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Codex Entry: [The White Army] had been opened
"You will hear thunder and remember me
And think: She want storm
The sky will be the colour of hard crimson
You heart, as it is then, will be on fire"
When the entire world are against you, few are willing to fight for their vanity. The White Army is a force under authority of the new Mantle, lead by former general James Ironwood and other close comrades, chief of which includes notorious names like Specialist Winter and Ace Operatives who deserted from the SDC shortly after the rebellion started
What happened with Atlas is a tragedy. But to the world, it's only the beginning of something vastly more terrible
During the after math of the [Crimson Dawn] incident, the technological empire split in two. Those who willingly took arms for the revolution returned to their old root and called themselves the White Army. Those who followed the new imperial regiment established by the newly-crowned Head Mayor of the Atlesian council, Lady Salem, rallied into the Red Army in retaliation
The division on these fronts had caused a rift to appear, separating the Kingdom's territory in two halves. To further differentiate between the forces, people referred the two army's respective territory as "Atlas" (belonging to the Red Army in the Northeast) and "New Mantle" (belonging to the White army in the Southwest).
In this case, Mantle is the former capital of the Kingdom. To use such a name means they have now rejected everything the Kingdom stood for and made their own decisions: To no longer rely on safety through supppression of self-individualism, as their ancestors had did eons ago
Admirable, but ultimately risky
"That day in Atlas, it will all come true,
When, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for
Leaving my shadow still to be with you"
- Anna Makhtova
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I closed the [Codex Entry]. The leather bound book was thrown gently into the table I took a deep breath. The pages fell open to its cover, displaying a single line of numbers
2/80 Codex Entries collected
Okay. Fuck. Things were worse than I thought. Atlas is in a civil war. Vale and Mistral are at each other's throat for some reason. Vacuo and Menagerie are not mentioned. The thing that had me most concerned was how the Red Army's leader is literally Salem
What was the [Crimson Dawn] incident? How does it relate to the current states of affair and how did it escalated into this? My mind can't help but drew parallel from this and the first two World War. One because a Turk died. The other because a Turk didn't die
Holding in another sigh, I withdrew from my position and into the front trench. Officers and soldiers were talking with each other as the sound of vehicles moved in the background could be heard, carrying with it supplies of food and weaponry to provide for us
It has been one week ever since I carried out the anonymous trench-raiding. Since then, our territory were swiftly reclaimed and any attempts at resiege was thoroughly taken care of. The tanks were transported back to Vale for research purpose, while soldiers on the frontline excitedly chat about having an angel sent from God to give blessings upon them
The rumor made my eyes twitch
Angels? God? A load of bullshit. In times of need the only you can rely on is yourself
Yet I kept my mouth shut. I saw no reason to make an attitude and lower my compatriot's morale for the upcoming battles. After days of fatigue from fighting on the trenches they deserve that peace of mind, however false that is
What I need to do now is to decide on my next course of action. I can continue fighting on this front until everyone involved is dead. Or I can find a way to escape this and goes to the countryside.
Choosing the first option means I will die in a lot, and I mean a lot, of painful way. The second option doesn't sound bad as first until you realize the Queen of Grimm is the leader of one of the most militaristic Kingdom at the current and is only being held back by the revolutionary force. If she win, things won't go well for the rest of humanity, assuming there are any left at all
So, option 1, endure some pain and save the world. Option 2, be selfish and wait for the world to end. On one hand, I get to live happily ever after. On the other, I get to live happily a finite amount of time after before regretting my actions
....
*sigh*
"Jaune boy, are you done putting on your pants yet?" I called out to my temporary squadmate. From the more private dug out area a panicked yell sounded, before a half-naked Jaune Arc ran out with his lower body still wearing that abominable thing he called his "comfort outfit"
Who the hell wear a bunny onesie on the trenches?
"Sorry (Y/n). For some reason I can't find my uniform anywhere!" He yelled out as I covered my face in embarrassment. The laughter of fellow soldiers rang out around us, while others only shook their head in pity. Bless them for their understanding
"Do you remember where you put it the last time?" He groaned and covered his face, responding with a negative "Okay, so what about your spare one? Each of us are given two sets of uniform on the field. You can still use them for the time being"
"It's on the reserve trench. Can you find it for me while I dig myself a hole to hide in embarrassment?" As if to emphasize his point the blonde started eyeing the shovel sitting up on the corner with some amount of consideration
Objective created: Traverse to the back trenches to recover Jaune's spare uniform
We're fighting on the frontlines, and I'm doing things only a single mother would do. Maybe this really is my punishment for all the sins I've committed in life
Nonetheless, seeing the other soldiers snickering as they pointed at my cowering partner did eventually make me do it.
