A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
Interactions: Largo and Christopher
After yet another excruciating drive for Vasel, the team went for a good sleep. This was the last time they were going to escort those tanks. Largo, who had no more sleep in him, decided to go for a walk. He never had been the sleepy type, and all the time he spent slowly walking alongside the Tortoises made his legs partially sore.
«{A good walk will patch me up.}» Largo thought in his mind, as he walked alongside the river. After a while, he had actually reached the Vasel airport. He found it funny how fast it was built. What was even funnier was the fact that the arrival of the aircraft completely changed war as he knew it.
Tanks and new guns already made war quite difficult from the days of the Great War. But literal flying machines? It seemed like the realms of fantasy. He DID heard that the Gipanguese empire in the far east was capable of using flying machines against their war with the Levamme empire, an Imperial backed state, but he largely shook it off as nothing more than legends.
Could it be that the Gipanguese empire had received the support from the Allied powers longer than Gallia did? Largo simply did not know. He was glad that many aircraft were on the Gallian side, and even more glad that people like Isara were working for the creation of a Gallian aircraft, but he was also worried at the number of planes the Soviets had given to the Empire.
To him it was weird. Technically speaking the Soviet Union had toppled the Russian empire during the October revolution, or so would Squire say, yet they were still willing to sacrifice men and resources for the Imperials. What was the real reason? Was it because they were of similar ethnicities?
«{Well Hans did say that the Italians and Japanese were their allies despite having monarchies instead of a simple dictatorship, but they were all fascists in a way or the other. But as much as Squire said, Communism and Monarchism don't fit together.}» Largo thought to himself.
However, a small light and some noises caught Largo attention. It came from the airport, and got Largo worried. Could it be an Imperial/Soviet saboteur? He decided to act immediately anyway. He picked up his gun and sneaked to the airport. He intended to capture the bastard if possible. Make him talk to understand who sent him and if there were any other agents in Vasel.
With the large number of planes in the airport, and the cover of darkness, Largo easily sneaked in. He did this plenty of times before in the Great War, except, you know, with no aircraft. After a while, he reached the source of the noise. Someone was messing with the wing of a fighter plane.
If Largo was to guess, he'd say that it was a P-47D-28. Largo moved forward just to make sure he was near enough. «FREEZE, BASTARD!» he exclaimed, pointing his pistol at the man on top of the P-47 wing. «Jeez. What is yer gaw damn problem!» the surprised man responded angrily.
Largo sighed as he recognized the man. It was Christopher. «What are you doing at this hour of the night?» Largo asked confused. «Dunno fella. What are YE doin at this hour of the night?» Christopher asked back. «I needed to move my legs a bit. The escort mission was a fucking pain in the ass.» Largo responded.
«Not a fan of the limey tanks, huh?» Christopher asked. «Heh. Don't blame ya. Have ye seen half of their gaw damn armored vehicles!? They look like gaw damn ships, no wonder the Ruskies got to Berlin first!» Christopher exclaimed angrily. Largo smirked.
«I guess. If the Edinbourguese are like those British, I'm glad that Gallia isn't part of the Federation.» Largo then said with a disappointed look. «Ya bet! Even worse considerin the Federation are essentially the gaw damn French! I'm surprised that they didn't surrender yet!» Christopher exclaimed.
Largo shrugged his shoulders. «Heh. Guess that the Imps tactics are not as good as Nazi tactics.» Largo commented. A short pause followed, in which Largo analyzed the American pilot. As for body build, he seemed similar to himself, but the face was far different. Christopher had a massive beard, almost reaching the end of the neck. He had also large mustaches. In his uniform there was a small pocket with several cigars. (He essentially looks like Chester Arthur MacEinsenhower from "The Hearts of Iron Experience").
Largo also continued to look at the massive airport. «Well this sure is a sight to see. And to think we would have considered those machines alien like. Yet you use them daily.» he commented. Christopher raised an eyebrow. «Well technically ain't we aliens?» he asked.
Largo remained silent for a while. «Good point.» was all he said. Christopher sighed. «Now to be fair, I understand how ye feel. When I first joined the army the most sodisficated planes looked like the ones the Italians are using.» he then said. Largo raised an eyebrow.
«Say, when did you first join the army?» Largo asked. «1916. Entered the war against the Krauts on 1918.» Christopher responded. Largo eyes widened in surprise. «You fought in the Great War?» he asked shocked. «Yup. This ain't my first flight fella. But it is largely speaking my first time flying a P-47. Tell ye what. This piece of beauty is way better that the stuff the French and the Brits gave us. It dives like a pro, it has big guns, big bombs, big everythin! Just like 'Murica's supposed to be!» he exclaimed.
«Now off course, it has its gaw damn issues. It climbs poorly and turns like shit and it's a gaw damn giant target. I have to repair considering how many times I got shot by the Ruskies air force!» he exclaimed. Largo sighed. «Well it's good to have another veteran in the group. A seasoned soldier is always welcomed in a group of newbie's.» Largo proudly commented.
«Say, what's yer reason for stayin? As for me, as soon as the gaw damn Japs bombed Pearl Harbor, I had to go back!» Christopher exclaimed. Largo sighed. «I have my reason. It's an honest job. Plus, look at Ellie. She's a Great War veteran too.» Largo responded.
Christopher raised an eyebrow. «Ellie?» Christopher asked. He then widened his eyes in realization. «Wait ye mean Commander Varrot?! Our boss!? She's a gaw damn veteran!?» he exclaimed. Largo sighed. «Yup. That's who I am talking about.» he responded.
