Arrival
Sword of Mars
Magical Girl Aficionado
- Location
- Canada
Edit: fucked up and reused a name that I was already using.
Winning Plan
[X] Plan Tragic Princess
-[x] Former Prime Minister Saizo Sakura and an unknown mistress despite common belief, the Prime Minister wasn't killed during the war. He escaped and lived long enough to (un)fortunately sire you. Your childhood was much better off then most kids born in the ruins of Old Japan. However good things don't last forever and your father died soon after you turned ten to agents of the new 'Temporary' military government in Osaka with what was left of your fathers security detail sacrificing themselves for your escape.
-[x] You found companionship. When you were twelve you found a girl half your age alone in the world. You took pity on them for a while, and like a particularly determined fungus she grew on you. Times were harsh, you often had to go without to care for your new charge. But to see that girl smile that kept you going you'd do anything for your pseudo-daughter. It kept you sane in a world gone mad.
-[x] A local warlord was interested in you and constantly sent people to fuck you over. There was many close calls, it taught you many valuable lessons but it also left you damaged. There are grotesque scars of battle littering your body but the most prolific ones were on your mind. You have enough hate to kill.
-[x] You were being hunted by someone who clearly outmatched you. They were closing in on your hiding spot and you would have died but this old guy came out took their attention and left. Despite the distance you could clearly hear him. 'I'd run if I were you Shield Hero, people need you still'. You were left with so many questions, but you resolved not to make light of the mans sacrifice even if you had no idea what he was talking about at the time.
-[x] You died during the second week. After the first few battles you and the other conscripts were finally introduced to the rest of the 'soldiery' as equals to strengthen loyalty we were bribed with all manners of Old World luxury from cigars to fancy wine. It worked well for what it was, even you weren't immune to the tactics they used to ensure your service. Morale was high and the counter attack started off well. Unfortunately your squad leader made the wrong call to keep pushing further than was reasonably safe or planned and accidentally landed you in front of a machine gun nest that crippled you, and then you were unceremoniously executed by a clean up crew.
You hated most of the people in your 'army'. It was full of local fuckheads. The bad blood between you and some of the Warlords here could fill a river, and the feeling was mutual considering the amount of missions your squad were thrown into. Luckily the Warlord in control of you was smart enough to figure out that you probably have the best eyes in the country instead of just having you thrown into the meat grinder. The whiplash from 'disposable trash' to 'mission critical operative' was immense, instead of slop you got decent rations, booze and fucking cubans. They were bribing you to work with them and were likely trying to recruit you as some sort of retainer in the future.
You were still going to desert though, or at least you were going to anyway. But the Warlord from Chiba, Takami promised anything he could provide and that made you hesitate, your daughter Saki. She needed to be protected and you were positive you weren't up for the task by yourself but with a warlord behind you? You could accept that, so you viciously ripped a agreement from him with your politician skills you got from father. You're not worried about him fucking you over, Warlords like him function entirely off of promises like these, and if he betrayed you even after your death then his other 'vassals' will descend on him like rabid wolves. It's not an ironclad thing, but it's the best you're probably going to get anywhere this side of Japan for protection for your daughter Saki.
You weren't good enough for her anyway. You couldn't protect her or yourself when that bastard Aoi decided to move in on your side of Tokyo with his operatives. While you broke him for the grief he ended up causing you, it showed you the reality of the world. You would've died if it wasn't for the sacrifice for that old man, and Saki would've died alone somewhere at the mercy of Aoi. You weren't sure you'd last the trip to the nearest place to resupply outside of Tokyo that wasn't occupied so in reality you're fucked anyway.
So it wasn't a real surprise that you've found yourself crippled and broken on the street. Your dickhead squad leader ignored your fucking perfectly sound advice to hold our current position and in a bid for personal glory brought us in front of a machine gun nest. It was... An interesting feeling to feel what was left of your lungs wretch themselves from your mouth as you slowly suffocate. You're silently patting yourself on the back and you feel stupid, you're fucking dying. Get the fuck up idiot, we're not done. There's a kid that needs your dumb ass so get up.
Get up. Come on, you can do that much can't you? Please get up, I'm not ready yet.
Get Up.
You clench your fists and with pure will power start to feebly get away, it was pointless you knew but you wanted what you always did, to survive and to see her smile again one last time. You made it around six meters before being blasted apart by the machine gun.
First thing you realized when you died was that shit was fucked. First of all, you felt not dead. Like, you have your limbs, your lungs aren't splattered all over the ground and lets just stop right there. Other oddities was not only were you repaired but your clothing was as well. You were wearing cheap military fatigues completely ripping off the JSDF or maybe just redyed uniforms with the shitty Five Warlord Alliance acronym on it. Did fuck all to protect you but it was identifiable so you didn't shoot the fuck out of each other by accident. Hell, you didn't even have your blood on it, it looked cleaner than when it was given to you. Second thing, your Junkgun is missing, not a big loss but you sorta need that to kill things at range thanks.
Third thing, you have a big fuck off shield on your arm straight out of a picture book and... Wait a motherfucking minute right this second.
This was the fucking Shield Hero thing Old Guy was talking about wasn't it? Then who the fuck are these guys? Before you can ponder more a... Cultist? Priest? Someone speaks up.
"Welcome four heroes, please save our world"
What the fuck?
[X] Nah, no way. Fuck off I'm out of here.
[X] You'll play along for now, test the waters and learn just what the fuck just happened.