In the following week after the breach we were merged into the same unit. Since our previous squad were KIA, I was paired with him. Our roles were to guard another section of the trench, this time a bit far back but still vital to defending the bunker.
Jaune handles medium range engagement with his rifle while I provide support from behind by picking out more distant targets. It works well enough that I don't have anything to complain about. And really, once you get to know each other in the trench you have a certain protectiveness over each other
I walked through other sections of the trench while exchanging casual greetings with others from different unit. Some were from the mortar teams, some have snipers as the majority of their force, while some lives in bunkers in raised positions to man the machine guns. It's really a testament to how well-organized they are despite the massive loss of manpower just the other day
The reclaimed trench were familiar to me now, so it only took me several minutes to pick out the location where they store our equipments. Spotting his clothe by browsing through the dog tags, I soon returned back the way I came
"If the Headquarter heard of this-"
"-nacceptable. We mus-"
Only, I stopped upon hearing those words. Through trained hearing I picked out an ongoing conversation happening nearby. My eyes moved on to a private dug out at an isolated corner on the ground, while my brows soon furrowed
Objective Updated: Listen in on the conversation
Crouching down, I approached the room and silently walked around the post. The door was locked, to which I carefully navigated around the side and squeeze myself through a small opening that just happens to be there
Inside the dugout, I can now see and identify the speakers clearer. Sneaking around the wooden board stairs, I hugged the wall and peeked around the corner
The dim lighting of the candle illuminated the hunched figures of four individuals. Three Seargants and one Seargant First Class from their insignia. My eyes widened as I recognize their features as those from the show
"Cardin. What should we do with these papers?" Russel Thrush held up the stacks of paper. The exact same stack of paper I've delivered after returning from the trench last week. I was puzzled when no change had been made from command, but it seems like someone managed to get their hands on it first
"Burn them. We can't let anyone know of our works" Cardinal ordered as he took a puff from his cigar. Ripping noises filled the room as his assistant Sky and Dove started tearing the paper into small pieces "These things detail our cooperation with the enemy front in exchange for profit. This gets out and command'll be on our ass"
Oh you little-
Before I can make a move, the orange-haired teen took out his lighter and ignited the paperwork on fire. I could only watch with barely restrained fury as all those valuable intel were reduced to ash within mere seconds, leaving behind what could have been something that can saves hundreds, if not thousands of lives on our side
I walked out from my hiding spot. My footsteps echoed in the room, making them turned to me in shock
"Hey, you! This area is restricted to high-ranking officers onl-"
I stabbed my knife through his eyes. Dove screamed as the blade penetrated his brain, going slumped just moments later. They stood still in shock as I pulled out my revolver and shot Sky next, spattering his brains on the wall. I then moved the gun to face Russel, intending to take him out next
Corrupted as they were, both of them proved to be efficient fighters. The next moment I found a mace heading for my body. Cardin's weapon crushed my ribs and I flew back, crashing into the table. Splinters flew through the air as I coughed out a lungful of blood
"Bastard!"
Strong
I found Russel already standing in front of me. His blade moved in a horizontal line, cutting through my throat in a swift motion
And fast
I gurgled. Blood poured from my wound as I slumped against the floor
"That fucker came out of nowhere. He must have overheard our conversation" Now left alone, Cardin cursed "Ah well, we can alway blame it on him" He kicked away his assistant's corpses, but heard nothing in reply
"...."
"Russel?"
He turned around, only to see (Y/n) had stabbed his fellow officer through the heart with his own dagger. The man made small choking noises before falling over, blood pooling out from his fatal wound
"You're too capable compared to normal human" Removing my newly-acquired dagger, I locked eye with the rapidly paling Cardin "Are you perhaps people who have unlocked their Aura?"
His only reply came in the form of a descending mace. However I was prepared this time. My shotgun rang out and hit him square in the chest. As he staggered back, I shoved a grenade in his mouth and kicked Cardin into the other side of the room
"Hmmm, HMMMMM" He choked on the grenade, scratching at his throat to get it out. His face turning blue from the lack of air
I used the other corpse as meat shield. Cardin screamed one last time before the grenade exploded. The explosion swept over the room, burning some parts of my uniform as the body before me was reduced into a chunk of nothingness
When it had died down, I threw over the remains of Sky Lark to see bits and pieces of fleshy organs scattered across the room. Some stuck to the ceiling, others spattered on the wall. I held my breath to get rid of the annoying smell
"Aura...it's one hell of an enhancement" I mused. While it appears that you can still take down Aura users if they're unaware of your attacks, once alerted they become a formidable force of their own. Cardin tanked a slug from my shotgun unharmed and it took a grenade to actually harm him
A scattered page flew down and landed on my lap. I took a look at it, before deciding to store it in my inventory
+Codex Entry: [Aura]
Objective Updated: Escape before anyone notice
The notification alerted me as I tensed up. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I realized the full weight of what I've done as well as the consequence that will come with it should people found me in this situation
It is most likely they will. I've communicated and met a ton of people on my way from the front trench here. They all remember my face, which means in that case I will become the prime suspect for the crime.
