Chapter 6: A Dinner Chat and Martyrdom
Present Time, Alderhorst Restaurant, Atlas
Jaune wipe away some stray dust that had gotten on his uniform's shoulder; his earlier visit to Stahl Arms had been extremely fruitful. The company, close to shutting down due to the SDC jacking dust prices up on its competitors, was open to suggestions and offers, and what Jaune offered gave them plenty of work in the future, while Jaune got to pretty much hand them blueprints of the very weapons he wanted them to manufacture.
Jaune submitted the technical specs of the MP57 PDW, the HKFN-22 assault rifle, the MG-3 light machine gun, the Panzerfaust anti-tank rocket launcher, and the Starstreak MANPADS, all of which made the CEO of Stahl Arms, Johan Stahl, very excited, especially when he learned that none of the weapons relied on dust. Johan promised Jaune that the first shipment of weapons would be ready by the end of the month. They had discussed heavier weapons that would require vehicles, but Johan had refused as they needed to see how the gunpowder and rocket fuel composition that Jaune gave them for the man portable weapons would fare first, before ramping up to larger weapons.
Jaune had understood, slightly annoyed that he would have to wait for things like Leopards and Gepards to begin rolling out of factory lines, but if he could get his basic infantry well trained and versed with the weapons he used in his time with the ECA, then he could easily begin outperforming most of the current militaries on Remnant.
But right now he had a dinner-date to keep…at one of the most expensive restaurants in Remnant. Yeah, he really shouldn't have agreed so quickly, but thankfully, do to his situation, General Ironwood had been…forgiving. Yes, as Ironwood had said 'its better than agreeing to give her a tour of the R&D of the Atlesian military'.
"Hello Jaune." Jaune turned to the voice and saw Lisa Lavender, this time wearing a black dress with dark purple accents.
"Good evening Lisa," Jaune said, offering his hand. Lisa accepted and the two walked up to the reception stand.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" the attendant inquired.
"Yes, we've dinner reservations under the name Maximillian," Jaune said. The attendant checked her log, nodding once she found the reservation.
"Ah yes, I see," the attendant said. "Right this way sir, madam." Jaune and Lisa quietly followed the attendant towards the far end of the restaurant towards a small private table in the back corner. Neither minded it, Lisa because it provided privacy and Jaune preferred it because he could keep threats away from one angle.
"A waiter will be with you in just a moment," the attendant informed them as he handed out the menus, before shuffling away.
"So Jaune, why was the reservation under Maximillian, I thought your last name was 'von Kuerten'?" Lisa asked as she began perusing the menu.
"Actually, 'von Kuerten' means 'from Kurten' which is a village that my foster father and I grew up in," Jaune said. Lisa raised an eyebrow.
"Foster father?" Jaune sighed; it was the story he, Winter, and Ironwood agreed to, basically the truth while omitting the fact he was an Arc and spent nineteen years on Earth before ending right back in Remnant.
"My family were killed in bandit raid, and I was subsequently adopted by Wolfgang-Maximillian von Kuerten," Jaune said. "He raised me to be a model soldier, to which I hold nothing but respect for him in doing."
By this time a waiter came over, interrupting their conversation.
"Hello, I'm your waiter for the evening, what do you want to drink?"
"I'll have a white wine, whatever you think is best," Lisa said, inwardly laughing as she knew it would rack up the bill substantially, which probably would be directed towards Winter. The waiter turned to Jaune.
"I'll have a porter," Jaune said. The waiter momentarily frowned before nodding.
"Very well, and have you both decided on what you'll have?" Lisa nodded.
"Yes, I'll have the Filet Mignon, medium rare, with steam vegetables and a stuffed bake potato." Lisa knew that the Alderhorst was notorious for its expensive cuts of steaks.
"And you sir?" the waiter said, fearing that Jaune would order something imbecilic like a hamburger.
"I'll have the sauerbraten with kartoffelklöße," Jaune said. The Waiter paused, trying to recall what Jaune had ordered was before nodding in affirmation.
"Very well sir, madam, your meal will be out shortly." The waiter left, leaving Lisa and Jaune to go back to their conversation.
