Welcome to Chapter Thirteen, the unlucky one! This time, Stations 794 and 737 cooperate on an operation for the first time.
In my time playing, I didn't use Support Echelons until 2-6, when Executioner forced my hand, but since this 1-4 is a bit more difficult, I'm letting it slide. Anyways, I was originally gonna put M9 as the Doll found this time, but she doesn't drop in 1-4, so I had to do another Doll. Forgive me when you realize who it is!
On a more serious note, 1) it kinda bugs me that Dolls are practically useless without a Commander in canon, so here, they can carry out simpler plans and strategies but more complex plans do require a Commander to give them additional information, and 2) in terms of how often missions are happening, only a month had passed in-game and four chapters were completed, so it seems pretty canon-compliant to do such a pacing (even though I feel that that's too fast for my tastes.)
Anyways, enjoy!
Station 794 Equipment Room, Sector 09
Ukraine, Neo-Soviet Union
July 05, 2062
Tactical Doll M1911
"So what are 737's Dolls like...?"
"I dunno. We trade with them a lot, but this is the first time we're gonna be fighting alongside them."
M1911 idly listened to her teammates' conversation as she loaded her pistols, her nimble fingers inserting each bullet into her magazines with practiced ease. Beside her, AK-47 created a Molotov Cocktail, picked up another repair kit, and readied an anti-tank grenade she'd found in their second mission under Commander Becker, her focus sharper than normal due to the high-priority status of the mission ahead.
"From what I heard, there's a lot of Russian Dolls in their ranks, and their Commander likes MG Dolls a lot." the blonde directed at FN-49, the one who asked the original question.
"O-oh, okay..."
Personally, the HG was excited to fight alongside another base's T-Dolls, especially since they had Dolls she never met before in their ranks, not to mention how much firepower they could put out.
Although if they were all Russian, she hoped they didn't drown themselves in vodka like AK-47 did. If so, then it'd really suck. As much as she liked AK-47, she was enough of a handful.
According to the Commander, the support Echelon from 737 was already on-site, waiting for 794 to get there before they started the operation.
Riding in a Humvee like always, Echelons One and Two headed through the forest to the mission area, where they would rendevous with 737's Dolls and then commence the operation.
M1911 checked her equipment one last time, her eyes on the smoke grenades she had packed for the mission while FN-49 talked with AK-47, the two reviewing the mission details.
Finally, the two SMGs were silent, clutching their weapons in their arms as they waited for the Humvee to stop. However, while MP5 was determined, Sten was visibky nervous, and the HG knew why.
"Hey, we'll find her, Sten. Promise." she assured.
"How can you be so sure?"
"We successfully pulled off a search and rescue op mere hours ago. We'll find 'em."
"If you say so..."
They stayed silent for the rest of the trip, and they only broke that silence when thry dtopped at the heliport they were to rendevous at, a team of T-Dolls already there.
"We're here, ladies."
As they got out, M1911 caught sight of the team's leader, a tall and mature-bodied T-Doll with very long blonde hair and deep blue eyes who wore a white (and seemingly sexualized) winter outfit, given that she had nothing else on under the wide-collared coat, and she had white thigh-high boots and a white hat on her head. She carried a DP-28 machine gun.
The white-haired MG next to her had a much more conservative outfit, consisting of a red beret, a yellowish sleeveless button-up shirt with a dark vest and a red tie, detached brown sleeves, greenish shorts under a red skirt, mismatched stockings, and brown boots. She had an RPD machine gun in her hands.
"Greetings, comrade." the scantily-clad DP-28 greeted. "I am DP-28, leader of Base 737's first Echelon."
"M1911, leader of 794's first Echelon."
As the two leaders shook hands, the shorter blonde had only one thought on her mind.
Why does DP-28 have to wear such lewd clothes?
"My name is RPD. I am honored to meet you, M1911." RPD greeted.
"Same here. I hope we'll get along well." she replied, shaking the more conservative MG's hand. "Wait, are you two the only ones here?"
"Nyet. Tokarev and Mosin are making sure the enemy doesn't reach the helipad."
As if their names were some kind of signal, two other T-Dolls reached the helipad. The first one had white hair with ruby red eyes, a petite frame, and a white and black short sleeved dress, complete with a cyan bowtie, cyan and dark blue striped stockings, and matching gloves, which were long enough to cover up her arms. She carried a TT-33 Tokarev pistol as her weapon of choice.
