Prologue: Last Day in Outer Heaven
"Frontline combat is going to be suicide for us...
"Frontline combat is going to be suicide for us...
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Well, he's not wrong."Frontline combat is going to be suicide for us despite our tech lead due to numbers alone. The most we'll be able to effectively fight against and win with a conventional force would be an over strength company comprised of infantry and tanks."
I see an Atlantis The Lost Empire reference, don't know the middle one, and the last one's Valk.*Jesus Christ Cookie, can you hurry the fuck up with my ammo!? We've got a five to six fucking hour long drive ahead of us and we're already fucking late!*
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"I'm bringing someone home."
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"That is why we… no.
I.
I will fight for you, Gallia."
Snake mistakes Isara for Kaz? Makes an unfortunate amount of sense."That's a nice dream, isn't it Kaz?" Snake chuckles fondly, reaching for the sun with his remaining hand, playing with the beams of light shining down from the sky.
Isara's eyes widen, looking up at the both of us as we lay splayed out against the deck of Mother Base
"Yeah Boss. A place where everyone is needed? Sounds like a real heaven. Something impossible." He spits a bloody wad of phlegm to the side and rises, once again coming into that stance.
But we will be, one day."Yeah." I look up into the sky.
A minute later the thunder clouds roll in and the rain begins to pour.
I stay there staring at the heavens, reaching out with a hand to grip the intangible.
Another minute passes by and I slowly lower my arm and turn to walk to the Command Center while shaking my head.
Not yet.
We're not there yet.
Not gonna lie, it's a well-done adaptation of the fancomic, but I find myself wishing there was a bit... more.Ah.
Yes, I remember now
Blood still oozing from the many holes in my legs, I reach down, picking out a cigar covered in my own dark life fluids, lighting t up in a long practiced motion.
It takes a few tries for me to work the zippo. Fingers numb and unresponsive.
And then my radio scratches to life, the voice of an old friend filling the heavy air.
My eyes closed and the cigar held between my lips dropped into the puddle of blood leaking from my many wounds.
And with a soft sigh, the last breath I would ever take, I exhaled-
Aaaaaaand Venom now has the knowledge of the first quest.-because the stench of an unwashed body, the cloying scent of gunpowder, and the ever present tang of blood nearly gagged my throat…
What…?
And we need to make a miracle happen again.When my eyes opened again I was standing over the pale, glassy eyed body of a girl still barely clinging to life.
From my hands, the bomb that was just removed from Paz's stomach was plucked by…
The gloved hands of an old friend.
You're a Medic Venom. A doctor, a surgeon.I've done this before. In a dream within a dream.
My body moves on it's own without command. A passenger in trapped within an oh so familiar and regretful memory.
But it's different.
Something is strange.
But it doesn't feel wrong.
Of course this is going to be hard for you. You joined this job to save lives, to bring people back home in some living shape. You don't do this out of some sick enjoyment of inflicting pain or surgical operations.Paz struggles, hoarsely screaming even after her voice dies out to a silent, pained screech when my hands move automatically, searching for the second bomb that I know is there.
The sensation of plastic rubs against my gloved finger tips and I go deeper, carefully pulling the explosive out despite the urgency telling me that I need to be faster.
There was never time for anesthetic. The most I could do from the poor girl who had sacrificed herself to save us and spit in the eye of Skull Face was lubricate my hand with her own blood.
Even in within an impossible dream I hurt the people I'm trying to save.
SO MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN LEGEND AND TELL THE HUMAN BODY ITS YOUR BITCH!Even when the second bomb is retrieved and disposed of over the ocean, I know that the likelihood of Paz surviving the night is slim to none.
I didn't need to see the lack of kidneys when I cut her gut open to remember that they'd been taken out prior to Snake's recovery of the tortured young woman.
Even if we could get her on the dialysis machine back at Mother Base, the combination of malnutrition, infection, and previous trauma to the body would all but seal her fate.
Pacifica Ocean would die.
It would take a miracle, an act of God to save her. I knew this.
But my hands moved anyway, both the right and non prosthetic left doing their best to keep her stable within Morpho's helicopter.
Because that's who you are, even as Big Boss's duplicate. A man who saves lives with his own two hands.Even after XOF landed at Mother Base uncontested due to Emmerich's betrayal. Even through the staccato of rifle rounds pinging against or digging into the armor of the helicopter, I still tried to save.
Heh. Good to have you back... Ahab.I only stopped holding down the mentally broken girl when that damned helicopter appeared next to us with a XOF operative aiming a missile launcher in our direction.