"So, if he raised you to be a soldier, then why didn't you join the Atlesian Army?" Lisa asked.
"Because the bandits that killed my family harassed the village, making it difficult to leave," Jaune said. "That and my foster father didn't typically agree with the higher ups in the Atlesian Army."
Jaune knew of the heated arguments between his father Wolfgang and the German, eventually ECA, high command, arguing about how operations should be conducted, what risks were permissible, and other things. It wouldn't be too far for Jaune to imagine the state of wrath Wolfgang would have been in upon seeing the state of Atlas's military.
"I see, so I take it you were a part of the village's militia?" Lisa asked. Jaune nodded. "I see, I can now understand a little about why you would be so…angry about the Huntsmen's neglect of the villages."
Their drinks arrived, and while Lisa sipped her wine, Jaune took a large drink from his porter. Lisa then turned her attention to Jaune, wanting to understand something she had read in stacks of paper Jaune had given her.
"So Jaune, mind if I enquire about something I saw with the paperwork you sent with me?" Lisa asked. Jaune nodded, so Lisa continued. "Why do I see no figures for dust consumption? I mean, you're running a PMC, shouldn't at the very least your ammunition stores consume dust?" Jaune finished the drink he was taking before sighing, setting his glass down.
"Honestly, the main point with my PMC will be it doesn't rely on dust," Jaune said. "And trust me, it's not because I underestimate the value of Dust, but where I grew up, we didn't have access to dust, we made our rifles around nitric-based rounds that propel copper-encased lead rounds, which while they aren't as fancy as Dust rounds, are more accurate, have a higher muzzle velocity, and are cheap. Tell, me, do you know how expensive a single dust round that the Atlas's Army's standard service rifle cost?"
"Not really, but I assume pretty cheap given how quickly they are fire out of their rifles," Lisa said. She only knew that because she had been reporting on a story where Atlesian soldiers formed a gun line and poured down bullets onto the Grimm." Jaune shook his head.
"Nope, every time a Atlesian soldier fires his service rifle, he expends 1.2 lien," Jaune said. Lisa, who was taking a sip, choked on her wine, but with Jaune rubbing her back, she got to breathing normally.
"What, then how does anyone afford to use firearms?!" Lisa asked. Jaune sighed.
"Well, the army it makes sense; they are funded by the government, and despite the cutbacks on military R&D and size, none were made to the funding. Also, the SDC, offers incentives for buying in bulk, slashing the prices by half."
"But wait, that would still make it-"
"Point six of a Lien, yes I know," Jaune said. "But the thing is, the rounds I'm going to have for the PMC's standard rifle will cost naught point two of a lien, before taking into account buying in bulk. In essence, my soldiers could fire six rounds, which by the way will be more accurately, than compared to a single Dust round."
"Also, before you enquire about vehicles, I've submitted some designs for some engineers to make dust-free engineers using hydrogen fuel cells, and buildings, well sadly I have to use fossil fuels, which as you know tend to be rather flammable."
"I see, so that's why you don't have a large requirement for dust," Lisa said. She looked at Jaune, and quietly began rewinding their previous conversation and this one, noticing one odd thing; Jaune never looked her straight in the eye. He looked past her, shifted his view elsewhere, anything but looking her in the eye. She put that thought in the back of her mind as their waiter arrived with their meals. She thanked the waiter, before digging in, resolving to unravel Jaune Maximillian. However, little did she know her plans would be interrupted later by forces that she and the rest of Remnant wouldn't be prepared for.
Present Time, Shade Academy, Vacuo
Kelly's hand shook as he marched quietly in his disguise, a simple cloth tunic and pants with a turban, towards his target. The last week had been harrowing and illuminating for Kelly, as he learned that the kingdom he thought he once approved of was as rotted as a week-old corpse.
He saw many Faunus citizens who were overtaxed mining for the dust that was shipped to the outside countries, most with their ribs visible from starvation. He saw children whose families were ripped away from them because the Hunters refused to go so far away from the safety of the large cities to deal with the Grimm. But most importantly he saw that everyone here in the GLA was motivated to see the current rulers of Vacuo taken down and brought to their level.
