
On his head a crown, his position by it told
Quoth he:
I am the god Invictus Sol;
Subjugate of the Titans,
I yet brought about their fall.
You faced your fate
And shattered it with your will
Now feel your reward
Exaltation, the skill beyond skill.
The girl stared at the golden man
And he met her eyes
But her gaze was chilling
And he did something unwise
For when he looked away
She knew her heart spoke true
"This hell-world has no gods, no heaven to answer prayer
Here are only human and devil: then, I condemn you."
The tyrant was caught unawares
As fast as it could his gaze snapped back
But it was already done, he had concluded the affair
The mark of Dawn blazed on a helm of black
Her blade was forged of pure will
And the girl brought it down to make the kill
She put an end to the one
Who had not raised a finger till all was done.
Man gave innumerable prayers to heaven for Salvation
Heaven replied with nothing but death to recompense Man
Then when the girl who survived hell was given Exaltation
The host of heaven fell to Annihilation.
Once was a little girl:
In a world post-fall,
She traded her purity
To protect them all.
The enemy came
And she turned them back
But they sent more of the same
To press the attack.
The girl honed her prowess
Toward the heights of mortal skill
And murdered her joyfulness:
On the altar of power laid her kill.
She took from them
To further her cause
She forged makeshift into gem
Her will crafted her claws.
But arrived a time
When she reached a peak
Her domain in strife
And the war ever bleak:
In the hour of dark
She set out alone
She made for their ark
To tear it down stone by stone
At the gate
The beast came forth
A Satan of hate
King of the demons in her north.
She battled with her claws
But mortal she was, they had flaws
It crushed them to dust
Struck out to bury her in crust.
But the little girl
Would not accept her fate
She defied her death, used it as bait
Her enemy vanished with the wave's whirl.
Missing limbs, her will spent
She pressed into the lair
She smashed it all
Crushed everything beyond repair.
She returned to her people
But found them not there
She searched every steeple
But what she found was despair.
It was then that the world vanished
All she saw was gold
A figure stepped forth, her questions were banished
On his head a crown, his position by it told
Quoth he:
I am the god Invictus Sol;
Subjugate of the Titans,
I yet brought about their fall.
You faced your fate
And shattered it with your will
Now feel your reward
Exaltation, the skill beyond skill.
The girl stared at the golden man
And he met her eyes
But her gaze was chilling
And he did something unwise
For when he looked away
She knew her heart spoke true
"This hell-world has no gods, no heaven to answer prayer
Here are only human and devil: then, I condemn you."
The tyrant was caught unawares
As fast as it could his gaze snapped back
But it was already done, he had concluded the affair
The mark of Dawn blazed on a helm of black
Her blade was forged of pure will
And the girl brought it down to make the kill
She put an end to the one
Who had not raised a finger till all was done.
Man gave innumerable prayers to heaven for Salvation
Heaven replied with nothing but death to recompense Man
Then when the girl who survived hell was given Exaltation
The host of heaven fell to Annihilation.
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- Location
- Illinois
Ugh, I hate that very last line. If somebody can come up with something that sounds decent, please tell me about it.
What? Who... what? I... I'm confused. Is this saying that the price of fame is that she can't be a certain type of alchemical exalt?
What? Who... what? I... I'm confused. Is this saying that the price of fame is that she can't be a certain type of alchemical exalt?
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You missed in its entirety both the nature of the Solar Exaltation and the Unconquered Sun himself.
Adamant Castes aren't the Alchemical's ninja equivalent.
They are the Alchemical's Illuminati equivalent whose goal is ensuring the continued well being of Authochton and preventing Exalted from ruling humanity.
- Location
- Illinois
I'm aware of that. This is not a perfect crossover.
Well, the official stamp for BAHHSCQ is having Senpai post a comment on your omake... But, yeah, I like to think I'm a sort-of big person in this thread. Maybe.
Tornadohunter
Bread-Chan has forsaken us mortals.
- Location
- Woodstock, GA, USA
Senpai notices everything. He just doesn't comment on it. Also you have put so much effort into writing lots of omakes that I would be surprised if someone in this thread didn't know who you are. I'm rereading the posts for the third time this month, and it is still as entertaining as the first time I experienced this quest.
- Location
- Illinois
I wouldn't be that surprised TBH. Although, Avalanche attaching usernames to the omake index probably helps. Now, among the frequent posters, I might have close to 100% recognition. But I think that's almost entirely from me posting a lot in combination with Vae... I think...
And, like, senpai notices everything, but if you look closely this is actually the first time I got a comment out of him XD. Well, with an omake anyway. The moon base stuff was a huge long convo. And the other stuff was stuff.
... Jesus I AM a big poster here aren't I.
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Slith10
Back from the dead and ready to party!
- Location
- New Zealand
Well, that is what happens when you are passionate/enthusiastic about something.
- Location
- Illinois
I guess XD.
Edit to omake, last line:
The host of heaven fell to Annihilation.
Ahhhhh, much better. Imperfect, but much better.
- Location
- Argentina
Does said lore explain how an eight year old girl got a Valkyrie frame in the first place?
- Location
- America
Yes. She built it.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yes? The Valk cores were scattered all over the place with people digging them up and finding them after Impact. Anna found one.
Just read the damn story/Avlanche's posts. Hell all the relevant ones are listed below the omakes.
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Guile
Having a really great time right now
Not SPECIFICALLY where she found it. But one did turn up in her Small Nameless Alaskan Town, and she somehow or other ended up bonding with it.
Slith10
Back from the dead and ready to party!
- Location
- New Zealand
It is kinda like this if I understood the lore right, a Valkyrie has two parts a core and a frame you can usually keep the core but switch out the frame freely. The cores just showed up one day spread all over the place who or what made them we dont know. But humans picked them up and some where compatible and bonded with them.(the 300 being an exception as they seem to have come with the full kit)
Anna found one of these random cores and due to being compatible with it managed to bond with it. Now this means she got access to all the funky space magic stuff but she does not have a frame yet. The frame she made by taking whatever she got her hands on and added from tractors, metal plates, simple weapons and eventually a plane so she could fly. Valkyries being all space magic ensured that the core kept on improving what she added eventually turned into what it is today.
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And the best part is. That Anna wasn't even that compatible with her Core in the first place. She was average at best when she had it. It was constant practice, use, and grueling combat that allowed her to get 100% compatibility.
Ginger Maniac
Subject to Gravity
- Location
- Old Blighty
I believe Avalanche mentioned at one point that, had the Academy been the very first time Anna had worked with a Valkyrie core, she'd have easily been bottom of the class based on her borderline-at-best compatibility.
Turns out, though, that putting a brutally-efficient self-optimising mechanism of war through nearly a decade of constant combat has refined and transformed it and everything it captured and assimilated into the single most lethal piece of hardware in Humanity's arsenal. And its pilot has gone from an adorable innocent nooblet to the triple-hard goddess of the battlefield who forgot how to function away from it that we know and love and want to help.
Turns out, though, that putting a brutally-efficient self-optimising mechanism of war through nearly a decade of constant combat has refined and transformed it and everything it captured and assimilated into the single most lethal piece of hardware in Humanity's arsenal. And its pilot has gone from an adorable innocent nooblet to the triple-hard goddess of the battlefield who forgot how to function away from it that we know and love and want to help.
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Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Also, guess what:
Anna says fuck you to her averageness and limit.
Pink, do yourself a favour and start delving into the lore. It's been explained before, and well.
But then, you seem to be eager to stuff your ears and ignore everything that everyone tells you.