- Location
- Internet
[x] Send it to R&D
World On Fire: Shadow Ops [a Fantasy WWII Quest]
- Thread starter Zoosmell
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A Step Away From Paradise Pt. XVIII
Zoosmell
Blind Idiot Arcana
- Location
- Kansas
[><] Hey! You! Feed the machine!
As much as you very much do not trust certain aspects of spookdom with a mind control gun, however shitty - and boy, isn't that an ironic thought! - you do know one person in the US Army's Research and Development who you... mostly trust with it. At least he doesn't seem like the type of spook who would do any sort of comic book villainy with it.
The next morning, after packaging up the gun as securely (and as inertly) as you can, you make a phone call with a device that looks older than you and possibly your parents - you're not quite sure on the latter, but you're absolutely certain on the former. Fortunately, the man you're looking for picks up.
"Milo Fox? This is Captain Saitou-Williams. Got something I want you to look at - where do I mail it to ya?"
Pen and paper in hand, you quickly write down the address he gives you. It's not his actual address, of course - being Californian yourself, you recognize the California address by what it is - a county road in the middle of nowhere, but with enough numbers and names on it to make it seem like a street address - but you've no doubt it's closely monitored.
You hang up, fill out the mailing address on the package you put the mind control gun, and put it in with all the other outgoing mail.
I was gonna make a joke about the Hope Diamond being shipped by regular US mail but that happened in the 50s
As you're going to get breakfast, you hear a knock on the door of the room you've commandeered as an office. It's Ethel.
"Shizuko?" she asks. "You, uh, might want to see this." The simple fact that she sounds so unsure catches your undivided attention.
A few minutes later, the two of you are out in front of the frontline.
What used to be the front line.
The sight before you is so unexpected as to be called truly bizarre.
Oh come on - Candid Camera started in 1947? Allen Funt served the whole war in Oklahoma?
Two Japanese officers approach, one with a white flag. At least you're certain they're just wanting to parlay, and the world has not fallen out of orbit to spiral into the Sun. The one with the flag is a mere lieutenant, but the other one is the same rank as you, and so is no doubt in charge of this detachment. He also looks like he should be working as an enforcer for the Mafia. The sort that just grabs people's heads and squishes them like an overripe tomato.
You stop about four meters apart, staring each other down.
[ ] Be Polite
[ ] Be Professional
[ ] Cut to the chaseHave a plan to kill everyone you meet
As much as you very much do not trust certain aspects of spookdom with a mind control gun, however shitty - and boy, isn't that an ironic thought! - you do know one person in the US Army's Research and Development who you... mostly trust with it. At least he doesn't seem like the type of spook who would do any sort of comic book villainy with it.
The next morning, after packaging up the gun as securely (and as inertly) as you can, you make a phone call with a device that looks older than you and possibly your parents - you're not quite sure on the latter, but you're absolutely certain on the former. Fortunately, the man you're looking for picks up.
"Milo Fox? This is Captain Saitou-Williams. Got something I want you to look at - where do I mail it to ya?"
Pen and paper in hand, you quickly write down the address he gives you. It's not his actual address, of course - being Californian yourself, you recognize the California address by what it is - a county road in the middle of nowhere, but with enough numbers and names on it to make it seem like a street address - but you've no doubt it's closely monitored.
You hang up, fill out the mailing address on the package you put the mind control gun, and put it in with all the other outgoing mail.
I was gonna make a joke about the Hope Diamond being shipped by regular US mail but that happened in the 50s
As you're going to get breakfast, you hear a knock on the door of the room you've commandeered as an office. It's Ethel.
"Shizuko?" she asks. "You, uh, might want to see this." The simple fact that she sounds so unsure catches your undivided attention.
A few minutes later, the two of you are out in front of the frontline.
What used to be the front line.
The sight before you is so unexpected as to be called truly bizarre.
Oh come on - Candid Camera started in 1947? Allen Funt served the whole war in Oklahoma?