He saw both humans and Faunus working on makeshift vehicles with weapons bolted on, women crafting the ammunitions for the various weapons the GLA was using, children running combat drills that he only saw in competent military unit, all working together despite their differences because of the injustice, the cruelty, and the hardships they had faced under the current government. And then there was the leadership of the GLA.
Kelly wasn't well informed of who was in command of what, but three people stuck out to him. First was the Mercenary Commander that had captured him, and he obviously led those that were motivated not by zealotry but by greed. Next was a man that Kelly recognized by his name given by the Rangers, 'Sharpton'. He was a notorious bandit leader that had been fighting against Vacou's government and was known for training his men to snipe targets over a kilometer away. But finally, was the man that he had met, and it was clear as day that he was in command of the GLA.
He never learned the man's name, but the way he commanded the Mercenary Commander and Sharpton, it was clear he had plenty of experience in commanding rebel forces. In addition, Kelly knew the man was responsible for the construction of some large scale launch platform that had sandbag walls, vehicle traps, and finally a center concrete structure, with three launch rails arranged in a triangle that pointed into the sky. What it was Kelly never learned, as he had been sent away two days ago for his 'mission of redemption'.
Walking closer, Kelly felt the weight on his chest grow heavier as he neared his target. He passed by the coming citizens. He glanced around, and saw that the festival that Shade Academy was throwing was well underway. He saw families gathered around stalls, various Huntsmen-in-training walking around to maintain the peace, and finally the purpose of his visit at the far end of festival's ground; a stage where Councilman Franz and Professor/Headmaster Lysander were giving a speech.
Kelly made his way quietly, before putting his hand into his pocket, where the trigger to the device on his chest was. He felt a cold tremor run down his spine; he didn't want to die! But if he didn't then his wife and his youngest sons would pay the price, and he would never had made things right for Sarah. He learned that in addition to the bribed jury and judge, it was through Councilman Franz that the father of the bastard who raped his daughter was able to bribe those aforementioned people.
He remembered what he was told before he had disembarked on this mission by the man. You will die on that day, regardless of if you make the ultimate sacrifice or if your daughter has to take you down yourself. So if you want to make a difference, even if it's only for the betterment of your family, then you make sure this bomb vest is within the target area before you detonate, and remember…
Kelly was five meters away before he dashed toward the stage. Several students saw him and moved to intercept, but Kelly quickly pulled out the detonator from his pocket. When he was two meters away, he raised it high definitely into the air, before shouting what he was told to say to start a new war. Kelly sent out one last pray in his mind, begging his family to forgive him, while his voice said another.
"FOR THE VNA!" He depressed the button, and in a hot flash, M183 satchel charge detonated, killing everyone on stage and most of the assembled crowd.
But before people could brace themselves, several more explosions rocked throughout the city, and convoys of technical and up-armored buses crashed through the gates, unloading fanatical soldiers into the fray. It didn't take long for the news to spread, all the way to a high-class restaurant in Atlas.
Present Time, Alderhorst Restaurant, Atlas
"Oh god, you mean-"
"Yeah, I landed face first in horse shit," Jaune said, sighing in memory of the time his foster father Wolfgang tried to teach Jaune how to ride on horseback. It hadn't ended well; not even five minutes on the horseback he was bucked off and landed in a pile of its shit.
He and Lisa had spent the time they dinner had arrived to discuss their personal lives, and while Lisa's life was filled with achieving her aspirations of becoming a major news anchor, Jaune told tales of his life with Wolfgang, while avoiding the pitfalls that would lead to difficult questions.
As Lisa giggled at the thought of a younger Jaune falling face first into horse manure, Jaune had glanced around, before he felt his eyes widen in shock at something he saw on the television the restaurant had over its bar.
Getting up and ignoring Lisa's question as to where he was going, Jaune closed the distance, his right hand shaking and the phantom memories of pain shooting up his left leg as he read the news caption for what was on the TV. No one else was paying attention, all intent on enjoying their meals, but that was because the TV was silent. Looking at the barkeep, Jaune pointed to the TV.
"Turn that up will you?" Jaune asked, but in reality, it was a command, one the barkeep, once he saw why Jaune was asking, all to readily did.
