Hi, yes, I'm starting a new story, please don't crucify me immediately, let me explain myself first.
For the people who follow me already, I got the idea for this fic around the time I introduced Allie into Grimm Retreat, and felt like writing this whenever I didn't feel like writing for Grimm Retreat. It's a side project, basically.
For the newcomers who have literally never heard of my sorry ass before, I've been writing a RWBY – Fallout New Vegas crossover called Grimm Retreat, specifically a rewrite because I felt the original version was trash (which it was). The rewrite's been doing pretty well, and it's sort of a clusterfuck of ideas and things I've kind of absorbed via osmosis from the rest of the fanfiction community (generally crossovers). Point is, I introduced an AI companion for Courier Six called Allie, who is functionally identical to Cortana from Halo. This is significant because her avatar or whatever you want to call it looks like 9A-91, from, well, Girls Frontline. That's because Allie IS 9A-91, at least her avatar is. That kind of gave me the idea to jump on a Girls Frontline fanfic, since I felt like I would need something to write for other than just writing Grimm Retreat. Variety is the spice of life and all that shit, plus I've been really getting into GFL, and since I can be accurately described as a gun fetishist in every sense of the word, writing a Girls Frontline fanfiction is like fucking heaven for me.
SO, let me lay out some ground level shit you can expect from this fic in general.
This fanfiction doesn't have a set schedule for updates. I update when I feel like it. If I get bored of writing for Grimm Retreat, I'll come write for Girls and Guns until I get bored of that, and then I go write for Grimm Retreat, rinse and repeat. Sometimes I'll leapfrog them if I'm feeling particularly creative.
If Grimm Retreat is anything to go by, the canons in my fanfiction are flexible. It's a sacrifice I have to make for creative liberties, but I don't think anyone's gonna be particularly booty blasted that 9A-91 goes from being like 4'5" to 5'4" or anything like that. Kar98k will get a fucking huge downsizing of her rifle assuming I even decide to put her in the story properly, purely as an example.
This is the most important bit, the story progresses in G&G as I progress through the game, and it is incredibly important to note that I AM PLAYING ON THE ENGLISH SERVER, NOT THE CHINESE, TAIWANESE, OR KOREAN SERVER, MEANING I AM AT BARE MINIMUM TWO YEARS BEHIND ON THE STORY EVENTS
Now that I've gone over the basics for how the fanfiction will work, let's get into some specifics about what will actually change.
-Pretty much everyone will get a redesign of some sort. Whether it's as simple as giving the UMP sisters a ballistic vest or as significant as clothing G41, or completely changing PPK's clothes, people will have redesigns. The only exception to this rule are Helian, Persica, and Kryuger, who I generally have no problems with design wise. They're a bit goofy, sure, but they're mostly fine.
-The Commander will NOT be the one you see on the loading screen 4komas. This is because I personally think the Commander that you see in the loading screens looks fucking stupid, and I want my main characters to look how I want them to, not like how some Korean artist wants them to look. Sorry, but this is my story, so I get to decide shit.
-Area S09's base will be northeast of the Russian city of Vladivostok. It's far enough and remote enough for there to be no other commanders in the area to respond aside from the player, as indicated by Helian's prologue dialogue. Also, given the proximity of the base to China, Mongolia, and North Korea, I'll probably have missions take place in those areas, maybe Japan if I really want to stretch it. The missions will largely take place in and around the Primorsky Krai region of Russia to give you a frame of reference.
-Battles won't be stupid Battle of Geonosis type fights over open ground with zero cover and minimal tactics. I plan on actually having the T-Dolls intelligently engage targets and not just be fucking morons in combat. I also plan on having elements like armored vehicle support, air support, and artillery take place in larger battles, and while I recognize that fairies are a thing, they'll be there for smaller battles. The most support you'll see for the Commander initially is mortar support, though.
-There will be two new types of T-Doll, one is called the Launcher type. They're anti-tank and anti-air specialists armed with anything that can be generalized as a rocket launcher, like the SMAW, M72 LAW, RPG-7, or Panzerschreck. Certain dolls like PTRD, M2HB, DSR-50, and NTW-20 will gain the ability to damage or destroy light vehicles and light tanks if I really want to break your suspension of disbelief. The other type of T-Doll is vehicle crew, so if there is a vehicle more advanced than, say, a Humvee, it has its own type. This basically boils down to Tank Dolls, Helicopter Dolls, and Jet Dolls.