Time slowed, the familiar sound of my thudding heartbeat and the ringing of my ears overtaking my senses.
His finger depresses against the trigger, causing a bloom of fire to exit in a murderous backblast as the rocket streaked forward like syrup dripping from a bottle onto a plate of pancakes.
Again, my body acted before I could really think. Pushing Paz as far to the back of the helicopter as I could, I moved.
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Hah.
Ha ha.
I guess I'll never reach Outer Heaven after all.
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Don't worry Ishmael. Even if I already know how it all ends, I'll protect you until you turn this nightmare into a dream.
If there's anyone that can change Fate. It's you and me.
Guess character edits can wait. I don't mind.
... not gonna lie, both of those sound cool.While the whispers in the wind have labeled you as all three titles, as Big Boss, how did you historically grow your legend?
- This vote choice represents the most factual account of how Venom Snake operated as the leader of the Diamond Dogs.
- How did you, the player, conduct the majority of your missions leading up to this point in time within TPP. Were you madly giggling with every power drunk bullet that ripped through flailing bodies, or were you a CQC/Tranq maniac that used enough knockout drugs to flood the oceans?
I want this. I want it so badly. I want to live the meme![ ] Enthusiastically: You fultoned everything that could move regardless of whether the personnel, equipment, or supplies you were lifting were immediately useful. You needed to grow strong and grow quickly to better take the fight to where you were needed. While you didn't have much time to train your troops, you made sure you had more than enough people to ensure those who survived would be Diamond Dog material.
It's telling that the middle ground's "Disadvantages" are either an upside or neutral.
- Disadvantages
- There's really nothing special to say.
- A middle ground does have its upsides? (Start with 6 Action Dice)
Geez, we aren't kidding around with the vehicles. Maybe that one character's tank won't be so crazy an addition after all.
- Your Armor units start the game with additional kit options already researched such as an M1 Abrams Tank Platoon having (Anti Infantry) (Anti Armor) (Air Defense), specializations.
... FUCKING WHAT? What the hell kind of carrier did we get? How did we even get it? Why did we even get to keep it?
And here I was, thinking I'd have to low-ball the aircraft for characters. Goodbye IL-28 and C-130, hello Frogfoot and Galaxy.d begin with 3 F-16 Fighter Jets, a C-5 Galaxy super cargo plane, and 5 A-10 Thunderbolts.
Not yet. Wait for the right time.
This seems like a pretty good, straightforward plan, especially the last part, considering there is no such thing as air power in the Valkyria Chronicles setting.
Can't vote until Thursday Afternoon after 3pm PST.Plan metal gear
[X] Hero: You tried to preserve lives when you could, only resorting to lethal options when you had no choice but to do so. Your compassion, valor, and impossible skill cloaked you in the mantle of the Righteous Hero.
[X] Regularly: You took what you wanted when the opportunity presented itself, but you didn't needlessly pad your numbers with an overabundance of chaff. Each man you recruited and the equipment you took are comparable to conventional, elite branches of the world's militaries. That is the standard set to be rightly called a Diamond Dog.
[X] Technological Superiority: War is progress. Without it, humanity would stagnate into 'tried and true' methodologies based upon the last major war.
[X] Experimental: The potency of air power was discovered during World War I and so far there hasn't been a contender. But who knows what can change with the advent of powered armor, infantry scale armored walkers, and more.
"Don't be a quitter, that ragnite is not going to eat itself. After that you have help test the chicken bombs."
- Sometimes your crazy ideas need to go back to the drawing board.
Two words: Carrier. Group.This seems like a pretty good, straightforward plan, especially the last part, considering there is no such thing as air power in the Valkyria Chronicles setting.
The seas don't have to be contested if Diamond Dogs have complete air supremacy, able to put assets anywhere in the world within a day.EDIT: Also, there are no submarines confirmed or denied in the games. Have fun with an unsinkable ship that can out-run anything on the waves.
Considering how the last quest was run, we'll probably get a vote on the location we're dropped into, giving us the opportunity to choose something appropriate.I doubt we'll be dropped in a convenient safe space in which to build up production and resources as well
Voting is closed for a few more hours.
Slight problem: How's that going to protect Mother Base from battleships? We won't have the weapons to sink massive dreadnoughts, we have ground-attack aircraft. With a carrier, no navy can attack mother base without having first neutralized our own fleet.The seas don't have to be contested if Diamond Dogs have complete air supremacy, able to put assets anywhere in the world within a day.
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