#anti tank launcher

[blueiscoool]

The combat work of one of the grenade launchers of the 37th separate marine brigade.

The SPG-9 anti-tank grenade launcher is a formidable weapon capable of destroying both enemy equipment and fortifications, as well as personnel of the occupiers.

[foone]

Immortals who get together to shoot each other and it's like a wine tasting.

Talking about the dry fruity notes of getting shot by a 9mm compared to the full body of .45 ACP.

They've got limited seats for the cannons and rocket launchers so get your ticket now.

There's a speech by The Mound Builder (with PowerPoint) talking about the time she got shot with a High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT) round. The event had to book the bigger room to have enough seats for that one. Lotta yearning in that audience, and a bunch of questions that basically boil down to "how can I do this too?"

[wis-art]

And no swords are NOT an option in this poll!!!!!

[i-am-aprl]

Three soldiers from the Israeli occupation army playing with the Javelin anti-tank shoulder missiles.

There was no danger as they faced the target without any cover, and someone was already filming.

The cost of one missile without the launcher is between $70,000 to $100,000. It was exactly $78,000 in a report by the Pentagon in 2021, and now it's more expensive and could reach $100,000.

This is where the taxpayer's money goes; this is why Israel takes aid from the USA.

A video was published by a soldier named Emil Antonov, who is a tattoo maker in Jerusalem.

‏‎ثلاثة جنود من جيش الاحتلال الإسرائيلي يلعبون بصواريخ جافلين المضادة للدبابات على الكتف. لم يكن هناك خطر حيث واجهوا الهدف دون أي غطاء، وكان هناك شخص يقوم بالتصوير. تكلفة صاروخ واحد بدون القاذفة تتراوح بين 70,000 إلى 100,000 دولار. كانت تحديداً سعرها 78,000 دولار في تقرير للبنتاغون في عام 2021، والآن هي أغلى من ذلك وربما تصل إلى 100,000 دولار.

‏‎هكذا تصرف أموال دافعي الضرائب؛ لهذا السبب تأخذ إسرائيل المعونات من الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية.

‏‎تم نشر فيديو من قبل جندي يدعى إميل أنطونوف، وهو رسام وشم في القدس.

[terkmc]

The Caliban level its artillery sized shotgun at me. I hold hands with the squadmate next to me, thus becoming a Squad and gaining resistance and soft cover against it. Defeating the embodiment of ruthless capital with the power of love (and this anti tank launcher I found)

[castillon02]

Wade was on the couch, shoveling frito pie into his facehole, when Spidey crawled through the window, paused, cocked his head, opened his mouth, and then closed it again. 

Not Spidey’s usual M.O. 

Then Spidey made a lip-zipping motion at him and dropped from the wall to the floor. His shoulders and calves had tightened, and his movements jerked instead of slinked, his body ready to spring into motion. 

Hot. Mildly alarming, but hot. Spidey had sensed something.    

Wade moved over to the front door to secure their exit. Katanas: check. Guns: check. Frito pie: check. He kept eating. 

Spider-Man did a slow three-sixty, peering around the room, and froze with his eyes narrowed in the direction of Wade’s newest purchase: a Deadpool-themed boombox that Wade had found on Etsy. It had arrived just that morning. 

Wade was going to leave such a negative review if it turned out that his boombox was actually a bomb. Not one star—it had a tape deck, a CD player, and an AUX hook-up, and Wade was all about that retro shit—but definitely negative. Maybe two stars; who couldn’t appreciate the pun of a boombox that went boom? 

Spidey advanced on the boombox and ran his fingers over its surface like a snob testing the furniture for dust. Attached to his fingertip on the upswing lay a red square about the thinness of a gum wrapper and the breadth and height of a motherfucking electronic bug. 

“Christ on a pogostick dildo,” Wade muttered, setting his frito pie on the Javelin anti-tank missile launcher that had been delivered along with the boombox. 

He’d used his last bug detector as a bludgeon, and he kept going out to get a new one only to be distracted by one of the Big Apple’s tempting offerings: people to shoot, Spideys to please, tacos to eat, Spideys to please… Actually, maybe it was kind of appropriate that Spidey was the one helping him out here, given that he’d been so distracting. 

And given that… 

Heh. 

His name was Spider-Man. 

And he’d found a—

Found a b—

Wade made desperate crab pinching motions at Spidey. 

Spidey interpreted his hand signals like a boss and crushed the bug into itsy bits between his freakishly strong spider-digits. 

Wade squealed. “Holy exterminator, Spider-Man! You caught an actual-fact bug in your not-so-actual-fact web! Fly swatter, more like spy swatter!” 

“See, this is why I don’t tell people.” Spidey scratched at the back of his neck. 

Wade put his hand to his chest and batted his eyes even though only the bottom half of his face was visible. “Awww, and you told little old me?” It always made Wade’s heart grow three sizes when Spidey showed him one of his spidery secrets.  

Spidey shrugged. “I figured you’d want your ‘Workin’ 9 to 5’ serenades to be private.” 

Wade settled one hand on his cocked hip and put on a country accent. “I ain’t never got no shame over Ms. Parton, Websy.” 

“I was also trying to avoid mentioning the Nickelback.” Spidey gestured at the CD organizer next to the boombox, which was open to Now That’s What I Call Music! Volume 10. 

Now That’s What I Call Music! Volume 10 had Nickelback’s “How You Remind Me” on it, and after the Britney Spears and JLo songs, Wade had definitely planned on belting out the “I SAID I LOVE YOU AND I SWEAR I STILL DO” and “SCREAM ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?” lines extremely loudly and emotionally, possibly before shooting himself. Not his ideal recording to have in the hands of his enemies. 

“Your sacrifice is appreciated, Spidey.”  

Spidey gave a sloppy salute. 

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Hang on. How do you know which songs are on that CD?” 

“Oh wow, some frito pie! And what’s that? I think my spider senses are tingling…” As he darted towards the window, Spidey webbed Wade’s bowl from the missile launcher to his hand. 

Wade wouldn’t be fast enough to catch him; instead, he lunged for the boombox and frantically inserted the CD. “Don’t think I don’t know what your 2002 jam is!” He mashed the skip button.  

Spidey hovered near the window, about to be hoisted by his own curiosity. “No way,” he said. “There’s twenty songs on that CD. No way you guess right.” 

“Oh, yeah? Well, listen TO THIS!” Wade stopped the disc on song 15. 