-Dummy links are basically extra lives, and death is permanent for T-Dolls. If the lead doll in a link dies, their consciousness is transferred to one of the dummies. If they run out of dolls, they die for good.
I believe that's everything, so let's get this show on the road.
SECTOR S09, G&K FOB
WEST OF VLADIVOSTOK
4:30 AM
"This is not your grave, but you are welcome in it…"
"I have brought Death to your doorstep." the SF doll said, holding up a bruised and bloodied M4A1 by her throat. "Now, open your eyes." she commanded. M4 gulped, and opened her eyes. She saw the SF doll, even more pissed than before. Her clothes were torn, and one of her eyes was now glowing orange. The fires that broke out during their fight were raging directly behind her, steadily growing larger. "Look at me, Tactical Doll M4A1, look at me." She commanded, clearly enjoying the power trip. The SF doll tightened her grip, started to gloat. "It's time for your finale, and you must stay till the show is over." M4 coughed, and tried to struggle against her grip. "A..gent…." She struggled to say. The SF doll cocked her head to the left. "Interesting. Even the look in your eyes is different from theirs in the face of Death." she said. Agent tightened her grip even further. "But this is not the look I want. I want to see rage, shock, indignation!" Correction, Agent wasn't enjoying her power trip, she was high on it.
M4 coughed again, but was barely able to, due to the pressure on her throat. Agent continued talking. "You've stolen something very important to the Master. Do you think you can just leave?" M4 had half a mind to tell her 'yes', but she preferred being alive. "I'll kill you first, then your AR team, then the Griffin T-Dolls still slaving away under you." Agent said, smugly. Nevermind being alive, then. "Very soon, you will all be at a loss, like infants with no parents. They'll struggle without any leadership, and will all fall to us easily. All you have to do is die, and you will in just a few more seconds!" Agent said, tightening her grip even further. M4 braced for the inevitable, but suddenly a shot rang out, and M4 felt Agent's grip loosen, and M4 fell to the ground.
"Never was a fan of monologuing, gotta say." a familiar voice said. M4 looked towards the source of the voice, and saw M16 standing over Agent's body. M4 let out a few coughs, and got up. M16 smiled at her sister. "Yeah yeah, snatched you from the jaws of Death again, haven't I?" she said. M4 smiled back, before getting serious again. "M16, what's the SITREP? SOPMOD and AR-15 aren't with you…" she said. Suddenly, AR-15 and SOPMOD appeared in a hole in the wall.
"We're back, but Sangvis Reinforcements are close. We need to get moving, or this entire operation will be FUBAR." AR-15 said.
SOPMOD spoke up. "Fireteams Rommel, Volga, and Prague are close to the objective point. The plan is to link up with them and have them hold off SF elements until we can achieve the objective." she said. M4 was about to talk, but M16 beat her to it.
"M4, you sure you can issue commands right now?" she said, obviously concerned for her sister's well being.
M4 winced at the pain. "I need you to repair me, M16. I'll run diagnostics on my command systems." she said.
"10-4. SOP, AR, watch the hole while I fix M4." M16 commanded. AR-15 and SOP nodded, and took up position near the hole in the wall, while M16 got to work.
SECTOR S09, TEMPORARY COMMAND POST
4:39 AM
M4 let herself in to the makeshift command post, and immediately saw STG-44, PPSh-41, and Skorpion, the leaders of Rommel, Volga, and Prague, respectively. They were poring over a table with a map of the AO on it, and hadn't noticed her presence, so she coughed to make herself known. They all turned to her, and PPSh was the first one to greet her.
"Privyet, comrade! We were beginning to think you didn't make it! Do you have the intel?" She said cheerily, bottle of vodka in hand.
M4 nodded, flashed the disc she was carrying, and moved towards the table. "Look, there's been a change of plans. We've gone loud, and SF knows we're here. SF reinforcements are roughly 20 mikes out, and that's being generous. Judging from the map of the AO, we can't directly pass through the forest to get to the beacon. There's some sort of impassable terrain that blocks direct access, so we have to go the long way." M4 said, pointing to the relevant locations.
