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It's not Fire Emblem, just an OC testrun for SRWU
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I do not understand your people at all.
[Sielje addresses you either during a walk around town, or shortly after returning from one.]
Is Earth not a very dangerous place? Yet from the locals I saw so few carry any kind of weapon. How are they able to defend themselves when a foe attacks?
And all the beasts I encountered were pitiful and small. They seem to live alongside man completely tamed, are there no hunting grounds?
[2, aimed at mecha pilots - especially skilled ones in weak units or the other way around]
[As you try to leave or enter your unit's cockpit, there she is. A woman in a helmet and with a sword at her side, staring at your machine intently - and now, also at you.]

Strange.
[Is that all you get for a comment?]
[3]
[Tactics are being talked about. Maybe it's a briefing, or some kind of lecture. Maybe it's just a discussion. Either way Sielje's time to contribute.]
What should be done? I will tell you what should be done.
[She stands up.]

Challenge the enemy head on. Engage from the front, or stand your ground but be clear about your intent. No hiding, no tricks.
That would be dishonorable.
[4 - combat prompt]

Ghh...!
[The situation does not look good. The enemy is overpowering in strength or numbers or perhaps both.]
Alright. So be it.

Hear me! I am the knight Sielje, tha Guard of the South! I challenge you to a honorable duel. Beast or man, accept my challenge! You will not go past me!
[Oh crap she is walking forward right towards the most powerful of enemies, Sielje's mass-produced (or what counts as mass-produced for Ankaians) Knight's Arm having only a sword and a beast hide cloak to defend itself with.
It's a surprise her voice cracked and wavered only a little.]
I do not understand your people at all.
[Sielje addresses you either during a walk around town, or shortly after returning from one.]
Is Earth not a very dangerous place? Yet from the locals I saw so few carry any kind of weapon. How are they able to defend themselves when a foe attacks?
And all the beasts I encountered were pitiful and small. They seem to live alongside man completely tamed, are there no hunting grounds?
[2, aimed at mecha pilots - especially skilled ones in weak units or the other way around]
[As you try to leave or enter your unit's cockpit, there she is. A woman in a helmet and with a sword at her side, staring at your machine intently - and now, also at you.]
Strange.
[Is that all you get for a comment?]
[3]
[Tactics are being talked about. Maybe it's a briefing, or some kind of lecture. Maybe it's just a discussion. Either way Sielje's time to contribute.]
What should be done? I will tell you what should be done.
[She stands up.]
Challenge the enemy head on. Engage from the front, or stand your ground but be clear about your intent. No hiding, no tricks.
That would be dishonorable.
[4 - combat prompt]
Ghh...!
[The situation does not look good. The enemy is overpowering in strength or numbers or perhaps both.]
Alright. So be it.
Hear me! I am the knight Sielje, tha Guard of the South! I challenge you to a honorable duel. Beast or man, accept my challenge! You will not go past me!
[Oh crap she is walking forward right towards the most powerful of enemies, Sielje's mass-produced (or what counts as mass-produced for Ankaians) Knight's Arm having only a sword and a beast hide cloak to defend itself with.
It's a surprise her voice cracked and wavered only a little.]
2
[The woman exiting her machine is dressed a bit strangely, considering that she just got back from a battle. A wooly sweater is not exactly a typical pilot outfit.]
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[Sielje walks up and...]
My apologies for this.
[Pushes at Ruby with one hand, as if trying her stance!]
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[She flops over without much resistance.]
Why would you do that!?
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[Her gaze wanders to the side, as if she was embarassed of what she just did.]
You are... not strong, are you? I am surprised.
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[Ruby starts massaging her poor rear end.]
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[Volya scoots backwards a little like a skittish and frightened gazelle. Interitus is not being helpful having decided to curl up and take a nap, letting out intermittent 'thhhbttthts' in its sleep.]
Can... can I help you?
[And not get a sword to the face.]
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[Total deadpan here before he sighs.]
Sorry... getting stabbed a lot out there didn't help my mood much.. Yes I am. Not like it helps.
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What cruel circumstances force a young boy to take up arms? And how does a young boy tame a large and powerful beast of his own?
[Sielje looks up at Interitus' massive form.]
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[Calvin's positioned waaay behind Sielje and behind some cover - the barrel of his OSI-Model Genoace's rifle barely visible. It was also badly damaged with the investigator himself sweating bullets with his heart racing faster than a horse being chased by a dinosaur.]
