Welcome to Chapter Six! I know I said that I was gonna add the game intro after Search and Destroy I, but I decided to change that. I'm gonna do an intermission between 1-2 and 1-3 here, and do the intro when Chapter 00 gets adapted or follow through with my original plans to an extent.
And now that people have noticed Anime M4A1's cursed gun, the GFL subreddit's going nuts over it, and only one guy saw SOPMOD with an M16A1 in one shot, then with her own weapon only a second later. At least it was fully animated.
I expected the anime to screw up, but this bad? MICA really should have chosen a company with a bigger budget.
Station 794 Courtyard, Sector 09
Neo-Soviet Union
July 03, 2062
Commander Ian Becker
After successfully completing his very first combat operation with an S-ranked victory (the highest combat rating in Griffin's database,) Ian was now stood at the entrance to Garage Number 04, the garage that housed the base's main Humvee that was driven by a Russian man named Luka, patiently waiting for Echelon One's return. Given the current weather, he had been wise enough to put on sunglasses when he went outside, as the sun's rays had been beaming down on the base without pause and could potentially completely blind those without any kind of eye protection.
After getting the full report on the recently completed mission done, he then planned on submitting that T-Doll Contract Kalina had prepared to IOP and then explore the rest of the base, as the base's maps showed some more areas than G36 had shown him at the start, and given that he was going to spending a good bit of time waiting on Helian for his next job, a stroll through the rest of his base wouldn't hurt anyone, he decided.
Noticing movement at the security gate, the veteran merely exhaled as a forest green Humvee with Griffin's shield logo on its driver-seat door rolled into the base's near-barren courtyards, the automated gates opening for the military-issued vehicle. Once it stopped, the door opened and four brightly colored T-Dolls hopped out, the red berets (or American flag tie) of its members standing out amongst the desaturated tone of everything else in the base.
"Hello, Commander!" M1911 yelled to him when she saw him, approaching him before the others did. "No casualties on our side, and one destroyed Command Post on Sangvis' side!"
"I saw the mission results, but I'll be looking forward to the full report. Anyways, good job."
Nodding approvingly, Ian reached out patted M1911 on the head, enjoying how she smiled and hummed happily at being praised, and after being approached by MP5, he eagerly gave her headpats, too, causing her to blush cutely, then melt into it like M1911 did. After removing his hand, he hen looked up to see the drunk AR of the team chug some vodka, obviously celebrating her success in her own way.
"Oy, AK." he said, getting AK-47's attention. "You got MVP status, from what I saw. Great work, by the way."
"Wha- MVP?" she drunkenly asked. "That isn't true... I think I drank too much, hehe..."
"You didn't." Ian confirmed, ready to recap the fight that earned her that status. "In that last firefight, you destroyed a Prowler, set three of them on fire, and then you destroyed them while hardly missing any shots."
Still used WAY too much ammo, though. he thought to himself as AK-47 mulled his words over.
It took a few moments for it to register in her head, but when it did, she quickly yelled in triumph and punched the air, giving her Commander an unblocked view of her large, soft-looking bust as it bounced with her movements. He didn't take the view in, though, instead directing his attention to the short British T-Doll that hung by the back of the Humvee, fidgeting with her hands aimlessly, then addressing her.
"Hey, Miss Sten." Ian said, startling her and causing her to look up at him.
"W-wha- oh, you're the Commander, right?" the Sten Doll spluttered, quickly recomposing herself in front of him.
"That's right."
"Then... you'll take me in, right?" Sten asked hopefully, flashing her cute hazel eyes at him. Not that she needed to, as the Commander had already decided to recruit her to bolster their numbers.
"Yup. I'll get Kalina to put you in the roster and I'll assign you to an Echelon, then you'll officially be a member of Station 794's roster."
After the words registered in her head. Sten's eyes sparkled with joy, and a bright smile formed on her face as she took Ian's hand in her own and shook it vigorously.
"Thank you! I won't let you down!" she told him happily. The Commander briefly smiled at the SMG's enthusiasm, then he ordered M1911 to escort her into the base while MP5 and AK-47 eagerly briefed him on the Echelon's first mission in a month or more.
(Journal Entry)
July 3, 2062
Here's my report for the first day at work.
The drill was basic: just hunt down and destroy some target drones in a nearby forest while being as fast and accurate as possible. However, I was contacted by Helianthus, a Senior Officer for Griffin who prefers the moniker Helian, during the drill. Something about her reminds me of the drill sergeants back at Fort Benning, or the Sergeant Major...