A short silence followed. «Wait a minute….» Largo murmured. «Aw shit.» Christopher realized what he was thinking. «HEY! You're the guy who shot her in the leg!» Largo exclaimed angrily. «Look, as I already said before, she got on the gaw damn way! Besides, she's fine! She's walking normally like nothin happened!» Christopher defended himself.
Largo sighed angrily. «You know, despite calling yourself a veteran, you sure had a bad aim back then, you know!?» Largo exclaimed. «Well hate to break it to ya, Dutch Uncle, but using a P-47 against using a WW1 plane is a bit different ye know!?» Christopher shot back.
Largo sighed, this time more calm. «Yeah. I guess you're right. I guess planes changed a lot since your version of the Great War. Unlike our weapons.» Largo commented. «Now that ye mention, what is the gaw damn problem with yer anti tank rifles!? Those lance thingies!?» Christopher asked.
«The Lancaar? Oh it's a mostly patriotic design. It's supposed to represent the lance of the Valkyrians. You see, princess Cornelia is a descendant of the Valkyrians that defeated the Darcsens. Even if I have my doubts after Barious, the Valkyrians still play an important aspect in our culture.» Largo responded.
«Well I dun know 'bout you fella. But even if I have a rusty aim, this plane is the perfect tank busting machine. You just dive in, drop dem bombs and fly off. And if that ain't enough, laser cannons are the solution alongside rockets! It's a flying tank! Perfect to bust anyone trying to threaten American sovereignty!» Christopher exclaimed.
«Extremely patriotic, huh? I like it. Our grandfathers fought hard and well for our country, caring for it, respecting its culture and fighting anyone trying to take it is the best way to honor their sacrifices.» Largo laughed. «Hell yeah!» Christopher exclaimed.
«Say, mind if I ask ya, ye sure got worried for the Commander! Far more than just camaderie or respect for the chain of command. Is there a story between you two?» Christopher asked, catching Largo off guard. «N-no there isn't! » he exclaimed blushing slightly, his beard hiding it. «Ye sure? I have seen many things, and someone having a relation ain't hard to see!» Christopher exclaimed.
Largo sighed. «Look, can we avoid the subject please!? I still don't know if I should put you on my friend list or my "get out of my face" list.» he then said annoyed. «All right, all right, no need to get pissy. Guess it's a private subject.» Christopher raised his hands.
«Good. Because I would like you to be in my friendly list. There aren't many war veterans around here. The majority of the army nowadays it's just kids who never picked up a rifle with the exception of the training they had as children!» Largo exclaimed.
«Hey I get ya fella. Most of them are teenagers! Or women! Who's working on the factories? And who's taking care of the children?» Christopher asked. «Well, since Gallia has so few people, in order to protect ourselves from foreign threats, we went for a policy of universal conscription. It worked so far. Compensates for the lack of people we have.» Largo sadly commented.
«Does that also explain why a gaw damn kid has been promoted to the position of lieutenant?» Christopher asked. Largo paused for a second. «Not really. And I get what you're saying.» he then said, with a serious tone. «At first I was shocked and angry. A kid? In command of a Squad!? That's absurd! And that's only because he was the son of Gunther and because he came here with its own tank!» Largo exclaimed angrily.
However, his face softened and he then smiled. «Then Vasel happened. Truth to be told the Allied tanks did a lot, but mainly speaking it was all Welkin job.» he commented. He smirked and shook his head as if he was in disbelief. «His first official battle and he conquers a strategic position to stop the Empire, with no casualties, in less than 48 hours. It took us less than a day to take Vasel! A single day in the military and he has proven himself more capable than the majority of Gallia's generals.» Largo finished.
«And he never bragged about it. I know people who would have bragged for years for such a victory. Yet he continues to act as the most humble person in the world. And his surprising victories continued, as he managed to find new ways to storm Imperial forces in Kloden and, generally speaking, he's always there to lead us.» Largo continued.
He then sighed. «He truly is made of the same stuff as his father.» he then said, with a nostalgic tone. «Well that sure is a lot of respect. How 'bout our commanders?» Christopher asked. Largo face turned serious. «Well, their tanks are capable, and they have….interesting strategies. I respect that. But sometimes are complete morons. Like, REAL morons.» he said.
Christopher looked unamused. «Like, the worst. They can be a gang of the most incompetent, moronic, cowardly and weirdest people in any military in the universe. With such weird laws that they made for themselves and constant random things they continue to say.» Largo continued.
He then smiled. «But they are also quite entertaining at times. And can really ease the situation no matter how dangerous it seems.» Largo continued, gaining a small sigh from Christopher. «Well it sure was a good talk. I think I'm going back to the barracks. I needed a walk, but I also need some sleep damn it!» Largo exclaimed smiling.
«No kidding. That gaw damn escort mission with the Tortoises must have broke ya. And have ye seen their tank destroyers!?» Christopher exclaimed. «Yeah, I've seen then all right? Luckily our technician said she wanted to improve them. Pretty sure she sneaked to the hangar to modify them.» Largo smirked.
«What is she doing now?! Trying to modify the tanks just like the Israelis, ye have got to be kidding me!» Christopher exclaimed. «Not to worry. I don't know who the Israeli are, but I am sure that our little dark hair is going to turn them into killing machines.» Largo smirked.
«All in one night?» Christopher asked in a dubious tone. «Believe me. In a single afternoon she made all of the tanks of our squad amphibious. A couple of modifications on a few shitty looking tank is no big deal.» Largo commented, as he walked off.
As he reached the barracks, he dropped himself on the bed and felt to sleep immediately. This was a good night. And tomorrow will expect a lot of surprises.
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