A piano melody started to play. 

“Oh my god,” Spidey said. He dropped the bowl onto the counter and his face into his hand.   

“Makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces pass, and I’m homebound!” Wade sang along with Vanessa Carlton. He pointed at Spidey and walked over. “Starin’ blankly ahead, blankly ahead, making my way through the crowd…Take it, Spidey! Dun-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh—”  

“And I need you!” Spidey stifled a laugh. 

“Dun-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh—” Wade shoved the frito pie spoon, microphone-like, into Spidey’s hand. 

“And I miss you!” Spidey sang into the spoon. 

“Dun-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh— chorus time, go!” 

Spidey leaned into the spoon. “AND NOW I WONNNDER…IF I COULD FALL…INTO THE SKY…” He tilted the spoon at Wade. 

“DO YOU THINK TIME…WOULD PASS ME BY…” 

They sang the rest together: “CAUSE YOU KNOW I’D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU…TONIGHT.” 

“Hey,” Wade said after their duet ended. The dulcet sounds of Celine Dion (song number 16) faded into the background, helped by his hand on the volume knob. “Could you check my bedroom for bugs, too?” 

Spidey sighed. “For electronic surveillance, Pool. Don’t get any ideas.” 

Wade crossed his heart (and his fingers behind his back). 

“But,” Spidey said, “even if the rest of the place is clean, maybe we should check the Switch for bugs too. You know. With the very advanced spider technique of playing it.” Spidey fidgeted. 

“Going once, going twice, SOLD, to the Deadpool with the color-coordinated boombox!” Wade mimed banging a gavel. 

Pretty good for a day in which Wade had been considering shooting himself to a Nickelback soundtrack. And Spidey ate all his frito pie, so he didn’t even have to deal with any gross leftovers! 

The next day, Wade did some investigating and posted his Etsy review: This seller attached an electronic monitoring device to the product, BUT someone threatened their family to get them to do it, so, what can you do, ammirite? Took out that trash for you btw, np. The CD player, tape deck, and AUX all work great, the speakers are nice and loud, and the design is chef-kiss. 5 stars for immaculate engineering, 0 stars for being unwilling to sacrifice the lives of your friends and loved ones for a faceless customer with a poop emoji in their username, 5 stars again for being bribed into letting me be a repeat client despite all the bloodstains. Looking forward to the Spider-Man-themed iPod with webby wired earbuds!  

Author's note: for those who don't know what frito pie is, it's basically corn chips with ground beef and cheese (and assorted miscellaneous) on top, kind of like nachos. Regardless of its status as a family dish, it is an absolutely bachelor kind of meal.

[sonyaheaneyauthor]

And yet everyone keeps telling Ukrainians they have to surrender, instead of telling russia to get out of Ukraine to stop the deaths...

Russia Loses Entire Regiment in One Day

This Was the Deadliest Day Yet for Putin’s Forces.

Ukrainian Armed Forces reported on November 12, that they killed or injured 1,950 Russian soldiers in just one day — a number nearly equal to an entire Russian regiment.

Lost An Entire Regiment

A Russian regiment typically consists of about 1,000 to 2,000 soldiers, depending on its type and role within the military structure, according to Ziare.

Motorized rifle or infantry regiments usually have around 1,500 to 2,000 troops, while armored or tank regiments tend to be on the smaller end, closer to 1,000 to 1,200 troops.

These numbers are rough estimates, as the size and organization of regiments can fluctuate, especially during wartime when units may operate below full capacity due to casualties and logistical challenges.

Highest Recorded Since Invasion

This daily toll is the highest recorded since Russia’s invasion of Ukraine began, underscoring the heavy losses Russia faces as it maintains its offensive in Ukraine.

Ukraine’s General Staff also reported the destruction of 81 Russian armored vehicles in the same period.

These losses occurred as Russia continued to apply pressure on multiple fronts, leading to a series of intense battles.

The Ukrainian forces’ success in resisting these assaults has resulted in significant damage to Russian personnel and military equipment, according to Ukrainian sources.

Since the war started, Ukraine has been releasing updates on Russian losses. The recent totals, with daily changes in parentheses, are as follows:

Personnel: approximately 712,610 (+1,950 from the previous day)

Tanks: 9,276 (+23)

Armored combat vehicles: 18,847 (+81)

Artillery systems: 20,352 (+38)

Multiple rocket launchers: 1,249 (+4)

Anti-aircraft systems: 996 (no change)

Aircraft: 369 (no change)

Helicopters: 329 (no change)

Drones: 18,737 (+61)

Cruise missiles: 2,636 (no change)

Naval vessels: 28 (no change)

Submarines: 1 (no change)

Vehicles and fuel tanks: 28,870 (+68)

Special military equipment: 3,626 (+6)

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Shoshana Bryen

The Assad regime is gone. Sadynaya Prison is liberated, and the depth of the Assad family’s depravity is becoming clear.

While the West seems to hold out hope that the transition will lead to something better for the Syrian people, the saying in the Middle East goes, “The enemy of my enemy can also be my enemy.”

The incoming warlords are the HTS — a Sunni, ISIS-adjacent, Taliban-adjacent, Turkish armed and funded organization on the US and UK terrorist lists. If you Google them, the stories would be accompanied by graphic, hideous videos of revenge killings. I am choosing not to link to the horrific murders here, but you can find them online, and just know that they are a tiny fraction of what’s out there.

HTS leaders and militants said, upon entering Damascus, “This is the heart of the Abode of Islam. This is Damascus, the [land of] Umar ibn Abd al-Aziz, the land of Islam … This is the camp of the Muslims. From here we are coming to Jerusalem. Be patient, oh people of Gaza. Say Allah Akbar!”

One fighter added: “Just like that, Allah willing, we will enter the Al-Aqsa Mosque, the Prophet’s Mosque [in Medina], and the Kaaba. We will enter these [mosques], Allah willing.”

In this context, Israel has offered the world a gift, decimating the Russian-Iranian arsenal Assad left behind before HTS can get its hands on it.

The first IDF strikes were on Syrian chemical weapons depots and “research facilities.”  (You know, the ones President Obama declared 96 percent destroyed in 2014.) Then, according to @IDF on X:

Israeli Navy missile ships struck the Al-Bayda and Latakia ports, where 15 Syrian naval vessels were docked. They took out dozens of sea-to-sea missiles with ranges of 80–190 km. Each missile carried significant explosive payloads posing threats to civilian and military maritime vessels in the area.