Anyways, after having me find and destroy scouts from Sangvis Ferri, she told me everything she knew about their motives and stuff. And in a nutshell, their AI went rogue, slaughtered the Sectors' human populations, and then they took them over. Either way, the Soviets called on Griffin to contain them so they can keep their little façade to the world intact and keep wasting time hunting stranded NATO soldiers down. How typical of them.
Back on Helian, she's got another mission for me, but she has to confirm whatever HQ told her first. So during that period, it's gonna be a bit boring here.
Now, for the base itself...
Right now, it's a fucking mess. Sangvis Ferri attacked it three months ago, destroying many important parts of the base, killing off half of our staff, and killing the previous Commander here. Only seven T-Dolls, a handful of servicemen, and one logistics officer survived, and HQ kept its thumb up its ass for a good long time. In its current state, this Sector's base is incapable of anything but basic combat and scouting missions. Hopefully that'll change in the coming months.
And speaking of the staff...
The logistics officer, Kalina, is a twenty three year old ginger from the Soviet bloc, and while I don't know where exactly, her accent sounds like she's from Moscow... Anyways, she's been responsible for the base's integrity during the months that this part of Sector 09 lacked a Commander, but now that I'm here, I'll deal with everything she had to before. Oh, did I mention that she's rather cute?
In terms of her attire and behavior, it's in violation of just about every regulation in the US Army's book, but I give zero fucks about that, because it's much better than her being a strict hardass who will tear you a new one for saluting wrong (which I believe Helian might be.)
A G36 T-Doll serves as the general maid for the base, and she's in charge of the service personnel here, as well as maid duties for her superiors. I wonder why she continuously squints, though...
To my fortune, M1911's here, and she's in charge of her own Echelon here, with her subordinates being a loli T-Doll named MP5 and a blonde drunkard named AK-47. There's also a Springfield, an M1895, and a P38 working here, but I haven't met them yet, and they're about a day away from being listed as MIA.
In that same vein, M1911's team found a Sten T-Doll duting the training mission I ran and brought her here on the spot, so I'll get her assigned to M1911's Echelon after I'm done writing this.
Speaking of which, the day isn't exactly over yet, and I've got a lot to do, so I'm ending this entry here.
P.S.: Fuck you, Matheson, you just had to be right...
Commander Ian Becker
After getting back inside, the Commander was now sat in his roomy office for the very first time since arriving at Station 794, Sector 09, holding the T-Doll Contract Kalina gave him in his hand and thoroughly examining the white-and-orange paper. Affer assigning Sten to her Echelon, he had decided to submit the Contract to IOP and get another T-Doll sent to Sector 09, as M1895 and P38's continued absence worried him. Pulling out a pen, he carefully wrote the type of T-Doll he wanted onto that part of the contract, along with the sum Kalina set for it, then when he was done with it, he carefully folded the contract up and placed it into an envelope, sealing it and marking down the address to IOP's local factory in Kiev, Ukraine.
After he was done, he called one the Humvee driver Luka to his office, along with M1911, and he didn't even have to wait a minute before the two entered the room, standing at attention as he stood up to assign them their new orders.
Facing the Humvee driver, Ian addressed him first, pulling the contract off his desk. "I want you to take this-" he said as he gave him the T-Doll Contract, "-and deliver it to IOP's local factory."
"Yes, sir!" Luka replied dutifully as he turned to look at M1911.
"And I want you to protect him, 1911." he then told the blonde HG, who nodded earnestly.
"Understood, Commander!"
"Good. Get to it. I'd like for you to return before Helian gives me that mission."
The Commander merely watched as the two Griffin members left the room, then he sat back down in his chair, sighing to himself as he pulled out some paperwork he found on his desk.
Speaking of which, I hope she waits until 1911 and that driver get back. he thought as he picked his pen up and got to work.
Kalina, about ten minutes later...
Data Room, Station 794
Writing combat reports was a pain in the ass, Kalina thought as she carefully stripped the combat telemetry Echelon One gathered from their drives and converted it into uploadable files to place onto SD-card like devices. It was a necessary job, as a completed combat report (or floppy disk to some Commanders) contained valuable data that aided in increasing a T-Doll's combat efficiency, but a tough one.
Especially when all they had at Station was outdated computer equipment due to losing their fancier tech to Sangvis' attempted purge of the Station's Doll backups. Fortunately, Kalina was experienced with old computer equipment.
Unfortunately, not many people had her skills, meaning that for the most part, she was completely alone in her work.
"Maybe I should teach some of the Dolls how to do this..." the orange-haired girl told herself absentmindedly as she sorked, her fingers aching from all the typing she was doing.
However, to her fortune, the automatic door to the Data Room opened with a hiss and the new Commander soon entered the room, carefully casting his gaze across it as he stepped down the few stairs to reach the ground floor but not noticing her yet.