The other Doll was quite attractive, with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes and a curvy frame. She wore a white ushanka with a furred shawl covering her shoulders, a white button-up shirt with white gloves and a brown belt with pouches, a white skirt with dark stockings, and brown winter boots. She had a Molotov Cocktail strapped to her leg and a Mosin Nagant rifle slung on her back.
"The area is clear for now." the Tokarev Doll reported.
"Good. Tokarev, Mosin, this is M1911, the leader of 794's main Echelon." DP-28 indicated the American HG.
The three shook hands and M1911 introduced her team to 737's Dolls, who returned the greetings wholeheartedly.
"Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's do this. Echelon One, you'll take the eastern route. Echelon Two, you and the support Dolls cover them, and then you converge on the enemy Command Post."
"Understood, sir."
After leaving the heliport, Echelon One's members took the eastern, more urban route (which was chosen for its abundance of cover), with Echelon Two (which temporarily merged with 737's Support Echelon) following behind.
M1911 kept her eyes on her surroundings, her weapons ready to fire at a moment's notice given the more aggressive programming these Dolls have. Behind her, her entire team was in the same state, and behind her, Echelon Two trailed them like a shadow, the two Rifles taking perches to cover them from.
"Enemy patrol dead ahead!" the Commander warned. "Get to cover!"
It didn't even take a second for M1911 and her allies to duck behind a destroyed tank, the team leader peeking around the corner to see a patrol consisting of Prowlers and Rippers, with the Prowlers being more abundant.
"Wait... fuck, they're gonna check that tank you're hiding behind. Springfield, Mosin, take 'em out."
The cracks of the Rifles' weapons discharging were followed by the Rippers toppling to the dirt, heads perforated, and soon the Prowlers joined them, collapsing to the ground in mangled heaps of scrap metal.
"Okay, you're clear to proceed. Echelon Two, follow Echelon One."
Emerging from cover, M1911 made sure the Dolls' Cores were crushed before proceeding, moving at a more careful pace and taking an alternate route to the objective (which had been recommended by the Commander,) heading deeper into the town.
The familiar style of the area took her back to the second operation, causing her to rub her shoulder self-consciously, fully aware that she had been shot there just a day ago.
"Are you okay, Boss?" AK-47 asked, noticing how her friend behaved.
"It's fine." she said, putting her attention onto the current mission.
Moving through another alleyway, Echelon One found themselves in an intersection with two roads blocked off with destroyed cars. The other two roads weren't blocked off, but M1911 was sure there was security of some sort on those paths.
"Be advised, there's two more patrols ahead. I suggest you sneak through the buildings and go around them." the Commander advised.
"Copy that."
Wordlessly the Dolls turned left and entered a storefront, avoiding the sight of a camera of Sangvis origin in the process.
To her fascination the store was a clothing store, full of clothesracks that were mostly empty and empty shoeboxes. The wall ahead of them had been blown out during the war, allowing the store's occupants to reach the next building.
Moving behind a barren clothesrack, M1911 patiently waited for the hostile Dolls to pass by the building, hoping that she wouldn't get spotted.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long.
The patrol passed by without causing any trouble, and once they were clear, the Commander gave the order to proceed, allowing the Dolls to proceed.
Passing through the hole in the wall, they entered the next building through a similar hole in its wall, but this time, it was a book store.
"They were really quick to snag whatever they could, weren't they?" AK-47 commented, looking at an empty bookshelf.
"Yeah. It's a bit of a shame. I would have liked to have some reading material to pass the time." M1911 replied.
"Perhaps they could have had some nice cooking books." Sten said absentmindedly.
"Yeah."
MP5 looked out the storefront windows, the grip on her weapon tightening as she noticed something distressing.
"They're coming back!" she warned.
"Everyone take cover!"
Once again, the Echelon took cover behing the bookshelves, which fortunately hid them better than the clothesracks from the last store. But unfortunately, one of the Rippers saw fit to separate from the rest, entering the store to investigate its interior.
Shit. If she sees us, we're screwed.
"Echelon Two, you need to get that Sangvis squad's attention before we get spotted!" M1911 warned, seeing the Ripper approach her shelf. In response, she pulled her black pistol out and aimed where the Ripper's head would be.