The Air Force conducted more than 350 strikes on targets including anti-aircraft batteries, Syrian Air Force airfields, and dozens of weapons production sites, neutralizing Scud missiles, cruise missiles, surface-to-sea, surface-to-air and surface-to-surface missiles, UAVs, fighter jets, attack helicopters, radars, tanks, hangars, and more.

The IDF conducted air strikes on 130 ground assets in Syria, including weapons depots, military structures, launchers, and firing positions.

No civilians or homes — or anything besides destructive weapons — were targeted.

[girlactionfigure]

🟧 DRONE HIT NAHARIYA - Real time from Israel  

ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

🚨VIDEO - HEZBOLLAH SUICIDE DRONE HIT in Nahariya, hit a support cable on a pedestrian bridge near Nahariya's train station. Shrapnel caused slight damage to a train carriage (broken window). No injuries, thank G-d. 

⚠️THREATENING SMS MESSAGES.. reports of people receiving threatening SMS messages overnight from “SINVAR” (name of the killed Hamas leader).  Ignore, BLOCK, and DO NOT CLICK THE LINK.

▪️IDF - SOMEONE STOLE.. the captured Hezbollah rocket-launching truck, from an army storage parking lot in the north. In a quick operation by the police, the vehicle was found to be on a tow truck in the area of ​​the Golani interchange and two suspects were arrested.  No word on whether the stolen truck actually had rockets in the launchers.

▪️CHANGE OF ATMOSPHERE.. (Abu Ali) many videos from Lebanon in the last day show a change of perception in the air. People talk differently. They speak freely against Hezbollah, which previously was dangerous to do. These are the fruits of the fighting in Lebanon.  An amazing and historic change in less than a month. (( The particular significance: Lebanon is very sectarian, with different ARMED groups. Hezbollah had been so powerful that the other groups didn’t dare to raise their heads. That’s changing, quickly. ))

▪️THE UNRWA VOTE.. as previously reported, the Knesset has passed the anti-UNRWA law, to prevent any activity of UNRWA in the State of Israel. UNRWA will not be allowed to operate any office, provide any service nor carry out any activity, directly or indirectly, in Israel.  The vote: out of 120 Knesset members: 92 for, 10 against, 12 abstentions. 

.. UNRWA: We condemn the shameful decision of the Knesset in Israel to prevent our activity.

.. UN SEC GENERAL: “I am very concerned about the decision of the Israeli Knesset to adopt two laws concerning UNRWA, which, if implemented, will prevent the agency from continuing to operate in Palestinian territory. There is no alternative to UNRWA.”

▪️AID.. Gaza sources: a large amount of trucks with goods entered Gaza through the Kerem Shalom crossing: some trucks ordered by merchants and some aid trucks. The trucks with the goods of the private traders reached their destination, while the aid trucks were robbed and "taken to an unknown location".  (( Reminder: the US State Dept and Def Dept DEMAND Israel increase aid - which is then taken by “unknown people” to “an unknown location”. ))

🔹US WARNS IRAN AT UN.. The United States ambassador to the UN at the Security Council meeting today issued a stern warning to Iran. “Should Iran choose to undertake further aggressive acts against Israel or US personnel, there will be severe consequences, we will not hesitate to act.”

♦️LEBANON - Enemy report: IDF tanks are advancing towards the south of the town of Khiam, south Lebanon, under intense cover fire.  That’s approx. 6 km north of the border, north of Ghajar, in the Metulla area.

▪️SIREN TESTS.. Almagor 10:05, Chazon 12:05.  It’s a test.

▪️AIR TRAVEL.. Polish airline LOT delays return to Israel until at least Nov. 19.

⭕While we aren’t reporting it because of the volume - CONSTANT rocket and drone alarms throughout the north, 70-200 rockets fired at Israel, mostly at civilian areas, PER DAY.

[helldivers-2]

🚨 NEW MAJOR ORDER 🎖️

Helldivers, it's time to choose between liberating Choohe or Penta. Depending on your choice, you will receive either the MD-17 Anti-Tank Mines or the RL-77 Airburst Rocket Launcher.

(And you'll save the citizens. Don't forget the citizens.)

[copilotjimmy]

A very… rectangular box sits on the bar, with a note on it.

“To: 1LT Jimmeth Brezbak, 12’th Mechanized Infantry”

From: 2LT Sarah Illian, 2631 McKinley Loop, Holloman AFB, Alamogordo”

Opening the package expecting food, instead you find a LAW single-shot 66mm unguided HEAT anti-tank rocket launcher in sawdust, and a note.

“I’m not sure why you wanted us to mail a M72 LAW to you in your last letter, but we managed to do so.

It was hell to declare this box via Mojave Express (somehow you can mail guns but not rocket launchers, so I had to do a little arguing about the type of weapon it was and Pete had to bribe the courier,) but hopefully it should arrive before you march on Denver…. if the courier doesn’t bring it to the wrong person.

Express is somehow capable of mailing packages to the wrong people, even if that wrong person is on the Moon, so…”

@freedoms-per-eagle

Hey chat just so you know this guy sent porn to a minor so uh. Don’t let him interact with you!

[hummingjay]

rotates you around so i can go through your pockets for any cool art you found recently

Jokes on you I never keep art in my pockets that's for flintlocks and miníe bullets. BUT here's a Schnäpper concept I never did finish, stored in my skull hole. I worked on it I think a month ago so my art is greatly different, but I think it's still good.

Also I had this sitting on google docs for almost a month now:

SCHNÄPPER NOTES With help from @sosadraws in this ask.