"-intense fighting has broken out across Vacuo's capital and the grounds of Shade Academy," the news anchor said. "We- get down Jefferson!" Jaune saw the smoke trail and explosion of a weapon he knew all too well; a RPG-7. The camera man and the news anchor huddled in their bit of cover, which was a concrete road divide.
Soon, other people in the restaurant had heard the TV, and began to turn their attention to it, their expressions of curiosity turning to fear.
"We've no idea of who is responsible for this attack, but we've since learned that the attack started with a suicide bomber blowing up the stage during Shade Academy's festival of peace, killing Councilman Franz and Headmaster Lysander, along with god only knows how many civilians in the assembled crowd. At this time, a state of emergency has been declared in Vacuo, and all flights into the Kingdom are hereby cancelled. I re-"
At this point the broadcast had been cut out, replaced by someone that made Jaune scowl so hard he shattered one of his molars looking at.
"Citizens of Remnant, I, as leader of the Vacuo Nationalist Army, speak to you," the man on screen said. Everyone in the restaurant looked at one another, wondering why the hell none of them heard of this group, but Jaune knew. Lisa, who had come up to investigate, saw the way Jaune was reacting, and realized he knew who the man was.
"For years, Vacuo was plundered for its resources, made into a state that depended on the so called charity of outside kingdoms to feed ourselves, and made to bow and suffer under foreign oppression! But no more!"
"On this day, we of the Vacuo Nationalist Army have struck our first blow of many against those that would seek to prostitute Vacuo and its citizens for personal wealth and prestige! We killed Councilman Franz, and seek to wipe out the rest of the Council that reside in Vacuo, along with their supporters! We do this to begin to rebuild our country for Vacuo, and for Vacuo only!"
"To the citizens of Vacuo, do not fear us; embrace us! We are your liberators, your defenders, you sword and shield, against foreign oppression and dominance! The enemy we fight is not ourselves, but the criminals that sold us out to the other kingdoms, predominantly Vale and Atlas, along with the attack dogs of the Council, the so-called defenders of humanity, the Huntsmen Association. We will make those criminals and our enemies pay for their crimes."
"Those that seek to join our ranks will be met with open arms, and your families will be protected. However, those that seek to oppose us will be dealt the same harsh punishment as our enemies. After all, as all civilized people know, the guilty must pay!"
"To the other kingdoms, you only need to stay out of this; this is a civil war, not your war. However, if you do intervene on behalf of the corrupt leaders of Vacuo, we will strike back like an avenging angel! Your high walls will not keep us out of your cities, your hunters will not be able to kill our will, and your laws will be ignored as your crimes have long since deemed you unworthy of protection from our wrath." The man then opened a blind, and the camera moved to look out the window.
Outside the window, everyone that was tuned in saw an assembled mass of soldiers with columns of tanks and modified vehicles built for war. Overhead, a series of flying craft with rotating blades hovered as a squadron of fixed wing aircraft screamed across the sky.
"We are the Vacuo Nationalist Army, and we will have our liberation," the man said, before the transmission cut out.
Jaune, pulled his black beret before turning to Lisa.
"I have to leave, I need to warn General Ironwood about that man leading the VNA," Jaune said. He handed her his lien card to her. "Take care of the check with this, and I apologize for leaving, but this can't wait."
He turned to leave, but Lisa's hand gripped his arm.
"Why, what is it about that man has you looking-"
"Like I went through war?" Jaune asked. Lisa nodded. "That man is a mad-dog killer, a bastard who can give a speech without meaning anything he had said, and one who lives for his ecstasy of killing. I must warn Ironwood of him, as this man, if approached with the tactics Atlas employs, will kill countless soldiers with barely any losses of his own."
"Is he that dangerous?" Lisa asked. Jaune looked her in the eye.
"That man's name is Qahira Zaima, which means 'victorious leader', a name he has more than earned with his numerous victories," Jaune said. "He will kill as many people as he can, all the while hiding it behind bullshit propaganda and lies. I must go now to stop him."
Jaune left without another word, leaving Lisa to wonder why if this man was victorious and ruthless, why has no one, especially a news anchor like herself, know or recognized him.