"So? What does that mean, M4?" Skorpion asked, twirling one of her guns around her finger.
"It means we won't be able to make it on foot, Skorpion. It also means that we need teams to hold the line until we can disable the alarm beacon. There are three choke points around the CP that lead to the road to the beacon. You three and your squads need to hold the line, even if it means you have to hold on until the bitter end." M4 said. STG, PPSh, and Skorpion all shuddered at the thought of dying. "Believe me, I wouldn't ask this of you if I knew there was any other way. STG, you and Rommel have to hold the north, most of their armored support is likely to come from that direction, so your Panzers should fare well against them. I'll also need one of your Kubelwagens, or everything we've done will be for nothing." M4 said, looking at STG, and STG nodded, motioning to the MP40 standing guard nearby to prepare a Kubelwagen. "Skorpion, you have to hold the east. The SF airbase is out that way, and you're the only one with the MANPADS that can challenge their air superiority. I don't think much infantry will be coming your way, but be prepared anyways." M4 said. Skorpion nodded, her face visibly nervous. M4 turned to look at PPSh. "The bulk of their infantry should be coming your way, Papasha. Nothing that you haven't handled before, but still, be careful." M4 said, eyeing PPSh-41.
"Nothing to worry about, comrade! Everyone in Volga has the memories of those who've fought against impossible odds before. For us, this is nothing!" She said, smiling at M4.
The MP40 from earlier came back, and whispered something in STG's ear, and she nodded. "Anything else?" STG asked.
M4's face went blank for a moment. "Keep in contact over shortwave. If any one line falls, everyone needs to know. Have everyone in your squads set their frequencies to 40.4." She said. STG moved for the door, motioning for M4 to follow her.
4:44 AM
STG slapped the hood of the Kubelwagen. "You're all set to go, M4. Take care, now." STG said, offering a handshake to M4, which she took.
"Take care." was all M4 said, before she hopped into the Kubelwagen. Everyone else from Anti-Rain was already in the car, so M4 didn't have to wait for anyone. She put the keys in the ignition, and drove out of the camp towards the beacon.
4:47 AM
The radio crackled, and PPSh's voice came over the radio. "Fireteam Volga is in position, comrades!"
4:50 AM
The radio crackled again, and now Skorpion was talking. "Fireteam Prague, in position! There's plenty of open ground from where I'm looking."
4:51 AM
M4's radio crackled again, and there was heavy static. "Fireteam Rommel…po..tion! H.. py, M4?" M4 could barely make out STG's voice from the static.
"Fireteam Rommel, we're passing out of range. Repeat last, over." M4 spoke into the radio.
The radio crackled again. "AR T..am…p…sit…" was all that came out before the signal went dead. M4 put the radio away, and kept driving. If she had to guess, they were about halfway to the beacon by now.
"AR Team, respond! Fireteam Rommel is in position!" STG shouted into the radio. MP40 walked up to STG.
"They've passed out of range. Contacting them right now is no use, STG." she said. STG sighed in exasperation, and took up position near one of the Tigers.
4:57 AM
There was a faint buzzing sound in the distance.
Skorpion pulled out her radio and spoke into it. "We've got helicopters incoming!" she said, alerting Volga and Rommel. She turned to her Iglas, waited for a visual on the helicopters, and directed them to fire on them when they could. It took a second, and suddenly, five missiles went flying towards the incoming helicopters. Some of them dumped flares, but couldn't dodge in time, others just accepted their fate and let themselves get hit. All five of the incoming helicopters went down.
Skorpion spoke into her radio again. "Scratch that, helicopters are out."
4:58 AM
There was a faint stomping in the distance. "Sounds like we've got company…" STG said to herself. Suddenly, the radio crackled.
"Killing me once is truly commendable for trash dolls like you." the voice said. "This time I'm bringing more dummies. You'll be making their acquaintance soon." it finished.
The stomping was getting louder.
STG pulled out her radio. "Shove it up your ass, Sangvis scum." she said. There was only laughter on the other end of the radio, and then the signal went dark. "Prepare for contact! Panzer IVs, load AP! Tigers, load HE! Panzerschrecks, load HEAT!" she yelled over the radio.
The stomping stopped, and suddenly the tension in the air grew so thick STG felt like she was going to suffocate.