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[A response from the enemy obviously doesn't come. The Knight's Arm tries to shield the front of its body with its cloak - almost like a matador, then draws the sword and engages the foe.]
For not being stronger.
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[Calvin hisses the words out through his teeth. Good grief. He fires and assists her they'll both get killed. He lets her do this she'll get killed. And then when the enemy decides to comb the area he'll get killed. So either way he'll probably die. So... what the hell, he may as well do things on his own terms. He takes careful aim and sends shot after shot at the enemies Sielje is charging - seeking to trip them up or otherwise throw them off to give the honorable knight a better chance. He doubted his rifle would be able to dig through their armor enough for a kill shot so this was probably the best he could do.]
Blame yourself if we manage to live through this. I'll cover you.
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3
HERE'S ANOTHER IDEA, THOUGH. HOW ABOUT WE DO NOT, IN FACT, ACT LIKE WE ARE COMPLETELY RETARDED.
[Kagura's voice is as mechanical as usual, but there's no mistaking the sarcasm behind that as the faceless plate that was focused on the tactical display turns slightly towards the alien knight]
WHATEVER BACKWATER YOU COME FROM MAY HAVE A THING FOR FUTILE CHARGES, BUT I MAKE IT A POINT TO TRY TO NOT WASTE MY MEN IN STUPID MACHO HORMONAL SHIT. YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF, BE MY GUEST, BUT JUST GO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE.
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Do you have no appreciation for honor? Does anyone on this planet?
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MOST OF THEM WERE POOR BASTARDS THAT DIED FIGHTING FOR THE MUCH SMARTER ASSHOLES AT THE TOP THAT PROMOTED IT.
THERE'S NO HONOR OR GLORY IN WAR. WAR IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ALL OF THAT RAN OUT AGES AGO. THERE'S JUST WHO COMES BACK AND WHO DOESN'T. AND I INTEND THESE PEOPLE TO BE ON THE FIRST GROUP.
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Trying to keep others alive is a lofty goal. If that is your intention, I will support it. However...
[Sielje's gaze lowers.]
We are weak. It is our honor, our dedication to its principles, that makes us strong. If you take that away, what becomes of us?
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4 [Because it must be Done]
The mysterious avian mech walks slowly towards Sielgie's own unit.
"But know this, Sielgie, Guard of the South! I shall pass through you in the end!"
The mech clearly has ranged weapons, but it lashes out with one of it's thermal arm blades instead. "Knowing this, will you still stand and fight?"
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[The drawn blade is now put on a guard, in front of the Knight's Arm head - where its eyes should be.]
Prepare yourself!
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The mysterious mech's charging towards you! Suddenly, it's rocketing up on plasma jets! Now it's descending towards you, a Heat Claw thrust out towards your Knight's arm head! "Now Behold...the Soulful Fire of my Falcon Claw!"
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[Sielje's sword locks with the heat claw in a guard. The blades cause sparks to fly into the air - but the knight does not take a single step backward. Her defense must hold no matter what!]
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In modern society violence is strictly regulated and controlled. Huma-er, we also like to specialize, so we have some people who have defence and security as their whole jobs. That way, a few people keep everyone else safe, and most people can devote their time to other things.
As for animals...well, they are mostly domesticated. Since ancient times, humans either domesticated or ate pretty much everything they could, so now there are so few of some animals people aren't allowed to hunt them anymore.
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Does Earth's society really require so many non-combatants to support the few who fight?
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...a better question is, does your society really require so many soldiers? I imagine your rates of military service are quite high, but I've not heard much about your home...
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[Sielje ponders this idea. She continues after a while, sounding rather focused.]
The way Earth sees it, Ankaia has no military. We have no soldiers who are picked and trained, only knights who reached their position with their own strong hands. To battle beasts - and sometimes each other in honorable duels, is the greatest fate anyone can hope for. Those who are strong fight, reach out for glory and further strength. Those who are weak provide for their needs, in return for protection. This is how it is and has always been.
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