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First Dossier entry- General Sulaymann.
Full Name: Anwar Sulaymann, AKA Death Merchant, Merchant of Death
Faction: Global Liberation Army
Rank: #1 most Wanted.
Class Number: N/A
Station: Mongala, Africa (According to the GRU)
Tactics: overwhelming Brutality
Description: Having fought for the Iraqi insurgency during the pivotal battle of Fallujah as a teenager, Sulaymaan's vicious combat skills and his searing hatred for the West have been sparked at an early age. When the GLA started making headlines in the early 2020s, he was among the thousands of frustrated, disenfranchised volunteers that joined the organization's fight against the global superpowers.
His brutal cunning and charisma soon earned him a sizeable powerbase, allowing him to rise through the ranks - more often than not over the dead bodies of his former superiors - which eventually made him the top lieutenant of General Mohmar Deathstrike. Whereas the leader of the GLA was more of a die-hard ideologist and operational mastermind, Sulaymaan used his international contacts to ensure a respectable income from illegal weapons trade. While the GLA conflict was at its height, the "Death Merchant" made profitable deals with many parties regardless of allegiance, selling Israeli submachine guns to Palestinians, communist-made bullets to fascists and much more.
After the demise of Deathstrike in 2032, Sulaymaan used his ever-loyal private army to reunite the warring splinter cells and reshape the GLA according to his own ideas, culminating in the occupation of Central Africa where he sought to create his own "warrior paradise", a quasi-nation fueled by the hatred of all the have-nots who had an axe to grind with any haves of their choosing.
Most cynically, he enjoyed subverting the moral arrogance of the West for his own ends, using overseas contacts to launch the viral "Stop Sulaymaan" campaign in order to raise awareness for the GLA's horrible atrocities and gather funds for his capture which, in reality, went right into his own pockets. Now, with Central Africa's vital resources firmly under the control of the GLA, it is only a matter of time until someone would dare to challenge him.
Second Dossier entry- General Yusuuf
Full Name: Abdul bin Yusuuf AKA Blackbeard
Faction: GLA
Rank: #2 Most Wanted
Class Number: N/A
Station: Katanga, Africa (according to CIA)
Tactics: Guerilla Terrorism
Description: Hailing from the venerable desert land of Saudi Arabia, Yusuuf has been linked to countless brutal terrorist attacks across the entire Arabian peninsula, as he regards the wasteful, materialistic splendor of its upper class denizens as an affront against the heavens. Worse yet, the rulers have sold themselves out to the interest of America, degrading themselves and their proud people to mere puppets of Western imperialism.
As a result, Yusuuf and his "Brotherhood of the White Falcon", one of the most aggressively traditionalist sects in the entire Middle East, were among the first terrorist organizations that sided with Deathstrike's original Global Liberation Army in the late 2010s, injecting it with a massive boost of fanatical followers and fundamentalist zeal. Even today, after the demise of Deathstrike and the purges of his successor Sulaymaan, the Brotherhood remains as the GLA's most hardline faction, which frequently puts them at odds with the - if only by virtue of comparison - more level-headed proto-nationalists headed by Sulaymaan and the violent anti-corporatists represented by Ibrahiim.
Nevertheless, the proverbial dinosaur that is Yusuuf is still an important figure in the organization's hierarchy as the size and dedication of his powerbase are still immense. Up until the Chinese occupation of East Africa in 2038, his infamous pirate gangs roamed freely across the entire Gulf of Aden between Somalia and Yemen, allowing GLA raiders to steal millions of dollars worth of foreign shipping and extort additional funds through the taking of hostages. But even now, years after the GLA was driven away from the Indian Ocean for good, Yusuuf's warriors are feared for their ability to mix among the local population, gather intelligence on whatever target has been chosen, and then annihilate it with the utmost brutality and swiftness.
Third Dossier entry- General Ibrahiim
Full Name: Tahar Ibrahiim AKA Frenchman
Faction: GLA
Rank: #3 most wanted
Class Number: N/A
Station: Adamawa, Africa (according to MI6)
Tactics: Bio-chemical Warfare
Description: Having grown up in the derelict Banlieues of Paris, the man who is nowadays known as Ibrahiim was never a stranger to the brutality of class struggle.