There was then a loud impact on the road directly in front of Fireteam Rommel, which kicked up a significant amount of dirt. When it cleared, at least 12 SF walkers were directly in front of the fireteam.
"Open fire!" STG yelled, and then an earth shattering explosion that consisted of two 88mm guns, four 75mm guns, and the explosions of five Panzerschreck rockets rang out, kicking up even more dirt. "MGs, open up!" STG yelled into the radio again. For the next ten seconds, you would be forgiven if you thought you were in a lumber mill, because exactly 17 MG34s and 5 MG42s ripped into the cloud of dirt.
"Hold your fire, hold your fire!" STG commanded over the radio. Shortly after, the MG fire ended, and the dirt cloud cleared.
Where there were once 12 Sangvis Ferri mech walkers, now sat a pile of burnt, burning, and exploded parts and limbs. STG didn't immediately notice it, but there was a 13th body behind the pile, missing her lower body. STG stood up, and walked towards the body of the T-Doll, and heard her uttering something.
"2..36…9….85..5..5" the doll painfully tried to say. STG kicked her in the face, and then put her boot directly on her chest, pressing down, and pointing her weapon at the bisected doll's face.
"''Trash dolls like us', huh? Funny, I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who got bisected for pulling a stupid maneuver like that." STG said smugly, pressing her boot harder on the doll's chest.
The doll looked at her with malice. "Go to hell, Griffin scum." she tried to spit in STG's face, but could only cough up synthetic blood. "You've already lost. You'll be outflanked soon enough." The doll started to laugh.
"Oh, you mean the helicopter attack? We blew you out of the sky a few minutes ago, not sure if you were paying attention. We've only got one front left. You lose." STG said, enjoying her chance at being smug.
The doll's face changed to one of shock and horror. "That means there's only one of…no, no, no!" she yelled, panicking. STG put the barrel of her gun to the doll's head, and shot three times, killing the doll.
STG pulled out the radio and turned it on. "Fireteam Rommel here, tag 12 walkers and one SF dummy as KIA. Last front's on you, Papasha." STG said, before turning the radio off.
5:04 AM
"Good work, comrade STG!" PPSh said into the radio. Fireteam Volga had set up undetonated ordinance taken from an abandoned T-72 on a bridge that was the only way in, with full intent on blowing it. PPSh had everyone in Volga positioned behind cover so the advancing infantry wouldn't immediately be suspicious. The enemy infantry would have to cross two bridges before they got to the rigged one. She also had the foresight to place Mosin at a higher level of elevation from the rest of the fireteam, primarily to pick off the dummy of the doll that had decided to taunt them over the radio. PPSh had full faith in Mosin to do her job, and leave the infantry to the rest of the fireteam.
Mosin looked down the hill and onto the road ahead. She saw the infantry column marching forward around a bend further up. She was under strict order NOT to fire until the dummy was in sight and the infantry were on the rigged bridge. She had no question whether she could make the shot or not, she had the memories and the skills of the White Death with her, after all. It was the rest of Volga she was concerned about.
The infantry column had now crossed the first bridge.
Most of the T-Dolls in Volga wouldn't be able to hold out against a sustained assault. Papasha can shoot fast, sure, but her weapon is chambered in a pistol caliber, meaning she does basically squat for actual damage, plus her preference for the drum magazines means her gun frequently misfeeds, and Nagant would get slaughtered in a straight up slugfest. SKS and herself would probably get destroyed if they tried to be anything other than snipers. The only one Mosin was completely confident in to come out unscathed in a proper fight was DP28, because she shot the same cartridge that Mosin did, and her accuracy wasn't everywhere like Papasha's.
The column had now crossed the second bridge, and the dummy was in sight.
Mosin trained her irons on the dummy, and waited for the column to start crossing the third bridge. She was the signal to start the ambush.
The dummy looked wary, but wasn't looking up. As soon as the column was halfway across the bridge, Mosin made her move.
BANG!
The dummy dropped dead, and there was a moment of confusion from the infantry column before Volga started the ambush. Papasha threw a grenade directly onto the bridge, which caused the unexploded ordinance to detonate, and sent the whole bridge up in a plume of fire and debris, plus about ¾ of the infantry column went up with the bridge. DP28 then began suppressing where the column was supposed to be, dropping a significant portion of them. Finally, Mosin and SKS started laying into the survivors. In under a minute, the entire column was wiped out.