The worst part is that I can't justify myself without revealing undesirable secrets to them
I will be branded a traitor for assinating four major Seargants. At worst I would be shot on the spot for my betrayal, at best I will be brought to the headquarter where I will be interrogated for my action. In the heat of the moment I let my temper got the best of me, and now I'm paying the price for it
No. Not like this. I have to get out of here as soon as I can
Urgency filled my mind as I quietly rushed out from the inside. The rush of air leave me blinded for a moment as I covered my eyes, revealing Jaune Arc now with his uniformed changed back to normal. He was looking at me with confusion
"I went after you and saw you entered down there" He tilted his head, eyes narrowing in concern at my burnt outfit "Then I heard an explosion and gunshots coming from below. Are you alright?"
"Listen, Jaune, I've made a grave mistake" I sighed. His eyes widened "Would you believe me if I told you I killed a bunch of corrupted Seargants when I spot them in the middle of discarding valuable intel?"
"What!?"
"Lower your voice. It was done out of my best intention for Vale. I require your help"
The blonde seems to be struggling finding an answer to that. Eventually he steeled himself and looked at me with judging eyes. We made eye contact for several seconds, before he looked away
"What do I do?"
Just like that, he trust me, a stranger he'd barely been acquaintance for no more than a week. I mentally shook my head in disappointment. The Jaune in the series and the Jaune before me are still the same it seems. All the better since I can manipulate him to listen to whatever I said
"Just pretend you've never seen me. The other's no doubt heard the noises and are on their way here. I'm going to sneak away from the back trench while you do your part" I grabbed him by the shoulder and made eye contact to get the point across
"Where will you go?"
"Away" is my only reply, before I bring out a knife and stabbed it in my heart. I heard Jaune gasped in shock st the sight of my dead body, but ignored him as I changed my class to Cavalry through my resurrection
That is because of the three classes [Tanker], [Aviator] and [Cavalry] presented a separate ability compared to their more infantry-focused brethren. Choosing each of these will allow the user to spend their points into summoning powerful vehicles that can help them on the battlefield such as armored tanks, battleship, war horses, or bomber depend on the class chosen
Spawn Vehicle option
Farm Horse (Free)
Drafted Horse (90 points)
Race Horse (120 points)
Armored Horse (600 points)
Cavalry War Horse (800 points)
Atlesian Hunting Wolf (1,200)
Grimm Horse (2,000 points)
Dark Pegasus (Locked)
War Bicorn (Locked)
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A black smudge spread out from the ground in front of me. From it rose up an indiscernible shape which soon assume the appearance of an ungulate creature. Within moment a race horse stood at the ready. It's healthy mane and robust frame proved this creature to be top notch among its kind even with the bland description the system gave me
"Wha-wha- Is that your Semblance?"
A good question. But no
"Sort of" I replied, getting up on it. I made sure to be slow in doing so so as not to upset or scare the horse, but it seems he had already been friendly the moment I summoned him "Tell you what? If you survive on this trench, I'll make sure we meet again later at a peaceful time"
"Promise?"
"Promise" I smiled
The sound of shouting and boots hitting the ground could be heard approaching our position from afar. We exchanged shocked looks. Neither of us expected people to react so fast to what could have been an accidental discharge in disguise
"Stay strong, Jaune boy. And goodbye" I kicked my horse and he neighed in response. Without another word we took off in the opposite direction. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode across the barren wasteland filled with artillery shell. Bullets whizzed by my head as Valean sniper now noticed my apparent escape. It's not that difficult for them to connect my fleeing to the explosion they've just heard coming from the trenches
I ran for days, only taking small break in between to maintain my mount. Eventually pursuit from the trench ceased. Soon enough the frontline was far behind me as I traversed to smaller towns in Vale
Gone were the perpetual clouds of gunpowder. Gone were the stench of blood and dust staining the air. Gone were the sights of guns and knives being polished, of soldiers with grim expressions preparing to participate in what could be their final battle.