But as the Doll made to go around the corner, an explosion outside the store violently shook the ground and caused her to leave, keeping the HG safe. Taking the opportunity, she had her teammates leave the building and take cover behind a car that was parked outside, watching as the Sangvis Dolls were lured into the intersection, then get punctured by 30.06 and 7.62x54mmR rounds and topple to the ground.
"Thanks, Springfield, thanks, Mosin."
"No problem, dear." the motherly Rifle replied.
"Don't sweat it." was Mosin Nagant's response.
As she looked around the car to see if other patrols had shown up, the blonde was really glad that Echelon Two had her back.
Commander Ian Becker
"Looks like I'm doing good so far..."
Ian carefully watched the green dots that represented Echelon One as they passed through the war-torn streets of the town, the lack of red dots anywhere near them a good sign: they hadn't been spotted yet.
However, there were a lot of enemy signals at the Command Post, and not that many enemy units were elsewhere, meaning that he needed a plan to get them away from it or it'd be a long fight.
"Having trouble, sir?"
He turned around to find Kalina standing beside him, her tablet in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.
"Not really. I just need to get the enemy units guarding the Command Post away from it so the Dolls can get in and search its database."
The ginger hummed in understanding, giving him the coffee and looking at the map herself, potentially thinking of something he could do.
And that was when a stray blue dot appeared on the map.
"A stray Doll?" he asked, tapping on it to see if its ID was available.
And a part of him immediately regretted it.
You sure you wanna blow your eardrums out, Becker? a voice in his head asked him.
No, but I know exactly how I'm going to get those SF brainlets away from their base now.
Don't say I didn't warn you...
Tactical Doll AK-47
God, why does this op have so much sneaking around? AK-47 grumbled internally as she and her team went down the abandoned streets, her weapon lowered (regrettably in the Russian's mind) as she followed her leader.
"There's the base. Damn, there's a lot of Sangvis." said leader commented as the Command Post came into view.
It was once again repurposed from an existing structure, with concrete blockades surrounding the building and a large Sangvis garrison set up around it, consisting of Prowlers, Rippers, Vespids, and Scouts. In terms of placement, they were well-placed and dug-in, meaning it would take a lot of firepower to break through the defenses, but unfortunately, that would give Sangvis an opportunity to wipe their database before they could access it.
Shit. This is gonna be a pain in the ass to get past.
"Commander, we're at the Command Post, but there's a large Sangvis garrison in front of it." M1911 reported, tagging each enemy unit with a pair of futuristic-looking binoculars.
"Don't worry, I've got a plan to deal with that." the Commander replied cooly. "I'd turn your audio receptors off, though."
"Why?"
And that was when the air was pierced with a horrific yell that could only belong to one type of Doll, and AK-47's heart began to fill with dread.
"IDW DA NYA~!"
Oh fuck, no.
The voice was extremely loud and had nearly busted the Dolls' audio receptors as they were too late to turn them off, but in response to the immensely loud yell, the command unit of the enemy Command Post chose to divert half of its troops to find the source, leaving the enemy population much more manageable.
"An IDW? Seriously?" M1911 dryly asked the Commander.
"She was a stray, and she's also loud enough to serve as a distraction for you." he explained.
"Yeah, yeah, we got it. We're gonna go after the Command Post now. M1911 out."
Ending the call, the HG faced her team.
"Let's go." was all she said before she headed to the objective, staying crouched to avoid detection.
Hopefully this stealth shit ends soon. I need to shoot something. the drunkard thought to herself.
Effortlessly passing by the enemy Dolls, the team made it into the Command Post with relative ease, with FN-49 providing overwatch for them in a nearby shop.
"Watch my back." M1911 ordered.
Positioned at the door, AK-47 waited for her to hook herself up to the system again, weapon set to auto and ready to kill anything that tried to attack them.
"I'm ready, Miss Kalina." M1911 reported, a thin cord stuck to her neck and connected to the terminal.
"Got it-- shit, they're coming back."
Looking back outside, the blonde AR saw a fairly large group of Sangvis approaching the Command Post from the northwest, ready for a fight.
"Crap, they must've alarmed the building." the HG muttered.
"Echelon Two, thin the herd, and Echelon One, don't let 1911 get hurt." the Commander ordered.
"Understood!"
"Got it!"
Finally, I get to shoot something.