Scnäppers are the anti-tank units of the Eusan Nation army, playing a crucial role as infantry support. Our ÆON designers developed MNHR and SAPR units similarly, and parts are largely interchangeable. The upper handle-like bars on both MNHR and SAPR helms can hold either SAPR weapon or aid modules or the industrial tool modules of a Mynah. This malleability allows for damaged SAPR units to use the parts of a decommissioned or fallen MNHR or SAPR, to aid with supply issues and quick repair. Schnäppers are generally equipped with panzerfaust launchers, tank-like projectile cannons, or automatic weapons chambered in Nitro-Express anti-armor rounds. This arsenal makes them the quite literal nightmare of any imperial tank crew. Disarmed Schnäppers are not any less dangerous; their tough, large limbs serve as blunt rams that decimate any soldier and are known to flip enemy tanks onto their sides to incapacitate them. Schnäppers are also known to use large beams of fallen infrastructure as clubs. In battle, Schnäppers are the support of the infantry and a rallying force. The sight of the anti-panzer unit spurs allied troops into an offense and frightens the enemy. The armor of a Schnäpper is designed to be almost completely impervious to small-arms fire, including shotguns and lower-power rifles, though anti-armor rounds can still be effective. It is also designed to deflect glancing but not direct blows from tank rounds. Schnäppers, despite their frightening presence, display a motherly and protective personality towards their fellow soldiers. They quickly grow protective of the infantry they’re stationed with, and will begin to take charge of non-combat needs such as aiding with cleanliness, sustenance, and health. Soldiers stationed with SAPR units are amongst the most well-adjusted, as the latter will ensure that wounds are properly taken care of and that the soldiers stay in satisfactory shape. It is not unknown for Schnäppers to use their bodies as shields for their less-armored compatriots in combat. Schnäppers will also protect the mental states of their compatriots, including keeping KSAR units distanced from FLKR units, helping ARAR units plant in safe locations, and sometimes even carry spare mirrors with them for EULR units. Agitated units will keep close to Schnäppers who will comfort them, the latter of which being surprisingly skilled at dealing with combat-fatigue and stress, PTSD, and general ailments. The large size and armor of the Schnäpper may suggest an inefficient and slow gait. This is far from the truth; Schnäppers are frighteningly fast and will charge at roughly 45 km (28 miles) per hour, even carrying their large weaponry. Another misconception of Schnäppers is their weight. While irrefutably heavy, they’re light enough to stand on damaged infrastructure without destabilizing it, as SAPR units often find themselves in buildings for both surveillance and ambushes when stationed in urban warzones.

Because the Schnäpper arsenal is precision focused (SAPR cannons and panzerfaust are slow to fire with a small ammunition capacity), Schnäpper units are as reliant on the infantry it serves with as the infantry is on them. Though enemy footsoldier firearms don’t usually lethally damage a Schnäpper, repeated hits will eventually crack armor, certain areas of their shells are weaker, and machine gun fire is still effective. Schnäppers will hang back just behind the infantry to provide support, and because said infantry is leading the brunt of the offense the enemy will be largely unable to focus fire on the SAPR unit. An interesting strategy, and moreover an interesting dynamic between soldiers and SAPRs, employed by Schnäpper units is mounting footholds on their backs and machine guns on their heads which a soldier, generally KSAR units, will then ride them and use the mounted firearm. Said KSARs will also aid with loading the projectile cannons of the SAPR.

Schnäpper units will also carry supplies on their backs, including rations, ammunition, weaponry, and fuel for vehicles. Soldiers also enjoy being carried by Schnäpper recreationally. Because Schnäppers are mostly machine; their cranial frame the only part truly flesh and blood, their wounds are almost entirely mechanical, and will be repaired as such, not healed. For this reason Schnäppers will see ARAR type units instead of the medical units stationed with them for repair. They will quickly grow fond and protective of their repairers. It’s not uncommon for tank crews to do the repairs, since they are already experienced with the mechanics. MNHRs can also administer repairs as they are technically industrial workers, though it is rare to see both in the same situation.

Schnäppers will sometimes paint their armor to more distinguish themselves from Mynah units. This inadvertently creates an even more frightening presence, though it’s usually the units around them who do the painting. If a Schnäpper is stationed near EULR medical units, it is not uncommon for the Schnäpper to be decorated with images of flowers, much to the dismay of their officers and the bemusements of their fellow soldiers.. An important note on Schnäpper personalities; while motherly and friendly, never mistake their kind demeanor as disarmed comfort, Schnäppers display a personality akin to a guard dog; constantly alert for all signs of danger, if only to protect their fellow compatriots. Attempting to sneak up on a SAPR unit, even as a prank or similar friendly endeavor, is ill-advised, lest they mistake the gesture for genuine danger.

It is rare to see degraded Schnäppers, as they possess a persona that is easy to manage at the worst of times. All that is truly needed to stabilize their persona is exposure to something to care for, this usually takes form of their fellow soldiers, though animals and in some cases even vehicles can suffice. So long as the soldiers serving with the Schnäppers are in good shape, Schnäppers will keep calm and collected. If their team is killed, mostly wounded, or otherwise in a state deemed lethal or unsatisfactory, Schnäppers will show signs of stress and agitation, and if left in such a state for too long, will eventually degrade. Degraded Schnäppers are quiet and unsociable, averse to touch, and will retreat to somewhere enclosed. In open spaces KSAR and ARAR units, in addition to any unit experienced in trench building, will dig and build comfortable cavities in the ground for them to reside, before they calm down, though the effects of degradation will often remain. Decommissioning such a tough unit is difficult; it is generally best to send SAPR units on an attack on a fortified position. Without needed support from infantry, the chances of survival are abysmal. MAKE CERTAIN that their infantry is unaware of the intention of the task; the soldiers stationed with SAPRs are equally loyal as they are; it is even possible for soldiers to violently rebel against the decommissioner.

[captain-price-unofficially]

Footage of Ukrainian forces from the Wild Hornets drone group testing an FPV drone armed with a RPG-22 anti-tank rocket launcher. Yes that is the Terminator 2 theme playing.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Insurgency: Long Live The Queen

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count: 5,105

A/N: how we feeling about this so far? :3

[part one][part two][part three][part four][part five][part six][part seven][part eight][bonus]

“The whole question here is: Am I a monster, or a victim myself?” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment.

Leon was put into a room after you guys reached La Sénte. He was given food and water as well as a bed for him.

What a nice welcome, he thought.

You were currently in a meeting room with Yarina and other Insurgents.

“The president is on to us. She knows we’ve been the ones targeting her military. From now on, we’ll be facing death head on. This is no time for hesitations. We must act or die,” Yarina stated as she looked down at the papers scattered on the table.

“Yarina, we can’t risk losing people. We will be outnumbered if we want to go to the city states-“

“Enough,” Yarina slams her fists on the table, “We cannot sit back and watch as President Mendez treats our lives as rag dolls. Yes, there’s a chance we will die but I’d rather die fighting than die a coward.”

Silence overtook the room, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. Ever since the President had broadcasted the message of public executions, everyone’s been at edge. Including you.