Instead they were replaced with fresh air from the countryside and an abundance of greenery. Vegetations, bushes and plants sprout from everywhere in my sights, making me smiled at the peacefulness of it all
The horse slowed down. From a full sprint my mount decelerated down into a small gait, allowing me to finally relax and fully reconsider my situation
Right now, I have nowhere to go. I don't know what to do
I hadn't knew what I should do since the start. I realized. The only thing I've been doing is following the objectives and killing people to earn points and get stronger and kill people to earn points and get stronger. Now without it, I felt...rather wasteful
To desecrate the battlefield is against my Modus Operandi. I cannot earn points for killing enemy soldiers anymore, but circumstances forced me to take such actions. For I know as a soldier, my anonymity is my greatest advantage. People would be willing to do terrible things to get me on their side when they eventually discover my power
Does it matter if they're going to use me for good or for evil? I will be a simple pawn either way. And being controlled by a higher force outside of your control is what I hate the most
In this lawless world of ours, strength reigned supreme
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In this lawless world of ours, strength reigned supreme
How I hate myself for saying that now
In times of war, rural law enforcement becomes lax. It is common knowledge that criminals and bandits alike would take advantage of this situation and prey on the weak of mind.
"This doesn't need to be difficult, pal. Just give us the money and we can all go on our merry way" The bandit leader and his men grinned. They stood among the bushes with their guns trained on me as he stood out in the open front, presenting a vulnerable position in disguise
"And if I say no?"
The clicking of guns in the bushes can be heard and the bandit grinned a feral smile
"Then I hope you like becoming food for the crows. We of the Branwen tribes don't take kindly to animals walking into our territory"
The only thing I have in mind is: Why is the Branwen tribe here on Vale soil instead of Anima? And why would they even bother robbing a poor soldier like me? Surely they don't expect casualties on their side...
"Calm down. If I remember command had just given me my pay for this month" I carefully reached into my pocket with one hand and searched for it "It's not much, but I hope they can satisfy you. Now if only I know where I put it this morning..."
"Ah, there it is"
The next moment, I pulled out my revolver and shot him, the impact causing the bandit to flew back and hit the ground
The cylinder spun thrice as I swiveled my firearm to the side and unload my bullets into the bush, putting the farthest snipers down. My horse moved immediately as they fired at us, narrowly dodging a hail of bullets that would have went through my head otherwise
I switched to my submachine gun and replied in kind, putting another four of them down with bullet sprays. I threw the gun at the last one, making him miss hit shot. Before he could reload, my mount charged toward his position
I drew my sword and lobbed off the bandit's head with a swift slash. His headless body fell to the ground, blood pooling over to the soil underneath
Silently, I dismounted from my horse and walked over the bandit leader's unmoving body
"Get up, I know you're alive"
He turned over with a pistol aimed at me. But I kicked it out from his grasp. I grabbed the man by the collar and forced him to face me. The barrel of my revolver gently grazed agaisnt his chin
"An ingenious use of Aura. Pretending to be dead and then attacking the enemy when they least expect it" I complimented his quick thinking "Now. You were talking about robbing me of my money, yes?"
"Y-yes, sir"
"And you said you were of the Branwen tribe, yes?"
"Yes, sir" This time he answered a bit hopefully "Our leader is strong. You would not want to mess with her by killing off her men"
"Is that a threat I hear?"
""N-no, sir"
"Continuing. To my knowleddge your band mostly operate on Mistralian soil. Why return to Vale now?"
"A-ain't nobody crazy enough to work on there anymore, mister. Mistral's had their security leashed tighter than a nun's coochie. Everywhere you travel there would be Specialists guarding the road! Us and the rest have to migrate back here to get some living by ourselves"
"That's enough" He shut up as I shushed him using my gun "One last question. That means everyone in your tribe is nearby. Even Raven herself"
His eyes widened. The bandit started shaking at the mention of the name
"Yes sir, but-"
"Good, take me to your leader"
I don't have to fight on the trench anymore. But that doesn't mean I cannot find something to do in that time
With calculating thoughts, a plan formed in my mind
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So a few had asked me whether (Y/n)'s capability can be increased as someone who is influenced by an FPS system, akin to an RPG's [Gamer's Body]. Here is my answer to them
Yes. He is influenced by several of them actually
There are no stamina bar in FPS game. Which means he can run at top speed for an indefinite amount of time without running out of breath
Similarly, he does not suffer from fatigue of any kind. He does not need to sleep, eat, drink, or perform any biological function. Had he wanted to, (Y/n) can choose not to blink
He is always aware of his health and the total amount of bullets left in his guns without counting. Same with equipement from his classes and the total number of points he earned
Lastly, he can respawn an infinite number of time upon death. each time he did so, (Y/n) can change his class, equipments, perks and skills to adapt to any enemy he face
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