After a moment of relative silence, a seemingly endless hail of gunfire erupted from an old office building, disrupting the enemy unit and scattering them as two units were destroyed nigh-instantly. As the Sangvis on-site turned their attention to the Dolls inside the building, AK-47 raised her rifle and fired in short, controlled bursts, busting the helmet of a Vespid off and revealing her long violet hair as her head was punctured, the body hitting the ground a second later. Two more bursts killed a Ripper and sent another one into cover, her visor cracked.
"Hahaha! I've been waiting for this, scrap heaps!" she yelled as she swatted a Scout out of the sky with a lucky shot.
"More Sangvis coming in from the northeast!" MP5 reported, shielding herself as she drew their fire.
"We hear you, comrade." Mosin Nagant replied, punctuating it with a gunshot, blowing a sizeable hole through a Vespid's head.
AK-47 reloaded her weapon and swapped to another piece of cover, lighting a Molotov Cocktail and throwing it at a group of Prowlers, lighting them ablaze and opening them up to FN-49's carefully-calculated fire.
"Thanks for the help, rookie." she told the shy Rifle over Zener.
"Y-you're wel-- oh, no! They found me!"
Emerging from cover to fire on the remaining Vespids, AK-47 saw two Rippers enter FN-49's building, along with frantic gunfire from the inside.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" FN-49 yelled, followed by the sound of a bayonet sinking into synthetic skin and a Ripper being pushed out of the store, her Core punctured by a bladed weapon.
"Are you alright, 49?!" AK-47 yelled in Zener, concerned for her teammate.
"Oui. I-I'll be moving elsewhere now, cover me..."
Seeing a black, red, and brown blur leaving the store, she took aim at the Dolls near her and fired at them, forcing them into cover so the team's Rifle wasn't hurt. After a moment she found a new post and started to provide cover fire from it.
"Finally, we're in!" M1911 yelled triumphantly from the Command Post. "I'll be out with the intel in a minute, and if not, I'll just download it!"
"Got it."
Emptying her magazine again, the AR ejected it and rocked a new mag in, storing the empty one in her bandoiler as she chambered a round.
Then a grenade landed at her feet.
"Crap!" she yelled in panic, running to another piece of cover before she was blown to pieces, or worse, disabled by an EMP. However, this gave the Sangvis Dolls a shot at her, and as she crouched behind another concrete wall several shots landed squarely in her calf, right arm, and shoulder.
"Argh!"
Crashing into cover, AK-47 bit back another pained yell as she inspected herself, wincing at how badly she was damaged.
Fortunately, her leg was relatively fine (as in somewhat usable, as a nasty hole was leaking coolants onto her leg), but her right arm was useless, a bolt completely destroying her shoulder joint and staining her shoulder red, her metallic frame exposed to the world.
"Damn it." she muttered through gritted teeth, pulling her Makarov out and firing blindly at the enemy from cover, keeping them from advancing.
"MP5, Sten, I'm in need of aid! I've been hit!"
"Oh, no!"
"I'll be right there! Springfield, cover me!"
As she reloaded the handgun the blonde saw Sten slide into cover with her, her stomach twisting at the sight of a hole in her torso, leaking coolants onto her white shirt.
"Looks like you're not doing too good either, comrade."
"You once told me that we only failed if we died," the British girl repeated her words from when they first met, checking her ally's wounds, "and we're not dead yet."
"I did, huh?" AK-47 said, chuckling.
"Do you have any repair kits?"
"Yeah, in my bag."
Pointing it out with her left arm, the AR watched as Sten pulled the grey bag out, pulling the repair foam out.
"It's the same thing you gave Miss M1911." she explained. "Now how do I use it?"
"Just stick the tip of the nozzle into the wound and-- FUCK!" AK-47 swore as Sten followed instructions and injected a generous amount of the foam into her destroyed shoulder, sending a sharp flare of pain through her shoulder. "Shit, that hurt. Now I know how 1911 felt when I did this to her."
"S-sorry!"
"It's not your fault, comrade. Just get my arm and leg patched up so I can keep fighting."
Bracing herself, she bit on her tongue to prevent herself from screaming when her ally injected more repair foam into the holes in her arm and leg, then wiped the three wounds off and bandaged them.
Unfortunately, her shoulder was still fucked, but at least she could move again, as long as she could ignore the throbbing pain in her calf.