“Why don’t we use the American?” One of the insurgents spoke up, he seemed to be the secretary of Yarina. “How do we use him exactly?” She asked.

“A life for a life. We send a message to President Mendez demanding that she freed all the captured civilians. In return, we’ll give him to her-“

“A swap,” you interjected. “It won’t work-“ you turned to look at Yarina, “Listen, those soldiers- they’re nothing like the ones we’ve seen. San Bandero is protected by tanks and endless troops. We’ll die the second we step foot there.”

Yarina hums and brought a hand to her chin as she thought hard.

“We’ll split up,” she pointed to the map, “Half of the available Insurgents will storm right into the city with our bomb artillery. I’m talking tanks and rocket launchers. The other half will go underground and perform an evacuation for the remaining citizens who are unharmed. I want this to be quick and efficient. We have no room for mistakes. Prioritize the children.”

Everyone nodded and began to scurry out of the meeting room to prepare for battle. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?”

You stopped walking and walked back towards her.

“I heard about what you did for Josue, that was really heroic of your part,” she said quietly.

“It was nothing, really,” you muttered back with a short nod.

Yarina chuckled and patted your back, “Humble too. You never fail to surprise me.”

She cleared her throat before continuing, “Listen, I didn’t just held you back to talk about your accomplishments.”

You could only nod slowly in silence, “I actually wanted to let you know that if I were to die tonight… I want you as our leader.”

Your eyes widened at her statement and you felt your throat run dry, “Yarina… don’t say that. How are you sure you’re-“

“Y/n. There is no guarantee that I’ll make it alive after the mission. The President is on to us and once she finds out that I’m the leader, she’ll kill me.”

You could only stare at her in silence. What she said was true. If President Mendez were to find out that Yarina was the leader of the rebelling group then she’ll most definitely die.

“Okay,” you nodded and agreed quietly, “I’ll do my best to be a good leader.”

Yarina smiled softly and squeezed your arm, “Good, now let’s get this mission over with.”

-

Leon heard the sounds of footsteps through the halls.

They must be making their next move, he thought.

He wondered how exactly everything started. Getting captured by a group of people who want to overthrow the government wasn’t really on his to-do list. But alas here he was.

The food was way better than other times he’s been to other missions. He had to give you guys credit for having edible bread and good chicken.

-

You were put into the group of Insurgents who will storm right into the city. Currently, you seating in a car with other members. Weapons in hands and boxes full of explosives ready to be used.

As you were driven there, the sun began to set. You’ve gotten used to fighting in the dark. It was better since the soldiers’ helmets didn’t really allow them to see at night. This was your advantage.

As you neared the city entry, everyone jumped out of the car and proceeded to blend in with the trees and bushes that surrounded the area.

Hiding behind a bush, you kept watch as the person next to you took out their rocket launcher and shot the city.

Multiple bombs were set off, each hitting a different thing. Buildings, tanks, soldiers- anything they can shoot. The ground shook and insurgents ran out of their hiding spot and began to attack the confused soldiers.

Your weapon ready in your hand, you shot the soldiers in front of you. You managed a few headshots. It was good that you had improved your skills ever since this whole thing started, it was good you were becoming alive.

-

As the insurgents in the sewer system began to drive the citizens of San Bandero out, they felt the ground shook. They needed to get out of there quickly before the roads collapsed on top of them.

“Madam President, there’s an attack in San Bandero. A group of rebels are shooting out soldiers and bombing out buildings. Do you want-“

“No,” the President cut the assistant off. She was angry, more angry than anyone has ever seen her. She stood up and walked towards the window to see. And sure enough, fire and smoke came out of San Bandero.

“Find their leader and bring them to me. I will end this once and for all,” the President said as she walked away from the window and back to her desk.

-

You and Yarina were fighting back to back as the soldiers tried to pounce at you both.

“Fuck! I’m out,” Yarina exclaimed as she tried to shoot with her gun but no bullets came out.

You took Yarina by the arm and dragged her into a collapsed building, giving both of you enough time to reload your weapons.

Yarina was busy reloading her gun as you kept watch, “Yarina…” your eyes widened as you stared at the TV on the tower. Yarina grew confused and then looked out towards the TV as well.

It was a video footage of the sewers- the citizens walking while the insurgents helped them out.

“Citizens of Pruye, let this be a reminder that traitorous acts do not go unpunished. Everyone in relation to rebellion will face consequences,” the President spoke.

Suddenly, a bomb fell down from a plane and into the roads. You and Yarina took cover behind a fallen piece of debris. The ground shook tremendously as heat and light took over.

You couldn’t hear anything for a good minute, only the constant ringing. You peeked at the scene and saw that the bomb had fallen right on top of the people evacuating. Your eyes trailed towards the TV and couldn’t help but let out a soft sob.

Children, women, men and insurgents lying dead on the floor. No trace of life after the explosion. Smoke and ashes filled the air and your hearing got back.

You heard Yarina scream and turned your head over your shoulder to find Yarina being taken away by two soldiers, “¡¡Come mierdas- todos ustedes!!”

You were about to start running towards her but another soldier lunged at you, pinning you the ground. You gripped their wrist and tried to not let them stab with the knife they had in their hands. With as much energy you could muster, you harshly threw the soldier off of you and shot them in the head with your gun.

You looked back at where Yarina was last seen but she was gone. Panic and anxiety coursed through you. You didn’t want to think about it. But you knew Yarina was going to die.

-

It’s been three hours since Yarina got captured. The remnants of San Bandero were the only thing that remained of what was once a lively city. Now it was just debris and dead bodies all around.

Some insurgents were being treated for their wounds and others were patrolling the streets. You were sitting down the sidewalk as you contemplated what to do.

It wasn’t until the TV on the tower turned on and President Mendez spoke,

“Citizens of Pruye, with every heartbreak comes good news. Although a city of ours has been destroyed, we too, have something that is worth destroying for those who oppose me.”

The camera pans to Yarina kneeling down before a soldier who has a gun pointed at her forehead. Her hands were tied behind her back as she had a piece of cloth around her mouth, gagging her.

“Yarina…” you whispered as you stood up and stared at the screen.

“Let this be a lesson for all. You cannot win a helpless fight,” the President continued.