"Privyet, Komandir." Kalina greeted in Russian from her workstation, continuing to type into her computer as he finally spotted her.
"Oh, hey, Kalina. Didn't notice you at first." he replied, walking through the room and looking around it all. "This is the Data Room, right?"
"Da. The majority of my work takes place in this very room." the ginger replied to him.
"It looks to be a little barebones, if I'm being honest." the Commander remarked as he placed his hand on one of the three off-white data banks sat within the room.
"It is. Those Sangvis whores hunted this room down so they could destroy our Dolls' backup memories. Why they would do that, I don't know."
"They did the same thing with the dorm rooms. I honestly think it was so you guys couldn't bring the Dolls that died back and deny the staff places to rest, fucking the base over in the long run." the Commander told her, taking his hand off of the data bank and instead approaching Kalina's workstation, watching the ginger-haired woman do her job.
"That's a bit too plausible for my liking..."
"The Russians did the same thing to the French's databases since they had T-Dolls on the field in the later years of the War." he explained off-handedly before leaning on the edge of her desk. "How long does this process usually take?"
"With top-of-the-line facilities, one hour. With this?" Kalina irritably gestured towards the ancient computer on her desk, its pitiful efficiency a massive pain in her ass. "Make that ten hours."
"Ouch. I'll get you better equipment in here, then."
"When you do, try to get a couple more data banks. T-Dolls' Neural Clouds take up a lot of space, and there's barely enough space for ten T-Dolls' backups." she explained to him.
"Noted. I ought to see what other facilites SF fucked up during their attack. See you in a bit."
The Commander then patted her shoulder, then made towards the Data Room door. But before he went through the door, he quickly cast a glance back at Kalina, and the ginger was sure she had seen him smile in her monitor's reflection before he followed through with his plans and left the room.
Tactical Doll G36, Two Hours Later...
Dorm Complexes
Walking down to the dorm complexes, a cleaning kitted-out G36 soon entered Echelon One's dorm room with a mop and a bucket full of cleaning solutions in her hands, fully prepared to clean whatever drunken mess AK-47 left behind from her celebratory drinking. But instead of a mess of spilled vodka or some other fluid the drunkard may have found (or created,) the floors were a sparkling clean, and AK-47 herself was fast asleep on the cardboard boxes that served as a bed, a little bead of drool dripping from her open mouth.
"Phew, finally done." the new arrival to the base, Sten Mark II, suddenly said as she set down a mop she had, bringing the maid's attention to her presence.
"That wasn't even one of the worst messes!" MP5 lamented, getting up and setting a hand brush down. "According to M1911, back when A-91 was alive, she and AK-47 got really drunk, came here, and decided to have a... 'night battle,' I think she said?" the SMG said confusedly. "Anyways, according to her, it was a terrible mess that her old subordinates wanted to shoot them for making."
G36 knew of that one. When Echelon One, which consisted of M1911, AK-47, an MP40, a Norinco Type 64, and A-91, had successfully completed a major operation against Sangvis Ferri alongside the old Echelon Three, they had been allowed to host a celebratory party in the base, A-91 and AK-47 had done so by drinking. A lot.
MP40 and Type 64 damn near shot the two drunks for leaving the "mess" they left behind.
"Night battle? Did they get into a real fight?" Sten asked curiously.
"No. You do not need to know those details, Frau Sten." G36 finally said, startling the two. "Neither do you, Frau MP5."
"Fraülein G36! I did not see you there!" MP5 squeaked in surprise.
"I came here to clean your dorm room." G36 explained, setting her own cleaning supplies down. "But, it looks like you already did so. I'm sure your leader would like that."
"We didn't want to inconvienience you, gnädige Frau."
"I appreciate your concern, Frau MP5, but it's my job to clean up after you lot." the maid told her. "By the way, Frau Springfield is returning tomorrow morning. The Commander got word just now."
"Springfield?" Sten asked, unfamiliar with the name.
"She's our base's only Rifle-class T-Doll." MP5 quickly explained. "She's like a mother to the residents of Station 794, as well as a barista and a chef."
"She sounds like a lovely person." the British T-Doll said.
"She'd take a liking to you, Miss Sten. I must go prepare the base for Miss Springfield's return now."
With that, G36 picked her mop and bucket up and left the room.
Commander Ian Becker, a few minutes earlier...
Commander's Office
Sitting in his office after completing his paperwork, Ian was now eating a delicious mutton stew G36 had cooked for him as lunch. While it was already quite good, the maid had still seen fit to assure him that Springfield's food would taste even better. And as he finished the last bite of food, someone chose that particular moment to call the Station.
