A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
Interactions: Gallians and Imperial Soldiers
« Sooooo…let me get this straight. » Welkin said, as he held a light pink bikini in his hands, « Federation women actually wear THIS while in the beaches? » he asked incredulous. « Swear to Blyat, comrade. It's the weirdest shit I've seen in my life. » an Imperial prisoner responded.
It had been a few days since the Gallians had recaptured Zeeland from Imperial occupation, and as a result many POWs were captured, some having fought against the Federation. In Breskens, the Gallians had a chance to recover from the ferocious campaign, and even had the chance to interact with the POWs.
« How can someone wear that thing in public! It shows way too much skin! » Alicia complained. « I know, right? When I first saw these clothes, I thought they belonged to a prostitute. » another imperial prisoner admitted.
« Tsk. As if any prostitute would go that low. » Rosie said in disgust. « Maybe a Federation one could. I mean they are….peculiar in many ways. » an Imperial said. « Define…. peculiar. » Welkin raised an eyebrow at the comment.
« Well, we have this spy in the Federation ranks that reported that a woman of lower rank than a male slapped him with no repercussion at all. » the Imperial explained. « Wait, what!? » Rosie exclaimed shocked.
« Ok, I shouldn't be one to talk considering I was challenging Welkin position as lieutenant because he didn't seem "experienced enough", but even I wouldn't have gone as far as to hit him! He's my fucking superior! » Largo exclaimed.
« Ja (Yeah)! Discipline! Have those baguettes never heard of it before?! » Rosie exclaimed. « How do you think we invaded half of their territories so easily? » the Imperial responded. « I can guarantee, that while I might had been a bit racist against Darcsens while also thinking that my commander was not suitable to command, I would never hit him! » Rosie exclaimed.
« [Unless it's the manga.] » Jack commented. « [Nah, this is inspired by the game.] » his driver responded.
« And that's not even the worst. » the Imperial continued. « What do you mean it's not even the worst!? How bad can it even go!? » Welkin exclaimed. « Well, when said superior officer was checking on his tank, he accidentally glanced on her underwear. » the Imperial explained.
« How the fuck do you accidentally glance on someone underwear? » Alicia asked. « She was wearing a mini skirt. » the Imperial explained. A short silence followed. « I'm sorry was your spy spying on a military company or a fashion show? » Welkin asked irritated.
« That's the first think I asked as well! But nyet. They were indeed spying on a military company. From Edinburg apparently. » the Imperial responded. « And those Tommies are supposed to be the most disciplined of the bunch. Or was it the Roeselarians? » Largo commented.
« What happens next? » Welkin asked worried. « She proceeded to stomp him in the face and genitals several times. » the Imperial responded. « Ok if anyone tries that with me, I'm putting you on a firing squad. » Varrot said angrily.
« Why on earth would anyone do something that stupid!? He could had died! » Welkin exclaimed. « She is what the Gipanguese define as a "Tsundere". » the Imperial responded. « Oh, I had forgotten about the Gipanguese. How are things in the Far East? I hadn't heard from my younger sister in our concession of Tianjin in ages! Wonder how the tram company is going. » Varrot asked curious.
« Meh. We mostly have skirmish with the Gipanguese. Heard that high command has high hopes for Khalkhin Gol. Also you might want to look out for the Gipanguese. Heard that they have plans for the Kushanies. Something about Nanshin-ron, whatever that means. » the Imperial responded.
« Well that's a shame. I actually liked those guys. Way more tolerable than the other yellow faces » Isara commented. « Careful to not be heard by the Federation. You know how they get uppity regarding colonial treatment. » the Imperial commented.
« They discriminate us Darcsens and send their Asian and African soldiers to die far from their homes, but you cut ONE hand, and suddenly they become the liberators of the people. » Isara spit on the ground.
She then turned around to see several dark-skinned soldiers from the Gallian colony of the Congo, staring her angrily. « What are you looking at!? Get back to work, you ni- » she commanded angrily, before being halted by Welkin.
« Isara, calm down! They're in a lower evolutionary line than us so they need time to process things! » Welkin calmed the girl. « Huh. Guess you have a point. Sorry for shouting, come on, carry on, chop chop. » she turned back to the colonial troops.
« Didn't know you dark hair had that racism in you. » an Imperial commented. « Well, I'm a proud Gallian citizen first and a Darcsen second, Ivan. » Isara responded angrily. « Not that I complain. You seem to know to treat those people better than those idiots of the Federation. Talking about their "fair treatment of the locals" and "helping them becoming a self-sustaining society". » the Imperial commented in disgust.
« What's next? Pig labour unions? » Varrot smirked at the idea. « You mean like Animal Farm? » an Imperial asked. « NO! » everybody exclaimed annoyed. « I just don't get what's the problem with the Federation! I mean they even let criminals and bandits in their armies with no questions asked! Even we don't do that and we are lacking manpower! » Welkin complained.
