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Is Randgriz Burning? (Valkyria Chronicles)

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    • Here's some freewriting I was doing:

    "That's some good work."

    "Sir?" Kris tried to stand, but the ice-cold sludge held her down. Their lieutenant, Frank Dirk, had a warm spot on the engine deck. He was thoroughly enjoying his paperback as he 'observed' the repairs. "Keep it up and you might have some evening left to enjoy before lights out."

    "Fuck," Corporal Gennaro grumbled. "I'm done with this shit. Done!"

    Kris rolled her eyes. "No. No we're not." The tanker could feel the twenty-five kilograms in each track as they dragged the massive steel links across the tank's wheels. She could have sworn they had only moved across one bogie in the last fifteen minutes.

    "Whatever you say, sarge."

    Kris was trying to massage the feeling back into her fingers when she heard metal fatigue, give and break like a twig. Her heart plummeted. "...do I wanna know?"

    "Whoops," he said.

    She cringed, though her voice still had a cheery trill as she said, "You broke the torque wrench."

    "Yep," he said, throwing the warped halves of it into a nearby pile of scrap.

    "Great!"

    Bull Gennaro wiped his hands off on his blue dungarees. "TOE says we need one for road march, eh? Better grab a new one, eh? Right sarge?" Bull's demeanor reminded her of a back-alley Randgriz butcher, except instead of selling hams he had them for fists.

    Her hands were twitching with the thought of the stacks and stacks of paperwork. Kris glowered. "Yeah. Do it." She heard the man plod away from the tank, leaving her with the idling machine and the lieutenant. She saw breath rising from the open driver's hatch - Dai was probably asleep by now. Kris passed the time working sending her negative thoughts at the unruly corporal.

    Her palms were raw by the time she had clamped the tracks together. After a point she didn't feel the sledgehammer ring like a bell as she hammered in pins, track connectors and wedges. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

    Dirk turned from his novel like a tiger examining fresh roadkill. "Granted, Massis."

    Her gloves had stuck to her palms, stained through brown. It stung to flex her fingers. "I'd like to take disciplinary action on Gennaro for destroying army equipment."

    The lieutenant chuckled and set aside his novel. "Why's that, sergeant?"

    "When's the last time Gennaro broke a torque wrench?"

    "This would be the first."

    Kris threw her gloves aside with a grimace. "You don't 'accidentally' snap a torque wrench, sir."

    "Why didn't you call his bluff, sergeant?"

    "Sir," Kris sighed, taken aback. Her lip was twisted downward in a tired place between anger and resignation. "I can't order them get along with me. I was the same way to our replacements."

    "Then don't get along. That's none of my concern," Dirk said flatly. He stabbed his pointer finger toward the horizon, where Kloden was. "Kill enough Imperials and he'll forget about this replacement business real fast. Are you quite done, sergeant?"

    Kris wrenched her boot from the mud. Her limbs were leaden as she carried away the tools, lashing them to the side of the tank. "No, sir. But I am finished with the track repair."
     
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    Edit: Today is just not my day huh?
    Crow threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: RE Total: 2
    2 2
     
    I just have this feeling in my bones that Crow is going to be a karma sink, I just know it.
     
    :C Things will get better Crow!

    Also if anybody has spare time I'd appreciate thoughts on the writing. I'm not sure what people are looking for from my tanker going in.
     
    Huh...and now I am confused, somewhat worried and confused. Not worried because of the tank needing plenty of work, but worried because of the possibility of my tank crew not being used. :(

    Regardless, the show must go on, and I'll throw up a notice roll now for when I get a chance to post.

    Null on the dice, +1 from the bonus vs the DC : success.
    Harbinger threw 4 6-faced dice. Reason: Notice +3 vs DC +2 Total: 15
    5 5 2 2 6 6 2 2
     
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    Crow said:
    Edit: Today is just not my day huh?
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    Random encounter table is random, worry not.

    NephyrisX said:
    Crow is going to be a karma sink
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    That would be a cruel thing to do.

    Harbinger said:
    Huh...and now I am confused, somewhat worried and confused. Not worried because of the tank needing plenty of work, but worried because of the possibility of my tank crew not being used. :(
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    That would be a cruel thing to do.
     
    So I'm probably going to move to introductions sometime tomorrow afternoon. Anyone not there will have to get friendship bombed later.
     
    Wow. Someone has an axe to grind against Darcsen.

    Nevermind that we have a non-insignificant percentage of our Squad be of Darcsen descent.

    EDIT: Poor Crow.
     
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