"Firebomb out!" Sten yelled as she threw an incendiary grenade, the military explosive doing much more damage than AK-47's Molotovs and even outright destroying a group of Prowlers.
"Another Sangvis squad's coming in!" FN-49 reported from her new post. "Please tell me you've got something, M1911!"
"I'm trying, 49! I'm not an E-War Doll!" M1911 retorted, referring to a class of special electronic warfare-type Dolls.
"Can't you just blow the Command module up?! We're being overrun!"
"The brainlets set the database to wipe if the Command module goes offline, so that'd be a no. What happened to Echelon Two?!"
"They got swamped by hostiles and had to change posts, but they're trying to keep the heat off of you." Commander Becker explained. "I also sent MP5 into the building to protect 1911 when you got shot."
Sure enough, a burst of gunfire cut down a Ripper who tried to enter the commandeered building, and the barrel of the white-haired Doll's SMG was sticking out the door and smoking slightly.
"That's good. AK out."
Peeking out of her cover, AK-47 put four rounds from her Makarov downrange, striking down an offending Ripper before a Vespid forced her behind the barricade again. Looking towards the structure, she dearly hoped her friend would find what they needed.
Tactical Doll M1911
Being used as a living computer was not fun, especially if the person doing that ran into firewalls and other defenses in a system.
This fact was reinforced as Kalina searched through the expansive files of the base's database, M1911's head throbbing uncomfortably as the data went through her Neural Cloud.
"Damn it, this is taking too long." M1911 told the ginger, pulling out a hard drive and plugging it in, beginning the download, then contacting the Commander. "Commander, there's too much data here, so we're just gonna download the stuff and look at it back at base."
"Just hurry. I don't think your team's gonna last too long, because every Sangvis in the area is heading your way, and they stopped paying attention to that IDW."
"Damm it. Got it, sir, 1911 out."
An explosion rocked the building, and the Doll was impacted by small bits of debris. However she was far too focused on keeping the download going to care, even as MP5 activated her shield to avoid death as she was fired on.
She dearly hoped the download would finish before her friends died.
Tactical Doll Springfield
"Der'mo! They're coming in from the eastern entrance!" Mosin Nagant reported as she rammed her combat shovel into a Ripper's neck, splattering her coat with purpleish oils.
Now heading up the stairs of another office building, Echelon Two's members were attempting to reach a vantage point in the building to help their allies, but with every Sangvis Doll in not only the area around the base, but the nearby patrols as well, heading their ways, they were soon under fire as well.
As the Rifles and MGs attempted to find their post, Tokarev and FNC kept their enemies busy, pinning them down in the staircase below them with suppressive fire, even as fresh troops funneled in from the building's east entrance.
Despite Echelon Two's best efforts, they didn't stop coming, and soon the two Dolls were pushed higher up the stairs towards the roof as the Sangvis Dolls gained ground, forcing the other members of the team to start firing back at them, giving themselves some breathing room.
"Damn it, I'm low on ammo." Springfield growled as she loaded her second-to-last stripper clip into her rifle.
"I'm out of ammo!" FNC yelled, holstering her empty weapon to pull out a Browning Hi-Power, firing at a Prowler.
In response the Rifle drew her M1911 and joined FNC and Tokarev at the staircase while Mosin Nagant and the MGs set up on the roof, firing upon the enemy to keep them pinned in the staircase. But with the three only having handguns, a few enemy Dolls broke through, causing the two smaller Griffin Dolls to grab onto a Ripper's arm as she fired, peppering the hallways with plasma fire, with a bolt missing Springfield's head by a mere inch.
That didn't stop Springfield from mag-dumping her M1911 into the Ripper, though, allowing FNC and Tokarev to push her mangled body into her allies, deterring them for a moment. However, the other Sangvis Dolls still managed to burst through, weapons raised and ready to fire--
--when the Dolls powered down all of a sudden, tumbling down the stairs like discarded toy dolls and crashing into their dead allies.
"What...?"
"They just stopped..."
"We're alive!"
Heading upstairs to the roof, Springfield saw Mosin Nagant pull out a pair of binoculars and look down at the Command Post, the Sangvis surrounding it either scrapped or deactivated and a bewildered AK-47 and Sten emerging from cover, the former sporting numerous injuries along her right side and holding her sidearm in her left hand. A moment later, M1911 emerged from the building, stuffing a hard drive into her shirt pocket.