« What about Squad 422? » a Gallian soldier asked. « SHUT UP THAT UNIT IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT! » Welkin shouted angrily. « From what I could gather, it's because of these "election" thingies. » an Imperial then said.
A short silence followed. Again. « The fuck is an election? » Rosie asked. « Well, apparently it's an ancient arcane art in which people gather to choose who leads them. Everyone writes down who is more fit to rule, and the one with the majority wins. » the Imperial explained.
« Wait, didn't they try that with the Holy Roman Empire? » Varrot asked confused. « Ja (Yeah) they did. And look how that clusterfuck turned out. » Faldio responded. « What if you elect someone who isn't capable of ruling and that brides the elections? » Alicia asked confused.
« No idea. Guess they are stuck with him now. » the Imperial responded. « No wonder they are such a clusterfuck of a nation. They are losing the key elements of civilization! A strong leader that guides you through hardship! » Faldio exclaimed.
« Tell you what. In 10 years, after this war is over, even if they win, we'll see a complete collapse of the Federation society. And monarchies will return to dominate the continent, as they were meant to! » an Imperial sergeant proudly exclaimed.
« Hate to say it in Gallian soil, but I approve of what the Ruskie is saying. And hey! Maybe one day we can become friends again! » Alicia exclaimed. « I doubt that… » Isara commented. « Yeah, me too if I have to be honest. Maybe when ragnite is no longer a thing. » the Imperial sergeant commented.
« Meh. Not a big deal. I heard that the Allies use this strange black liquid to fuel their vehicles called "oil". It's black in sustenance, and I believe that you guys have plenty of it near Baku! Or so does Hans keep telling me. » Welkin said.
« Well it has been a nice conversation. Except for the whole "Great Purge" thing you guys had. And that "Daemon" thing you had in the north? » Varrot commented. « The province of Kislev always had it bad, somehow. Nice bears though. » the Imperial sergeant commented.
« Anyway, the liberation of Zeeland is yet to be completed. We still need to clear Walcheren Island from your comrades. In the meantime, the minefield is that way. » Varrot pointed at the left. « Thank you for your generosity. Without your indications we might had stepped on a mine while cleaning up the ruins of this city. » an Imperial admitted. « No need to worry. We need you guys alive to clean the rubble, not as suicide engineers against minefields. Besides, there aren't that many now that I think about it. » Varrot responded.
« We are using them more to strap them on dogs or against your tanks, to be fair. And again, sorry for that time we invaded you guys alongside the Edinboughuese! » the Imperial sergeant said as he motioned the rest of his ex-platoon to the rubble.
As the Gallians prepared to move as well, they met Damon, looking at them confused. « Weet je zeker dat het een goed idee is om vriendschap te sluiten met de gevangenen? (Are you sure it's a good idea to befriend the prisoners?) » Damon asked. « Het spijt me, [wie wordt verondersteld de analogie te zijn van de corrupte en incompetente generaals die hun soldaten sturen om massaal te sterven, en wie is de analogon van de luitenant die arme buitenbeentjes begeleidt die verouderde wapens naar de overwinning krijgen?] (I'm sorry, [who is supposed to be the analogy of the corrupt and incompetent generals who send their soldiers to die in mass, and who is the analogue of the lieutenant who guides poor misfits given outdated weapons to victory?]) » Welkin said with a smug tone.
« Nou, ik denk dat je daar een punt hebt. weet je, ik begin de militie in deze hele beproeving te herwaarderen. Luister eigenlijk naar dit idee: in plaats van een conventioneel leger, wat dacht je van een kleine taskforce die hit-and-run-tactieken gebruikt tegen onze tegenstanders om onze hoofdmacht te ondersteunen? (Well I guess you have a point there. you know, I'm starting to actually revaluate the militia in this whole ordeal. Actually, hear me out on this idea: instead of a conventional military, how about a small task force using hit and run tactics against our opponents to support our main force?) » Damon proposed.
« Je bedoelt zoals de Boerenoorlog? (You mean like the Boer war?) » Rosie asked. « Ja, maar zonder de hele concentratiekampen en tactieken van de verschroeide aarde. (Yeah but without the whole concentration camps and scorched earth tactics.) but without the whole concentration camps and scorched earth tactics. » Damon responded. « Why don't you tell the Princess and the Prime Minister of this strategy? That legitimately sounds like a good idea! » Welkin proposed.
« Denk je? Als dat het geval is, ga ik het meteen voorstellen! Moge dit het begin zijn van een prachtige vriendschap! (You think so? If that's the case, I'll go and propose it immediately! May this be the beginning of a wonderful friendship!) » Damon said, as he went to the capital.
«het gaat nooit gebeuren (Never gonna happen.) » Welkin smirked, as he walked to his tank.
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