Two Japanese officers approach, one with a white flag. At least you're certain they're just wanting to parlay, and the world has not fallen out of orbit to spiral into the Sun. The one with the flag is a mere lieutenant, but the other one is the same rank as you, and so is no doubt in charge of this detachment. He also looks like he should be working as an enforcer for the Mafia. The sort that just grabs people's heads and squishes them like an overripe tomato.
You stop about four meters apart, staring each other down.
[ ] Be Polite
[ ] Be Professional
[ ] Cut to the chase
- Location
- USA
[x] Be Professional
Politeness is mainly for diplomats.
Politeness is mainly for diplomats.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Yeah, no shit.
That's something, at least.
Milo! Long time no hear!
Heh.
Well, that's random bit of trivia.
...I'm sorry, what?
[X] Be Professional
- Location
- United States
[X] Be Professional
Well, time to see what the IJA wants. I don't imagine they expect us to surrender?
Well, time to see what the IJA wants. I don't imagine they expect us to surrender?
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Shizuka: "We accept your surrender!"
- Location
- Internet
[X] Be Professional
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Be Professional
this feels like a trap, but the alternative is a war crime
this feels like a trap, but the alternative is a war crime
[X] Cut to the chase
- Location
- Dethklok
[X] Be Professional
well, at least we have to make sure the other soldiers are still keeping careful watch of the rest of the perimeter and aren't just looking at the delegation
well, at least we have to make sure the other soldiers are still keeping careful watch of the rest of the perimeter and aren't just looking at the delegation
- Location
- Singapore
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Be Professional
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A Step Away From Paradise Pt. XIX
Zoosmell
Blind Idiot Arcana
- Location
- Kansas
[ ] Be Professional
As much as you'd love to dish out a bit of vicious mockery, your profession takes precedent, as does the potential to render it obsolete, however temporarily. And who knows, if this goes well, it might result in more Japanese officers being willing to negotiate terms besides "unconditional surrender" or "complete extermination".
And maybe Packards will sell for $600, but it's nice to be optimistic.
Up close, the Japanese captain looks even more like a tough than he did at a distance. A few scars here and there, but the real attention-getter is being what must be seven feet and the build of two Joe Louises put together. No facial hair, and what's on his head is close-cut, but his eyebrows seem to be taking up the slack through sheer effort.
"I am Captain Shizuko Saitou-Williams, United States Army Air Corps, and commander of the Allied forces gathered here. To whom do I owe the... pleasure?"
He snorts, and you are reminded of a bull that hasn't worked up the effort to rage just yet. An eyebrow goes up. The rest of your conversation is in Japanese - both of you, oddly enough, speak in a Kyushu dialect - his from Saga, if you had to guess.
"And here I thought they'd send a translator." He mutters something to the effect of 'Yanks must be mad to send a Japanese to China' but plows right on.
"I am Captain Hideyoshi Takeyama, Imperial Japanese Army. I combine the picked gang of idiots you see behind me," he says, gesturing wit his head at the picked gang of idiots. "Command was skeptical of the whole thing. Only now I find out why, after the bunch of limp-dicked scientists they forced me to drag along finally validated their existence. And invalidated our presence here."
"You're... having a parlay just to tell me you're pulling out?"
"Not exactly," he says, putting his hands on his belt. "I just don't much like killin' for no reason." He seems to inflate himself up for a rant, then sighs. "Dumbasses sent me all the way out here to the middle of nowhere based on a rumor - Shangri-La holds the key to a sort of immortality, or at least longevity, and food grown from its soil can heal any wound."
He snorts again. "Fuckers who wrote the rumor left out that it only works if the soil stays in Shangri-La. I'm certainly not going to stick around defending a strategically useless crack in the ass-end of China, and the boss agrees, for once." He meets your eyes, and yours follow his hand over to the sword at his hip.
"That said... I can't exactly leave a place behind without a good mountain of Western corpses, now can i?" Your hand immediately snaps to your own sword. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice his troops backing away, though they all have their guns out. And most of them seem to have scopes, if the shine on them is anything to go by.