Mosin smiled to herself. She was glad she was wrong about her squadmates this time.
PPSh pulled out her radio. "Comrades, this is Fireteam Volga, we've just wiped the infantry column out. Scratch 30 traitors to the revolution, and one dummy. Any word from AR Team?" PPSh said into the radio.
"Nein, Papasha. They've been radio silent for a while. Hold position for now, and wait until we hear back from them." STG said over the radio.
"Da, of course, comrade STG." PPSh said into the radio, before turning it off.
5:07 AM
There was a very, very faint rumbling in the distance.
Skorpion looked around for the source of the noise. "What could possibly be making that sound?" she mumbled to herself.
It got louder, and louder, and Skorpion kept looking. Igla hadn't seemed to have noticed anything wrong, so it couldn't have been another helicopter, could it?
The sound was practically right on top of her when she realized what it was, and she frantically went for her radio.
"Jet! They have a jet! Get to cover, sca-!" Skorpion was cut off by a bomb exploding directly behind her. For Skorpion, the world went dark.
"Skorpion? Skorpion, respond! Come in, Skorpion!" STG shouted over the radio. The jet was getting incredibly close. When STG got no response, she took matters into her own hands.
"Move it, people! Out of the tanks, schnell! We need to scatter, or we'll all be blown to bi-!" STG was also cut off by a bomb detonating right in the middle of Fireteam Rommel's formation, incinerating everyone.
Papasha was panicked. "Comrade Skorpion? Comrade STG? Anyone? Please, come in!" she said desperately into the radio, hoping someone would respond. The jet was closing, and Papasha felt the end coming. She motioned for Fireteam Volga to scatter. "Scatter! Davai, davai, move it, or we'll be ashes in the wi-!" PPSh was cut off by the third bomb exploding in front of her, killing her instantly.
Mosin couldn't believe what had just happened. Everyone in Fireteam Volga except for her had just been wiped away, taken in an instant. No goodbyes, no glorious final stand, just a single bomb wiping away her friends and the history they had, just like that, at a snap of the fingers.
She just stared at the carnage, and listened to the sound of the jet getting further away. Eventually, she stood up, and started walking north, intending on exiling herself in the frozen wastes. As far as she was concerned, she was done being a tactical doll fighting in this war.
"Listen to that. Three explosions, probably bombs, if that jet that flew by is any indication." AR-15 said.
"I'm breaking radio silence. We should be in range again." M4 said, pulling out her shortwave.
Skorpion's world was still dark, but she was slowly starting to regain her hearing.
"Firetea… Vol..a..Prague….mel, pl..ease resp..nd!" a faint voice said.
Skorpion opened her eyes, and saw the that the entire area was engulfed in fire and was destroyed. There were some figures moving around, but she couldn't quite make out their silhouettes.
"Skorpion, Papasha, STG, anyone, respond!" the voice said. Skorpion recognized it as M4's voice. Skorpion crawled towards the radio, and was about to grab it, but someone else picked it up,
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame. You fight so hard to save your friends, only to get obliterated by a measly airstrike. How pathetic." the person said. Skorpion was lifted up by her throat, and made to stare the person directly in the face. The person, now having revealed herself as a Sangvis Ferri doll, clicked the radio, and started speaking.
"There's nowhere you can run, AR Team. I've obliterated all of your friends. There's no one left to save you. However, I do believe one of your friends has some.. choice words to say to you." the SF doll said, moving the radio towards Skorpion. She struggled against the doll's grip. "Go on, say what you really feel about the AR Team leaving you and your friends to die." The doll started laughing maniacally. Skorpion fished around in her jacket with her free arm until she found what she was looking for. "I think… that… you should go to hell, Sangvis scum!" Skorpion yelled, as she slammed a live grenade into the doll's mouth. She let go of Skorpion, stumbled back screaming, and then her head exploded. Skorpion was knocked unconscious again, but the last thing she saw was Ingram and one of the Iglas getting dragged away.
"I can't believe it… they actually…" M4 struggled to find words to express how she was feeling.
SOPMOD cracked her knuckles. "I'm gonna rip the fuckin' arms off of that Sangvis scum and beat her to death with them." she said angrily.