Quickly noticing the projector mounted onto his desk as a typical call ringtone went off, he quickly swiped at the actively projected notification to accept the call, carefully awaiting whoever the caller was.
He had honestly expected to have a government official or some other authority figure complaining about a lack of supplies or an urgent Sangvis/bandit problem, so it was obviously a surprise to instead be greeted with the projected hologram of an absolutely gorgeous woman with coppery-brown hair, green eyes, and a sexy, full figure clad in a torn Old American dress uniform, which was torn up due to the events of whatever she'd been through.
"Hang on, who is this?" she asked carefully, noticing the unfamiliar face on her own display.
"I could ask the same thing, miss." he replied, maintaining professionality. "I'm this Station's new Commander, and judging by the rifle..."
Carefully casting a look at the weapon in her hands, he quickly noted the lack of a bump on the bottom of the rifle grip, the lack of a cleaning rod under the barrel, a simple slope going down the top of the rifle's wooden chassis, and a completely closed-off front sight.
"...you must be Springfield." he finished, and the woman promptly nodded. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, and I've secured a route back to the base via a civilian transport." Springfield promptly replied, and as she was being projected as sitting down and said projection was shaking in a similar way to a person in a truck, it lined up. "When did you take command?"
"Literally today."
"Green as grass, huh?"
"As an officer, yes, but in general, no." the Commander replied somewhat vaguely, leaning forward in his seat.
"So you were an infantryman?" the Rifle-class Doll asked him.
"Big Red One, European Front."
"Another war vet, then... What do you think of the base so far, Commander?"
"The base itself is fucked, but I plan on changing that as soon as I can. The people and Dolls here are a hell of a lot better, though." Ian told her, remembering how friendly they'd been to him so far compared to the higher-ups in the US Army.
"I'm happy to hear that. The last Commander we had was a lot less accepting of us." Springfield told him, and he had a good idea as to why his pedecessor was like that.
"What was he, a Soviet?"
"Yup. Anyways, I'll be back by tomorrow morning or afternoon, if things don't go as planned."
"I can't wait, Miss Springfield. Commander out." he told her, ending the call and causing Springfield's hologram to phase out.
And as soon as he ended the call, someone knocked on his door.
"Come in."
Upon his command, the door swung open to reveal M1911, who had a bright smile on her face as she skipped into the room to report her results to him.
"Mission accomplished, Commander!" the blonde HG reported. "IOP's sending us a new Doll tomorrow afternoon, and we got back safe and sound!"
"Good work. Did you find any opposition on the way?"
"Eh, just a couple of bandits." M1911 replied nonchalantly, waving it off. "They weren't too heavily armed, but AK has some backup weapons now and Luka's whining about getting ambushed like we did."
"Acknowledged. By the way, Springfield contacted me right before you came back." Ian told her suddenly, leaning back in his chair.
"Wait, really?!" she then shouted, leaning on his desk to close the distance between them a bit.
"Yup. She was surprised that Station 794 had a new Commander, but she said that she'd be back tomorrow morning or tomorrow afternoon as she was heading back on a civilian transport."
At that point, M1911 could barely contain her excitement, jumping back and openly cheering and jumping around in his office in joy, uncaring of the fact that she looked more like a teenage schoolgirl than a PMC soldier.
"Wow. Springfield's popular around here, isn't she?" the Commander said to himself as he watched the cuteness on display.
When M1911 stopped skipping around, she faced Ian and stood in front of his desk, hands clasped in front if her as she awaited new orders.
"Do you need me for anything else, Commander?" she asked politely.
"Negative. You're dismissed."
After being dismissed, the HG quickly waved at him as she left his office, leaving him alone in it for the time being.
(Journal Entry)
July 3, 2062
Okay, this is today's final entry. And all I can say is that I've had one hell of a first day of work. A training mission, two small-scale assignments, and a pending third operation, all on the same day. Like I told myself earlier, this is what I get for being assigned to a frontline base. Beats being on the run from the government, though.
Anyways, I've got a pending T-Doll delivery for tomorrow, and one of the Dolls that were already here are coming back from a scouting trip she's been on for a couple of days (and holy shit, she's a fucking bombshell...)
So there's plenty of stuff to look forward to tomorrow.
Anyways, I ought to be in bed by now, not writing in this damned thing, so good night, world.
This one took a bit longer to write than Search and Destroy I, and I don't know why, seeing as this is shorter than that one.
Amyways, Friday has now become "see how much the GFL anime screwed up" day, and now I'm having to rely on Discord buddies and YouTube videos to see what's going on in Dual Randomness. I might make the next chapter Intermission II, or if I'm impatient, I might just go ahead and write Search and Destroy II, but we'll see.
Thank you all for reading Recollection, and I'll see you in the next chapter.