During his lost youth, he sought contact to one of the local crime gangs which led to his first ventures into the realm of chemistry while working in a crude, ramshackle drug lab. When the Global Liberation Army detonated a nuclear bomb in Beijing in 2019, the ensuing conflict across Central Asia and the Middle East sent shockwaves all around the world which manifested themselves in the form of a new economic crisis. After the demise of Greece, Italy, Spain and several others in the 2010s, it was now France that found itself threatened by a total financial meltdown and to the massive chagrin of Ibrahiim and countless others who had already known the harsh reality behind the lies of economic growth propagated by the mass-media, it was once again the major banks who reaped the benefits of a multi-billion Euro bailout because their reckless business schemes had been deemed "relevant to the system" - A system that Ibrahiim swore to smash into pieces to liberate the proletariat from the shackles of the global financial sharks.
When the GLA launched its violent incursion into Germany a few years later, he took the initiative and impressed the legendary Deathstrike with his self-attained skills in chemistry and revolutionary street fighting by staging a spectacular night-raid on a German chemical/pharmaceutics company. A few days later, several tons of toxic substances were dumped into the Lower Rhine, polluting much of the Rhine/Ruhr river system in an unparalleled ecological disaster that left several German cities, including Bonn, Cologne and Duesseldorf uninhabitable until at least 2060.
Now, with the GLA once again reborn in Africa, Ibrahiim is in charge of the organization's drug business while keeping alive the legacy of the brilliant Dr. Thrax.
Fourth Dossier entry- Commander Zaima
Full Name: Qahira Zaima AKA the War-Hound
Faction: GLA
Rank: #4 Most Wanted
Class Number: N/A
Station: Unknown, Last Spotted in Sudan, Africa
Tactics: Terror Bombings
Description: Not much is known about the man known as the GLA's War-Hound. Where he came from is unknown, as while his name suggests an Arab background, his complexion seems more Eastern European, backed by his accent. While his exact age, place of birth, and early life is unknown, what is known is that following the first GLA war the man that was Qahira Zaima would make his first public appearance with a raid against an Israeli airfield which was later confirmed to have had a nuclear device on site.
Luckily for the world the raid failed, but not without heavy damage sustained to the airfield. Following this, a string of raids, campaigns of bombings and massacres dotted around the Middle East, Africa, and Eastern Europe, spreading fear and terror when report of Qahira Zaima was said to have found the man.
However, due to his lessons by his 'mentor' General Yusuuf (discovered by the Chinese during their liberation of Mogadishu, Somalia), he always remained ahead of the police, intelligence agencies, militaries, and special forces of the world, gaining a following of zealots that would willingly throw their lives away for Qahira's dreams of 'an unending war'.
He gained a notorious reputation during Operation Nemesis, harrying the ECA at every turn with suicide bombers, IEDs, infrastructure destruction, and dive-bombing campaigns with outdated Stuka bombers. Of particular note was his involvement during the GLA's repulsion of Russian Forces in Africa, being the mastermind of the Scrambler Ambush, which destroyed a ECA convoy that would've reached the Russians and possibly tilt the balance in the Russian's favor.
However, shortly afterwards he disappeared, the last confirmed sighting being in southern Sudan. Despite efforts to locate him by various Generals and Intelligence Agencies, he has yet to make an appearance. Some wonder the fate of the GLA's War-Hound, while others are glad for his absence.
Dossiers closed.
Logging you out Commander.
Author's Note: Hello everyone, Panzer4life here, and here is the chapter that lights the fire! But before I get onto the reviews, some points about the chapter and the technical section.
-VNA: As many of you will no doubt wonder, why aren't the GLA calling themselves 'the GLA' in the broadcast, why are they calling themselves the VNA? The reason is simple; by calling themselves a nationalist group, they make the civilians that don't know any better think they will contain their efforts to Vacuo, and thus pressure their government into not going into 'a foreign civil war'. In addition, due to Qahira leading the GLA on Remnant, he would want to cover his insatiable desire for conflict. What better way than appealing to appearing as though he was 'trying to throw off the chains of tyranny'? Of course, this ruse will only last as soon as those in power begin to listen to Jaune's suggestion, but it will be an uphill fight, so it may be too late for Vacuo, who knows?