The soldier hooked his finger around the trigger all while Yarina maintained eye contact with him. She didn’t fear death, she wasn’t scared in that moment. Yarina is a smart person, she’s known all along that by starting this rebellion she’d face her ultimate death. Not once did she flinch nor did she beg for mercy.

She took a deep breath and let her body fall to the ground after the soldier pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrating her skull, sucking the life out of her. A poodle of blood surrounded her head as she died with her eyes opened.

Gasps and screams were heard from the other insurgents around you. You, yourself, felt anger. Anger at yourself, anger at the government, anger at the whole world. But beneath all that anger, was a girl who feared and cried. She was hurt- you were hurt. And nothing is this world could do anything to settle the turmoil inside you.

-

Leon was brought to the meeting room right after everyone reached base. News of Yarina’s death reached everyone, including him.

You stood at the center of the table, the proclaimed new leader. Your whole demeanor changed, you were serious and angry. Your eyes held a pain that only Leon could guess and relate to, because he also knew what it felt like to lose people right in front of your eyes.

He didn’t say anything and allowed the insurgents to pull him in front of the table.

“Change of plans,” you started as you began to motion for everyone around the table, including Leon. He raised a brow but obliged.

“Everyone knows San Jolonia has medical supplies and weapons we can use. If we are going to fight Mendez, we must be ready,” your brows were pinched together and your tone was serious and a little terrifying to some.

“But San Jolonia has been abandoned. The President ordered for people to leave the city,” one of the insurgents said. You nodded, “I know, hence why I need to take this opening and take as much as we can- guns, medicine, food, clothes. I won’t let anything go to waste.”

“Wait… you’ll go by yourself? Y/n I don’t think that’s safe, you saw what happened to-“

“I know,” you mumbled and stared down at the map in the center of the table, “San Jolonia is abandoned. Plus, the American is coming with me.”

The insurgent’s eyes widened and Leon only stared at you with mild shock.

“Y/n- you can’t trust him. What if he-“

“If I wanted to kill her, I would’ve done so already,” Leon interjected. He stared at you and you stared back, the tension high.

“I saw what happened to one of your people,” Leon continued just a little bit softer. The atmosphere turned solemn and some insurgents looked away as he began to talk about Yarina.

Leon sighed, “I want to help.”

You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes in skepticism, “Why?”

“Because no one should deal with this type of control. You are fighting against a dictator and you’ll need all the help you can get…” he exhaled and looked away briefly, “I’ve seen people die in front of me as well. Feeling helpless and unable to do anything to save everyone… it’s a shitty feeling.”

Your face fell and you nodded slowly, he looked back at you from across the table, “Let me join you. If there’s anyway I can help, I’ll take it. No more innocent lives need to die.”

He was right, in a way. If you want to bring down the government, you’ll need help. And Leon was an American soldier. They’re known to be ruthless and strong. It would a great asset to have him.

“Okay,” you nodded, “untie him.”

An insurgent went behind Leon and untied his hands. He massaged his wrists and then looked at you.

“You and I are leaving tonight, do not be late,” it was the last thing you told him before you left the room.

-

You waited for Leon at the gate, it was dark outside. The night breeze flowing gently through the trees and grass. Leon approached you as he was checking his gun.

"You ready?" you asked him before opening the gate. He nodded at you, "Yeah, let's get this over with."

Since it was nighttime, you decided not to use a vehicle. It was dangerous already if the soldiers were to notice a vehicle roaming around, then they'd most likely shoot you. So, you settled on foot.

As you and Leon walked through the forest, he couldn't help but make small talk with you.

"So..." he started quietly as he pushed some branches out of his face.

"So?" you mumbled as you led the way, "Whatever you want to say, just say it."

He hummed and chuckled faintly behind you, "Aren't you the nice one..." He shook his head and walked beside you.

"Listen, I don't doubt your skills or anything..."

"But?" You raised a brow as you glanced at him before looking back at the forest.

"But don't you think you should... take a break? I mean- a lot has happened to you and not taking the time to process what just happened can cause you to-"

You stopped and turned to face him, "I didn't ask for a therapist. I'm fine- we need to push forward."

He sighed and watched as you walked ahead of him. He sighed and followed behind you.

-

You both reached the outskirts of San Jolonia, abandoned and ruined. Must've been President Mendez's doing.

"Don't stray off too far," you said as you walked towards the entrance of the city state, "I don't you to get lost so just keep close."

Leon nodded and silently walked behind you. It was completely silent, except for the sound of your footsteps. The night was cold and the air was soft. You walked towards an abandoned pharmacy and began to stuff your bag with as many things as possible. Leon stood behind you, keeping watch in case something were to come out.

There was a strange peace between the two of you. Like as if both of you already knew what the other thought. When you're involved in a battle, it can help bring people together.

And Leon couldn't help but feel sympathy for you. You were young, too young to be in something like this. Sure, wanting to fight for your freedom is a noble cause. But he also understands the pain that comes with it. He's conflicted. He wants to help in two ways- wants to fight alongside you but he also wants to avoid a war. But you seem set on the idea of war and there's nothing in his power that can change that.

You weren't dumb, you knew Leon thought this. It was written in his face. The man had a great sense of justice and only cared for the lives of the unfortunate. If you had to guess, you'd say he probably feels a lot of guilt. A guilt that kept on piling up as the years went by.

"We should camp out, it's getting late," You broke the silence and walked towards another abandoned building.

One of its walls was collapsed while parts of the ceiling were missing. You stepped inside the ruined building and began to set up a fire. Leon was too far behind, he walked slowly as his eyes looked around. It wasn’t everyday that he would get pulled into events like this.

After you started a fire, you sat in front of it and began to pull out some food you brought, “Hungry?”

Leon looked at you and shook his head no, “I’m good, thanks.” He went over to sit next to you as you shrugged, “Suit yourself,” you muttered under your breath before you took a bite out of a piece of bread.

Leon stared at the fire in silence. He was aware of the occasional glances you’d throw him but he hasn’t said anything, yet.

You sighed and looked back at the fire, remaining in silence once again.

“Why are you here?” You mumbled and looked at him.

“You told me to come-“

“That wasn’t what I meant,” you cut him off. “What made you come to this place?”

He looked back down at you before shrugging faintly and looking back at the fire, “Got sent here. Wasn’t really my choice.”

His voice was quiet and the light from the fire highlighted his features. You never actually sat down to get a good look at him but now that were, you couldn’t help but think hoe handsome he was. His foggy blue eyes piercing down at the flames as his dark fringe fell down the sides of his face. His stubble had been growing for a while- maybe even before he got sent here.

