Pre-Disaster
[Email:
Recipient: General Clearbook
Sender: Weiss Schnee
General Clearbook, I think it would be in your best interest to arm your forward fire-teams with additional members specializing or at least equipped in heavy ordinance or weaponry. I am not aware if reports have made it to you that the average size of Grimm and their numbers have increased, and the caliber of weaponry issued is not enough to bring them down, at least not in sufficient time.
I do not wish to have to collect anymore of your men's limbs for the medical teams.
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[Email:
Recipient: Weiss Schnee
Sender: General Clearbook
Yes, Ms. Schnee, I have received these reports. If you paid attention, you would've noticed that the medical teams were sent with additional ammo to compensate for that reason.
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[Email:
Recipient: General Clearbook
Sender: Weiss Schnee
I fail to see how that solves the issue General. More ammo would be fine in the event of human resistance or inner border control, and more ammo does mean that long turn we will be armed, except that we have lost another strong point to the Grimm, along with the stockpile we had accumulated there, all since the last time I messaged you. We need heavy weaponry now. I say we have the cannons, machine guns, and targeting systems from the confiscated Atlesian Paladin MkII's dismounted and made operable for your men. Hell, at this point, just mount them as jeep turrets for all I care, we need all the help we can get.
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[Email:
Recipient: Weiss Schnee
Sender: General Clearbook
I'm sorry, who is in charge again? You can pretend to have authority and an understanding of military logistics, but you don't have either. If I get a message questioning my competence with baseless notions again, I will have you detained and returned for trial.
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[Email:
Recipient: General Clearbook
Sender: Weiss Schnee
I am dumbfounded. Who's going to detain me? The police? No, they're in the city, protecting the people. The infantry? No, there won't be any left before long and they're too busy following my orders. Special Forces? I am currently the fourth best human to human fighter on this continent, your special forces are scared of me you little shit. What decorated rock have you been living under to be so far removed from reality? People are dying, your lines are crumbling, the last CCT tower is next. Are you worried about your next pension if these messages are read? Are you worried about the bi-annual military review? Well guess what, I found the committee head of the review, along with his family. Don't worry, they're dead. No one's reading these messages. I can't contact any support out here, so you better get on the horn and call in someone, anyone who can help us, or your ass is going to be on the line too.
As for baseless notions, I would not be surprised to find out you have no idea what we're dealing with, so let me lay it out for you.
The removal of a threat comes when the creature is considered dead. True death occurs when the brain ceases function, thus preventing purposeful action and reaction. "Close enough" death occurs when the body ceases to function, preventing action. We take either on the battlefield. To achieve "Close enough" death, either the brain can be destroyed, the heart can be destroyed, the spine can be damaged, each limb can be rendered unusable, or any of the many ways that prevent oxygen from reaching the brain; blood loss, loss of ability to breathe, system shock, and so on.
The most common cause of death in skirmishes is psychosomatic death, or rather death by shock caused by pain. When a body undergoes immense pain, it can go into shock if the individual is acutely aware of the injury, which causes adrenaline and dozens of other chemicals to be released. This will cause the cardio vascular system to tighten and prevent proper blood flow. This will starve the brain and kill the individual over the next 20 minutes if they don't die of blood loss first or their brain suffers catastrophic failure where it in essence seizes and gives is a method of death that can be achieved with a singular pistol round to most any part of the body.
Grimm do not suffer psychosomatic shock.
Thus, the goal when combating a Grimm is one of the following; destroy the spinal integrity, close enough; puncture the heart, good within 30 seconds; ventilate the lungs, will die if left alone; lobotomize the brain, instant true death.
A normal human will weigh around 160 pounds. We are facing Grimm that are several thousand pounds. Ignoring the armored parts of a Grimm, regular pistol rounds will not get farther than the skin, shotgun slugs and assault rifle rounds burst and lose momentum half a foot in, battle rifle rounds can make perforations that reach internal organs but only with focused fire, and only high powered rounds can crack the skull of one of these beasts. Fifty caliber and above can penetrate meaningfully, but we don't have that. Belt fed machine guns utilizing battle rifle ammo could make an opening, but we don't have that. We can't wait until Atlas gunships decide to grace our days with their presence, we have no time left, hurry up and send us anything.
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[Package Delivery, Addressed to General Clearbook; Letter Portion:
Dear Clearbook,
I am writing to you in hand for one reason. It isn't because I or your men didn't fight valiantly to defend the CCT tower. It isn't because the Grimm are an impossible force to fight, though they are overwhelming to be sure. No, I have to write to you because you have the blood of hundreds of thousands of lives on your hands. Your incompetency and latency in action has doomed your men, the citizens you swore to protect, your country, humanity, faunus, all the other generals relying on this station, this post, everyone. The only reason this parcel will make it to you before the Grimm hit the city is because I had to send scouts to prepare for evacuations. In the parcel is something you decided impossible to deliver.
A gun.
Don't worry, I already loaded it, already cocked it.
I suggest you find a comfy chair, probably the one you've been sitting in this whole time, and put it to your head.
Pull the trigger. No matter what, you will burn for what you've done.
Sincerely, Weiss Schnee
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Thank you for reading this intermission. I was going to upload the second chapter, but after rereading it, I feel its a little... too edgy, I gotta improve it first. Don't worry though, the next 10 chapters are still already written, and these intermissions are not included in those.