-Jaune hatred of Qahira: For those wondering why Jaune hates Qahira, I left a spoiler in the description of Qahira so you guys can ponder why Jaune would hate this man. Don't worry, you'll see it fleshed out more in the future. But onto the biggest thing I need to talk about:
-The GLA Generals Dossiers: With the exception of Qahira Zaima (who isn't present in the mod, but is an OC of mine), all of these dossiers were done by the wonderful team of SWR, the ones who created the ROTR mod. I take no credit for their work, and I did copy it from the ROTR's wiki, so we salute the lore writers of ROTR! And aren't they so fluffy?! I mean damn, where most games are content with giving you just a general and their tactics, SWR really did their level best to flesh out the lore in everything, and that shows in their Generals. Seriously, reading the Generals dossiers is so amazing that I still go back and read them.
And now we get onto the reviews!
-Wizzrobe: Thank you for the compliment, and so will the GLA…
-Ironside: Glad to bring it to you attention. But onto you second point, in ROTR, the original 12 generals in Zero Hour aren't present. Its explained in various updates, but I'll explain each one as quickly as possible.
The Chinese Tank and GLA Bomb General were killed off in the nuclear blast the wiped-out Hamburg, Germany, the GLA Toxin General captured by US forces, US Air Force and US Superweapon Generals were sacked for the failure of the aurora bomber, US laser general imprisoned for mutiny following the US army cutbacks, Chinese Nuke and Infantry Generals presumably retired by the time the events of WW3 occur, possibly much earlier, GLA stealth general killed off by the GLA commander, and finally the Chinese General Leang (ZH's boss general) was sacked by the Chinese and her army was put under the command of the ROTR's Chinese General Mau, China's Special Weapons General, and General Deathstrike was killed off after the first GLA war.
So, I won't be doing the ZH generals dossiers, but you can bet I will be doing it for ROTR's generals. But when it makes sense to mention them, like I did with this chapter.
-Warmach1ne32: Fortifications are useful regardless of weather conditions; while snow may hamper their effectiveness, it does allow a certain degree of protection from the elements for those that would have to patrol the frozen landscape. As for barbwire and tank traps, I don't know how many pictures I can find on the internet of creatures getting tangled up in barbwire and dying, while tank traps, yeah not effective against smaller grimm, bigger ones like Goliaths wouldn't be so easily able to crush them, especially dragon-teeth, which are concrete. Also you can always add a sharpened tip so they can't smash them down without getting a spike in the foot!
I didn't go into how Jaune beat three instructors by himself, first off, they aren't better than Winter; they would be like a Gunnery Sergeant while Winter is more of a Army-huntress, the rank of Specialist not that of Earth's Specialist, which if she was, then I could understand your confusion. I should've pointed that out. Also, the instructors are trained to use mass of fire over personal combat skill, unlike Jaune, who may have been a tank commander, but like all modern soldiers received some training in CQC and probably maintained his skill over the years with spars. So its like throwing a soldier against 3 civilians who haven't really fought before.
As for Winter's connection to Lisa, well I could see Winter, due to being ironwood's Speciqalist, having to coordinate with Lisa to make sure that Atlas's military has good press, plus Winter's connection to the SDC, even if muted, would make someone like Lisa, who always looking for the next scoop of insider knowledge, come to her in most situations. Remember, a good news reporter must find the stories that people want to hear about, not wait until someone else reports it.
Luhar1997: Oh god, the PLA's view vs Remnant would be like oil and water; they wouldn't mix well. That said, I could see a lot of people, perhaps especially the Faunus, like the ideals of the PLA. As for what the PLA bring to the table, hehe, truly, I wonder what bricks the Grimm will shit when hordes of overlord tanks come crashing down a hill, dual 120mm cannons blasting them away while Gatling cannons mow down the hordes. But they won't be popping up for a long while, sorry to say. That said, they will make an appearance.
And that is it for now guys, thank you for reading this chapter, and as always, please read, review, follow and favorite, and I'll catch you guys next time!