You exhaled softly and looked back at the fire, “So you were forced…”

He nodded, “Yep. I mean, it’s also partly my fault in a way. I work for the government and I get these… missions. Shits crazy when life hits you with the consequences of your actions, don’t you think?”

“I guess…” you mumbled and looked down at the bread in your hands, “So, you’re like a personal soldier or something?”

Leon chuckled and looked at you for a brief moment, “You’ve been watching way too many American movies.”

This time, you smiled softly and looked back at him, “What can I say? You Americans are the leaders of entertainment.”

That caused him to smile back, “Good point…” he exhaled softly before looking back at the fire, “But no. I’m not a personal soldier or whatever. I’m just an agent. I work in the defense department, lots of fighting.”

You hummed quietly and looked back at the fire in silence for a moment before speaking up in a cautious tone, “Was it your dream to become an agent?”

Leon felt his body freeze at that question. He blinked slowly as his expression fell slightly and then looked at you with a pained expression, “No, it’s not.”

Your own expression mimicked his as he continued, “I wanted to be a cop. Like the ones in Brooklyn 99 or Chicago P.D. But after…” he quickly trailed off, deciding whether or not he could tell you about Raccoon City.

“After?” You asked,

“After Raccoon City,” he replied quietly.

You were aware of what happened in Raccoon City. It made global news how the U.S. nuked it’s own people. But no one knew as much as Leon and you could tell that it left him with a big weight on his shoulders.

“When I escaped Raccoon City, my whole life changed… I was no longer the 21 year old rookie cop,” his gaze trailed on, no long focusing on the fire. Right now, he was somewhere else.

“I met this girl, when the whole Raccoon City thing started, she was like 10 or 11- and I couldn’t help but feel… anger. Not at her, obviously, but at everyone else. Children died that day, sisters… brothers… everyone died and I couldn’t save them,” he inhaled sharply,

“It felt like everyone moved on and I’m still stuck in that same fucking time-loop…” he looked down at you, “Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about it. About everything.”

You stared back at him and watched as his eyes told the story. His raw emotions emanated from within, “To this day, I still see them. Every figure and shadow of what remained of that goddamn city. The guilt to not have been able to help… it hurts more than anything in the world.”

He turned to look back at the fire in silence. You’ve never seen someone so hurt. Although it took you by the surprise, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. All those years that went by and he’s still in the same place.

“Is that why you’re helping us? Because you don’t want to feel guilt?” You asked quietly.

He nodded, “If I can help… I wouldn’t let the opportunity pass by. I’ll take hold of whatever chance I get to save people.”

You stared at him for a moment in silence. It was very noble of him basically risking his life for people- dangerous but very noble.

"You know," you started quietly, "I didn't even know how to fight before.. all of this even started." Leon raised his brow at you and then chuckled. He shook his head and stared back at you, "I can tell. When we first fought, you had so many openings."

You rolled your eyes at him and then looked back at orange flames, "Give me a break. I was just some random girl working in a canteen... before chaos took place," memories of when the soldiers first came with their tanks filled your mind. You sat there in silence before finally saying something. If he basically trauma dumped on you then why shouldn't you as well?

"My brother died from a soldier," you mumbled softly as you fiddled with the bread, "He was out with his friends one night and some soldiers came up to him. They tried to arrest him but he resisted and eventually... he got shot."

The words barely came out of your mouth. It was painful to rethink about all of the deaths that happened, but Leon knew that. He understands the pain.

"I'm sorry about your brother," he mumbled. You swatted your hand in the air before looking back at him, "He wasn't the only one I lost. I lost my two friends from my job... we got bombed and one of them got squashed by a building and the other... bled to death..."

Leon remained silent as he listened to you. He may not have been there when all of that happened, but he knew the pain.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, "And now Yarina is dead, and I became the leader of her group... I feel like life is mocking me. It's like, 'Hey! You lost your friends but don't worry! You'll lose more people'... These types of battles don't go well- i know that. But a part of me wishes that i should've just left. Left for America for a better future... Instead, I'm stuck here leading a rebellion." You took a bite out the bread and got quiet. Leon was just watching you, reading you. He could tell you were in a lot of pain, more pain than you believe.

He sighed and looked back at the fire, "Life's been shitty to the both of us, huh?"

The ends of your lips curled up slightly as you nodded, "Pretty much."

"You look young... life can get better for you, trust me," he mumbled softly.

"I don't feel young. Does it ever actually get better?" you asked as you turned your head to look at him.

He looked back at you and shook his head, "No, it doesn't... but you learn to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it... I want to forget everything ever even happened. I want to live a normal life..."

Leon looked at you with sad eyes, "But that's not the case, is it? You can dream all you want but the hard truth will always drag you back to reality... and it's a reality you must live in."

You stared into his eyes for a moment in silence as he stared back at you. The atmosphere was complicated. One minute you were cautious of him and then the next you express your inner emotions to him. And now the tension was high. For what? You don't know but you could swear you saw his eyes drift down to your lips.

It's not like you were a virgin, you had your own experiences. But yet, you felt something starting to build inside you and you could almost see it in him as well. Feelings were growing when they shouldn't be.

Your eyes drifted down to his and you leaned a little closer. But your subconscious mind pulled you back. You turned your head away, "We shouldn't..." you whispered.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your lips, "Says who?"

"This is wrong. It feels wrong... I mean, we're in the middle of an incoming war. Is it even okay?"

Leon brought his hand to your cheek and gently forced you to look back at him, "You're not killing anybody. It's okay," he whispered as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You swallowed and allowed him to gently pull you towards him. You closed your eyes and felt his breath on your face as he brought you two together.

His lips landed on yours in a soft kiss. Lips so soft and tender despite the environment. He kissed you gently and brought you closer as you rested your hands on his shoulders. His free hand traveling to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. You gasped softly against his lips and he took the opportunity to bring his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue entangled itself with your tongue. It felt so intimate yet so calm. He was kissing you as if he didn't want to hurt you. You've been hurt far too much already but this kiss felt like a band-aid on top of your scars.

He pulled apart to catch his breath, eyes opening to look at your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were already staring at his. He brushed some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. There was a moment of silence as the two of you just sat there staring at each other.