M16 spoke up. "Focus, guys. They knew the risks, and they've bought us this chance. Don't throw it away."
M4 took a second to compose herself. "Right, we're not far from the beacon now." she said, stepping on the pedal.
5:12 AM
"Beacon's off, guys." M16 yelled from the top of the beacon.
M4 sighed in relief. "Good, that's one less problem we have to deal with. Now, how are we going to get out of here? We're surrounded, and that Sangvis might still be out there." M4 said, observing her surroundings.
"We'll use backup Plan C." M16 said, watching the reactions of everyone. Everyone's face turned to one of shock.
"You mean…I return to Griffin HQ alone, and get help?" M4 asked, making sure M16 wasn't making a mistake.
"Yes, we'll scatter and draw their attention while you make a break for it." M16 said, dead serious.
M4 looked worried. "What if that Sangvis is still out there?" she asked.
M16 smiled confidently. "If it is still out there, we'll handle it. This is the safest way, I swear, M4. Now go, we're wasting time as it is." she said, trying to reassure her younger sister.
"…Understood, be careful. All of you." M4 said, before moving into the treeline.
"Alright everyone, scatter and draw SF attention away from M4!" M16 commanded, motioning for the team to spread out.
7:30 AM
System Report. No response from Tactical Doll squadron [Anti-Rain Team] for an extended period of time.
"…Call request, connect me to Griffin HQ."
…
…
…Connected.
A middle aged man appeared on the monitor. "Things have been going terribly today. You better have good news for me, Persica."
"Right, the good news is that the AR Team has the data on SF. The bad news is that we've lost contact with them roughly an hour after Sangvis Ferri assaulted the area. We have no idea where they are, I'm afraid." Persica said.
The man rubbed his face, and sighed. "That's the T-Doll squad most capable of independent operation in all of Griffin, Persica."
"I know that better than anyone. That's why we have to rescue them as soon as-" Persica was cut off by the man.
"The area they're in isn't under Griffin jurisdiction. We can't just waltz in there and take them back, Persica."
Persica was tempted to make a quip about the man being Russian, and having a tendency of getting in places he shouldn't be and doing what he wants, but held her tongue. She sighed. "Is there really no other way? M4 and the others…"
"I'll think of something, Persica. Just remember, you owe us. Helian, tell me, which Griffin commander is stationed closest to the area?"
"…I just looked into it, the commander in area S09 is a rookie."
"Just our luck. How much field experience does he have?"
"According to his file, he commanded a counter-terrorist squad for SOCOM in the United States, primarily around Anchorage, Alaska, and along the old Alaskan-Canadian border. As for something on this scale? He's about as fresh as a newborn."
"When did he report for duty, Helian?"
"According to the records… only five minutes ago?!"
aaaand that's chapter 1
so, to clarify on some things:
Agent is dead, kaput. She isn't coming back, she lost all five dummies. I have an idea of who to replace her with come Chapter 4, but I'm not saying shit because lmao spoilers.
The SOCOM that the Commander is mentioned leading a squad for is NOT the SOCOM from the later chapters of Girls Frontline. THAT SOCOM is actually called KSSO in real life, which is the Russian equivalent to the American SOCOM. For whatever reason, MICA Team gave a Russian organization the name of its American equivalent, only to fix it retroactively. No idea why, but whatever.
Mosin will come back later. I'm a firm believer in Chekov's gun as a literary device. I want to use every element I put in the stories, nothing wasted, and that includes waifu gun dolls that kick like mules and also happen to basically be reincarnations of Simo Hayha, patron saint of commie killers.
The set of numbers that Agent was saying was a grid reference for the CAS run. I originally planned on having the jet be an A10 doing a gun run because lol brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt, but ended up having it be an Su-25 Frogfoot because it makes more sense for there to be an Su-25 in the Russian far east performing CAS than for an A10 Warthog to do it. The brrrrrrt will come soon enough, though, I promise.
If you have a problem with Fireteam Rommel using Tiger 1s and Panzer IVs, let me point out that G&K/IOP manufactures the WA2000, the XM8 and the G11, all of which are rare (or in the XM8's case, incredibly uncommon) rifles. I don't think manufacturing Tiger 1s and Panzer IVs is entirely out of the question.
Leave your reviews, and I'll get to them when I write the next chapter.
'Till next time.
-Tweak