"Telling someone you're going to kill them before you actually do? What are you, a samurai?"
He laughs, drawing his sword. "Nah, I'm just an old man who thinks you youngsters could learn a few lessons in manners."
As much as you'd love to dish out a bit of vicious mockery, your profession takes precedent, as does the potential to render it obsolete, however temporarily. And who knows, if this goes well, it might result in more Japanese officers being willing to negotiate terms besides "unconditional surrender" or "complete extermination".
And maybe Packards will sell for $600, but it's nice to be optimistic.
Up close, the Japanese captain looks even more like a tough than he did at a distance. A few scars here and there, but the real attention-getter is being what must be seven feet and the build of two Joe Louises put together. No facial hair, and what's on his head is close-cut, but his eyebrows seem to be taking up the slack through sheer effort.
"I am Captain Shizuko Saitou-Williams, United States Army Air Corps, and commander of the Allied forces gathered here. To whom do I owe the... pleasure?"
He snorts, and you are reminded of a bull that hasn't worked up the effort to rage just yet. An eyebrow goes up. The rest of your conversation is in Japanese - both of you, oddly enough, speak in a Kyushu dialect - his from Saga, if you had to guess.
"And here I thought they'd send a translator." He mutters something to the effect of 'Yanks must be mad to send a Japanese to China' but plows right on.
"I am Captain Hideyoshi Takeyama, Imperial Japanese Army. I combine the picked gang of idiots you see behind me," he says, gesturing wit his head at the picked gang of idiots. "Command was skeptical of the whole thing. Only now I find out why, after the bunch of limp-dicked scientists they forced me to drag along finally validated their existence. And invalidated our presence here."
"You're... having a parlay just to tell me you're pulling out?"
"Not exactly," he says, putting his hands on his belt. "I just don't much like killin' for no reason." He seems to inflate himself up for a rant, then sighs. "Dumbasses sent me all the way out here to the middle of nowhere based on a rumor - Shangri-La holds the key to a sort of immortality, or at least longevity, and food grown from its soil can heal any wound."
He snorts again. "Fuckers who wrote the rumor left out that it only works if the soil stays in Shangri-La. I'm certainly not going to stick around defending a strategically useless crack in the ass-end of China, and the boss agrees, for once." He meets your eyes, and yours follow his hand over to the sword at his hip.
"That said... I can't exactly leave a place behind without a good mountain of Western corpses, now can i?" Your hand immediately snaps to your own sword. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice his troops backing away, though they all have their guns out. And most of them seem to have scopes, if the shine on them is anything to go by.
"Telling someone you're going to kill them before you actually do? What are you, a samurai?"
He laughs, drawing his sword. "Nah, I'm just an old man who thinks you youngsters could learn a few lessons in manners."
BOSS:
IMPERIAL JAPANESE ARMY
108TH SPECIAL RAIDING (ONMYOJI) BRIGADE
CAPTAIN
TAKEYAMA HIDEYOSHI (武山 秀良)
No votes yet, I'll give a day for question-asking then start the plan vote.IMPERIAL JAPANESE ARMY
108TH SPECIAL RAIDING (ONMYOJI) BRIGADE
CAPTAIN
TAKEYAMA HIDEYOSHI (武山 秀良)
- Location
- United States
Well, let's hope this battle goes better than the last one, where we were basically just fishing for an inevitable crit-fail.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
He thicc bricc.
Oh?
No wonder they're no longer interested.
Guess pride is good enough reason for him to kill. And FTFY.
And here comes a boss battle. Guess we'll be facing Mr. Captain while rest of our team and defenders deal with his forces.
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- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
God damn it, really should have seen the perfidy coming.
Zoosmell
Blind Idiot Arcana
- Location
- Kansas
Technically, a white flag only means you want to talk, not necessarily that you want to surrender.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Using it to conduct a tactical advance does still fall squarely into the war crimes zone.
- Location
- Dethklok
What's one more war crime for the Imperial Japanese Army?
And if we're lucky we'll deliver the punishment right away