[X] Old Man would've wanted you to at least hear them out you owe it to his sacrifice to play hero for a little while.
Winning Plan
[X] Plan Tragic Princess
-[x] Former Prime Minister Saizo Sakura and an unknown mistress despite common belief, the Prime Minister wasn't killed during the war. He escaped and lived long enough to (un)fortunately sire you. Your childhood was much better off then most kids born in the ruins of Old Japan. However good things don't last forever and your father died soon after you turned ten to agents of the new 'Temporary' military government in Osaka with what was left of your fathers security detail sacrificing themselves for your escape.
-[x] You found companionship. When you were twelve you found a girl half your age alone in the world. You took pity on them for a while, and like a particularly determined fungus she grew on you. Times were harsh, you often had to go without to care for your new charge. But to see that girl smile that kept you going you'd do anything for your pseudo-daughter. It kept you sane in a world gone mad.
-[x] A local warlord was interested in you and constantly sent people to fuck you over. There was many close calls, it taught you many valuable lessons but it also left you damaged. There are grotesque scars of battle littering your body but the most prolific ones were on your mind. You have enough hate to kill.
-[x] You were being hunted by someone who clearly outmatched you. They were closing in on your hiding spot and you would have died but this old guy came out took their attention and left. Despite the distance you could clearly hear him. 'I'd run if I were you Shield Hero, people need you still'. You were left with so many questions, but you resolved not to make light of the mans sacrifice even if you had no idea what he was talking about at the time.
-[x] You died during the second week. After the first few battles you and the other conscripts were finally introduced to the rest of the 'soldiery' as equals to strengthen loyalty we were bribed with all manners of Old World luxury from cigars to fancy wine. It worked well for what it was, even you weren't immune to the tactics they used to ensure your service. Morale was high and the counter attack started off well. Unfortunately your squad leader made the wrong call to keep pushing further than was reasonably safe or planned and accidentally landed you in front of a machine gun nest that crippled you, and then you were unceremoniously executed by a clean up crew.
You hated most of the people in your 'army'. It was full of local fuckheads. The bad blood between you and some of the Warlords here could fill a river, and the feeling was mutual considering the amount of missions your squad were thrown into. Luckily the Warlord in control of you was smart enough to figure out that you probably have the best eyes in the country instead of just having you thrown into the meat grinder. The whiplash from 'disposable trash' to 'mission critical operative' was immense, instead of slop you got decent rations, booze and fucking cubans. They were bribing you to work with them and were likely trying to recruit you as some sort of retainer in the future.
You were still going to desert though, or at least you were going to anyway. But the Warlord from Chiba, Takami promised anything he could provide and that made you hesitate, your daughter Saki. She needed to be protected and you were positive you weren't up for the task by yourself but with a warlord behind you? You could accept that, so you viciously ripped a agreement from him with your politician skills you got from father. You're not worried about him fucking you over, Warlords like him function entirely off of promises like these, and if he betrayed you even after your death then his other 'vassals' will descend on him like rabid wolves. It's not an ironclad thing, but it's the best you're probably going to get anywhere this side of Japan for protection for your daughter Saki.
You weren't good enough for her anyway. You couldn't protect her or yourself when that bastard Aoi decided to move in on your side of Tokyo with his operatives. While you broke him for the grief he ended up causing you, it showed you the reality of the world. You would've died if it wasn't for the sacrifice for that old man, and Saki would've died alone somewhere at the mercy of Aoi. You weren't sure you'd last the trip to the nearest place to resupply outside of Tokyo that wasn't occupied so in reality you're fucked anyway.
So it wasn't a real surprise that you've found yourself crippled and broken on the street. Your dickhead squad leader ignored your fucking perfectly sound advice to hold our current position and in a bid for personal glory brought us in front of a machine gun nest. It was... An interesting feeling to feel what was left of your lungs wretch themselves from your mouth as you slowly suffocate. You're silently patting yourself on the back and you feel stupid, you're fucking dying. Get the fuck up idiot, we're not done. There's a kid that needs your dumb ass so get up.
Get up. Come on, you can do that much can't you? Please get up, I'm not ready yet.
Get Up.
You clench your fists and with pure will power start to feebly get away, it was pointless you knew but you wanted what you always did, to survive and to see her smile again one last time. You made it around six meters before being blasted apart by the machine gun.
First thing you realized when you died was that shit was fucked. First of all, you felt not dead. Like, you have your limbs, your lungs aren't splattered all over the ground and lets just stop right there. Other oddities was not only were you repaired but your clothing was as well. You were wearing cheap military fatigues completely ripping off the JSDF or maybe just redyed uniforms with the shitty Five Warlord Alliance acronym on it. Did fuck all to protect you but it was identifiable so you didn't shoot the fuck out of each other by accident. Hell, you didn't even have your blood on it, it looked cleaner than when it was given to you. Second thing, your Junkgun is missing, not a big loss but you sorta need that to kill things at range thanks.
Third thing, you have a big fuck off shield on your arm straight out of a picture book and... Wait a motherfucking minute right this second.
This was the fucking Shield Hero thing Old Guy was talking about wasn't it? Then who the fuck are these guys? Before you can ponder more a... Cultist? Priest? Someone speaks up.
"Welcome four heroes, please save our world"
What the fuck?
[X] Nah, no way. Fuck off I'm out of here.
[X] You'll play along for now, test the waters and learn just what the fuck just happened.
[X] Old Man would've wanted you to at least hear them out you owe it to his sacrifice to play hero for a little while.
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