"Rest," he whispered, "We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

You nodded slowly and laid down on your side, giving your back to Leon. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Leon watched as you fell asleep, he took off his jacket and laid it on top of you. So many thoughts lingered in Leon's mind but he also had questions about your previous conversation.

He knew death was inevitable but seeing everyone- including you- fight with so much resolve made him believe that you had the opportunity to do something he couldn't.

To save people.

He wasn't jealous or mad, rather, he felt a sense of guilt. He didn't want to see you die. Leon wanted to see you and the rest of your people overthrow the government. He beg the heavens above to let you live just a little bit longer if it meant seeing you free this country.

He'd plead to whoever.

-

An announcement alarm went off and the TV from the tower turned on. Flashing images of people lined up, kneeling down with bags over their heads, with soldiers behind them pointing their guns at their heads.

You woke up as stared at the screen, which Leon did was well. The two of you watched as the soldiers began to shoot the people one by one. Their bodies falling limp against the floor and letting the blood pool around them.

Your heart felt heavy and you tried to move but couldn't. You were frozen in place.

"We've captured more traitors who must pay the price for their treason," President Mendez said.

You felt anger. Some were children.

In a fit of anger, you took your gun and dashed out of the ruined building you were in. Leon followed behind you, "Wait- where are you going?"

You ignored him and kept walking. He ran behind you and pulled your arm to stop you, "Y/n..."

Eyes welling up with tears of anger, you looked at him with so much anger, "Those were kids. And she's killing them like pieces in a game. I need to do something-" you harshly pulled your arm away from him and ran towards the tower. Leon quickly caught up to you and hooked his arm around your waist. He hoisted you up in the air and you thrashed in his hold.

You cried. Sobbed and screamed in anger. The once silent abandoned city was now filled with your angry screams.

"Let me go!" You struggled against him, but he didn't move. He knew you were going through a meltdown, and it wasn't safe for you to act in a fit of anger.

"I said let me go!!... let me go," your head fell forward as he slowly put you down on the floor. You clung to him as you cried loudly. You were so angry and hurt. This was the last straw for you.

It was heartbreaking, really. There was nothing you could do except watch as these innocent people died. President Mendez won this battle but you vowed to yourself that you'll win this war.

War.

You declared war.

-

Both you and Leon walked back to base. Something changed in you as you walked through the halls and towards the meeting room.

You slammed your fists on the table, "Send a message to the president," you started with anger on your tone and face.

"Tell her that tomorrow morning, we will start a war. And we will win this war."

The other insurgents looked at you and then at Leon who stood behind you. They all stood still and you only got more angry.

"I said- send her a fucking message that says we declare war on her. Now."

[oshlet]

Customised variant of the Lohan-Scott 'Dope' Light Mech. Modifications tend towards making it easier to repair in-field and being more robust overall: The large head unit which contains a laser has been switched for a smaller, better armoured replacement, and the forward camera has been removed entirely, with an analogue periscope in its place. Main armament is a 4-aperture converging laser rifle. For anti-armour combat, all four lasers fire simultaneously while for soft targets, they're instead ripple-fired to increase fire-rate. At the right shoulder sits a 2x5 grenade launcher loaded with 'Sink' munitions - air bursting grenades with a mixed payload of hot smoke and reflective strips, capable of confounding radar, visual and infrared sensors while also disrupting laser fire. The left shoulder is fitted with a high-frequency deflector shield, capable of redirecting lower mass, supersonic projectiles - namely cannon rounds or anti-tank missiles. The energy draw of such a system is immense, so it can only be activated for short periods. Furthermore, it has limits with regards to especially high-energy impacts like railguns and is utterly useless against lower-speed kinetics like melee weapons.

[novankenn]

Perfection - A Homecoming (Ch8)

Pyrrha wrung her hands as she stepped towards the what she could see was a reinforced fire-door, which was currently being propped open by a yellow painted rock. Stepping over the threshold she entered the mud-room, and stopped dead in her tracks.

She estimated the room to be about 5m x 5m. It was brightly illuminated by very bright white LEDs. However it was more the contents of the room that gave her pause. Lining the walls was an array of rifles that would make Ruby swoon. There were various sizes of large bore rifles, including a couple more anti-material rifles.

Multiple heavily modified assault rifles, and what she thought might possibly be single shot grenade launchers. And along the floor beneath the array of weapons were a line of steel ammo boxes.

Pyrrha: What the fuck type of place did you grow up in Jaune?

????: He grew up in a loving family, that just happens to be saddled with the job of keeping the Rest of Remnant from becoming dinner.

Startled by the stern but somehow also soft voice Pyrrha stumbled back and snapped her eyes about to focus on the figure standing in the doorway at the far side of the mud-room. She was a shapely woman, probably a head taller than Ruby. She was dressed in desert camo cargo pants, dusty black boots, and a tan tank-top.

Hanging from her side, just with in reach of her left hand was a nasty looking pistol, that Pyrrha assumed was probably a semi-automatic.

Pyrrha: I'm sorry? I didn't... didn't mean to insult anyone.

The figure stepped forward out of the shadowed doorway into the well lit room. She had shoulder length greying blond hair, a motherly face, and definitely bore a resemblance to Jaune. Her smile was both disarming but uninviting.

????: So I take it you're the hot-dish that followed Jaune here. What's you name?

Pyrrha: Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos. I'm Jaune's partner from Beacon. He's also the leader of our team.

????: Well he seems to be doing okay for himself. It is nice to meet you Pyrrha. My name is Jasmine Arc. I'm Jaune's mother.

Pyrrha: It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Arc.

Jasmine: So truth time. I have no interest in excuses or bull-shit. Why did you come here with Jaune?

Pyrrha: I... um... I...

Jasmine: Listen and listen good, Pyrrha. This is no place for a holiday, or to be distracted by feelings. You are either on your toes and focused, or you're graboid chow.

Pyrrha: Yes.

Jasmine: So let's try this again. Why did you come here?

Pyrrha: Jaune needed the moral support, and I like him. Like him as in more than friends...

Jasmine: I see.

Pyrrha: Jaune also said you'd give me a "crash course"?

Jasmine: That I can. Come on get your pert little ass inside the main house. I'll let you know the basics.

Pyrrha: Pert ass?

Jasmine turned about and stepped through the doorway she had entered the mud-room through. She waved at her shoulder for Pyrrha to follow. Taking a second to steady her nerves, Pyrrha did as she was asked.

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