(OOC: Enjoy a Kash-Strat combo post!)
Unknown OSS/NIA Facility, The Republic of Setzna, 2142 hours, 07.01.17
Lovol Schultz quickly lit the cigarette in his mouth, sighing. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going on with the SEPC and Aurora.
“What are you sighing for, old man?” 1st Lieutenant Shima Sakamoto leaned on the wall dressed in his standard SSDF BDU. His partner, 2nd Lieutenant Shiori Takamura was sleeping on a bench.
“Nothing really, just wondering what the heck is going on with the world… First the SEPC just flat out disintigrates, everyone is turned against each other. Then there’s a war happening all the way across the globe and our nation is holding back and staying neutral because we don’t want to piss off any of our old friends.” Lovol stood up, walking over to Shima and sitting down in a chair next to him.
“Anyways, isn’t there supposed to be a new kid coming to join your unit, Shima?” Lovol asked, not looking up. Instead, he was focused on his custom FN FAL that he had kept when he left Rentorov with the two.
“Uhh, yeah. I think he should be arr-” The door opened, cutting Shima off. In walked a young woman who looked like she was in her mid-late 20s. She was wearing an SSDF BDU and had her hair tied up into a bun.
“Sergeant Kuribayashi Yui reporting in, I have been assigned to your unit as of today! I hope we will be able to work efficiently together.” Yui clicked her heels together and saluted Shima. He’d immediately straighten up.
“Ah- Yes, of course. Welcome to our platoon, Sergeant, make yourself at home.” Shima briefly saluted her and then the both of them cut their salutes.
No one told me it was a woman… He sighed and watched as she walked off to the barracks. The other members of his platoon were either lounging around or trying to start a conversation with the new girl. Shima shrugged and continued on with his day.
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Unidentified warehouse, The Republic of Setzna, 2312 hours, 07.01.17
“Has he talked yet?” Zakhar Nikolaev asked while idly fingering the cross pendant hanging on his neck.
“Not yet, but soon,” Leonid Lychnikoff replied to his lieutenant. “I figure he’s STP, but he’s only a kid. He’s going to crack, I can feel it.”
Zakhar nodded, and his tail flicked lazily. “Are you certain he’s STP? Perhaps he could be telling the truth…”
“I can’t take the chance. And you know why not. Besides, Starikov…”
The two were interrupted by a shout from a nearby operative running up. “Sir, you’ve got to see this Harbinger article!”
Leonid grumbled, “This better be important.” Accepting the article that the officer proffered to him, he read the headline: ‘A Boy Murderer’. After reading more of the article, his eyes widened imperceptibly.
“That sonofabitch was telling the truth,” he muttered to himself.
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Unknown OSS/NIA Facility, The Republic of Setzna, 2325 hours, 07.01.17
“Alright, gather up.” The platoon gathered around a table with Shima at the head of it.
“What’s the op this time, boss?” said Corporal Luschwitz Walsch, a man of Ancradian descent.
“It seems that that National Police Bureau has picked up the location of the Sem’ya mob. Anyone heard of them before?” Shima looked around the room, receiving a few nods from this team. “Alright, that saves me a ton of time… Anyhow, the NIA has assigned us wonderful OSS operatives to the team as a liaison since this is a matter of national security apparently.”
“Wouldn’t they just send regular NIA paramilitary guys to handle it?” piped Lovol, an uninteresting look on his face.
“Well, we’re the OSS liaison to the NIA, which technically means that we are apart of the paramilitary guys… On top of that, the OSS is technically a subsidiary of the NIA.” replied Shima, who was slightly confused himself.
“Uhh, gotcha, kid.” Lovol replied.
“Anyways, we move out in a few, load up and get ready to move out. Our target is in a warehouse that we will raid with SWAT guys from the APD, you guys got that?” His team nodded again with little being said.
“Okay, Lovol, Tak, Yui, you’re coming with me in the lead car.” Shima glanced at each of the three as he said their names.
“Got it.” said Lovol.
“Alright, sounds good to me.” Takamura stretched and adjusted his plate carrier. Yui mumbled an ‘OK.’
“Walsch, Shintaro, Xing, you take the rear guard.”
“Will do, boss. You can count on us to protect your ass from any mobster that decides to pop out from an alleyway wielding an AK rambo style.” said Luschwitz, who chuckled a bit.
“Come on Lusch, this isn’t the movies, man,” Shima chuckled as well. Soon after their conversation, the room fell silent. The only thing that could’ve been heard was the sound of 10 soldiers checking their gear and loading their rifles and sidearms. Takamura tested his stun baton, watching as the electric currents jumped around. Once satisfied with the condition of his baton, he let go of the trigger and closed it up, placing it in its sheath.
And soon after that, the room was dark and empty, for its human inhabitants had left for the raid. What the team didn’t know was that they’d stumble upon the estranged son of a certain Strataric general.
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Unidentified warehouse, The Republic of Setzna, 2342 hours, 07.01.17
Melor heard a door slam nearby, and looked up with bleary eyes as Leonid entered the room. “Hey, kid, sorry about all this.” The crime boss gestured to the bonds holding Melor to the chair. “Those bruises weren’t anything personal.”
A lower-ranked mobster stepped up and untied Melor, who immediately responded with a feeble attempt at a punch. The mobster blocked easily, and delivered a crushing uppercut into Melor’s stomach. The young Stratarian sunk to the ground, gasping.
“Sorry about Igor here,” Leonid chuckled. “He doesn’t take kindly to being attacked. I’m sure you can understand that. Right, kid?”
Melor regained his breath after a moment and struggled to his feet. “Why did you release me?”
“Well, you’re famous.” Leonid tossed down the newspaper article. “‘A Boy Murderer’? If that headline’s even a little true, you’ve got a family here.”
“I didn’t murder anyone. The only person I killed was an officer with this badge.” Melor gestured to the insignia he was wearing.
Silence greeted him. After a moment, Leonid laughed. “I guess that’s what the Harbinger meant by ‘safety inspection officer.’ Kid, if you killed one of them, I could definitely use someone like you.”
“You interrogated and tortured me.”
“These things happen,” the crime lord shrugged. “So, are you in, or are you out?”
Melor was still recovering from his surprise at Leonid’s offer.
I’d have to be a chertovskiy idiot to want to join Sem’ya.
But I am one. And besides, maybe I can strike against Starikov in being one of them.
They have no hold in Stratarin anymore. Their influence there is all but gone.
Maybe I could help restore it.
But…
His thoughts were interrupted as Leonid’s walkie-talkie blared to life. “Sir! We’ve got Jackboots!” Machine-gun fire could be heard in the background.
Leonid cursed, then replied quickly, “Get out of there now, Kuznetsov. We’re pulling out. Let’s fall back to… one moment.” He turned off the walkie-talkie and glared at Melor. “Kid, yes or no?”
Melor hesitated a second, and Leonid sighed. “I don’t have time for this. Maybe we’ll meet again.” He nodded to Igor, who landed a heavy blow on the back of the youth’s head. Melor crumpled to the ground, unconscious.