"She did it..."
Tactical Doll M1911
Lowering her silver pistol, M1911 looked at the hard drive she just filled with hopefully vital information, then at the destroyed command node, which was sparking from the seven rounds of .45 ACP embedded in it.
Walking outside, the blonde was greeted with the sight of an injured AK-47, who was holding her pistol in her left hand, as her right arm had been rendered useless, and Sten, who was fine except for a small hole burned into her torso.
"What happened?!" she asked worriedly, rushing to her old friend.
"Sangvis got lucky." AK-47 replied, looking at her destroyed shoulder. "As for Sten..."
"I was caught reloading by a Scout, but my internal armor stopped it from doing too much damage." the British SMG explained.
"And what about MP5 or FN-49? What about Echelon Two?"
"I-I'm okay..." the Rifle reported as she emerged from her post, her rifle pointed at the ground as she made her way to her team. One look at her showed that she had gotten up close and personal, her clothes stained purple and her bayonet attached to her rifle's barrel and coated in similar oils.
"You sure about that?"
"Oui."
"Okay, then, what about Echelon Two?"
"We're okay, but Springfield had a close call with a Ripper in the staircase." FNC explained herself.
"So AK and Sten are our only injured..." M1911 noted. She then turned her comms on and contacted the Commander.
"Sir, we've got the intel, but AK and Sten got shot. Requesting immediate extraction."
"I know that, and the repairmen have been notified. As for extraction, the Humvee can't maneuver to the building itself, though, so you'll have to meet it in the intersection. And before you ask, Kamalov sent a chopper to pick Echelon Two up."
"Understood, sir. M1911 out."
Turning to face her team, she walked over to AK-47 and slipped an arm under her own, letting the taller blonde put her weight on her.
"Spasibo." AK-47 told M1911 as she helped her to the pickup zone, her team following closely behind.
"Just repaying you for helping me yesterday."
The Humvee was indeed waiting for them at the intersection, the driver sitting in his seat and attempting to placate a short blonde Doll with blonde hair, blueish eyes, and cat features.
"Fuck me..." AK-47 groaned, not at the Doll, but in pain.
"You alright?" M1911 asked her.
"My shoulder's fucked, and my leg has a hole in it. Do you really think I'm fine?"
"Point taken. But other than that?"
"I'm bummed I broke my 'no damage taken' streak, but otherwise, I'm not too sad."
"Even with Sten getting hurt."
"I was too far away to do anything, and I had been focused on saving 49, which I did, so it's not like I monumentally fucked up or anything."
Noticing the Dolls approaching the vehicle, the driver opened the door and beckoned them in.
"There you are-- shit, what happened?" he asked worriedly.
"Sangvis got lucky." the AR simply replied, slipping into a seat.
"Let's just get back to base." the driver replied as the rest of Echelon One enteres the jeep.
"Hello, nya!" the cat-girl Doll said. Now that they were in the jeep, they could see her attire, a white button-up shirt, black jean shorts, black boots, and green tipless gloves.
"So you're the IDW the Commander found, huh?" M1911 asked.
"Yep! IDW model Betty at your service, nya!"
"You know, you don't reveal your name to just about anyone, Betty." the HG told IDW.
"Well, since there's so many Dolls of my model, it's important to be able to tell us apart!" she explained.
"That makes sense. Driver, take us to base."
"You got it."
After the rest of them filed into the Humvee, the man put it into drive and turned around, leaving the site of the largest battle since Commander Prokhorov's death behind and shadowing the Blackhawk that held Echelon Two and 737's Dolls.
Fucking finally! This took way too long to write, and I'm glad that I finished this. In terms of the chapter, this fight went far too overkill in difficulty, so sorry about that. 1-5's fight will tone things down enough.
As it turns out, GFLR: Beginning is my second most viewed story on this site, with my very first story RvB: Reach only being ahead by a few hundred views.
I'm also trying to write the prequel story I mentioned doing in a previous chapter, so I need to do a fuckton of research on our (and the Russian) militaries, so it's as authentic as possible.
Finally, I'm gonna try to make something akin to GFL 404 Radio on YouTube, with original artworks drawn by yours truly and (hopefully) original voice acting. However, this will take a very long time, so just bear with me.
See you next chapter!