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eugenesmorphine · 4 years

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Oh Captain, My Captain // Ronald Speirs Imagine

AN: I love the thought of Speirs being sweet to is significant other. I know it might not seem too realistic. But I can totally seeing Speirs being that way.

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I watched in horror as I watched Ronald Sprint across Foy. What the hell was he doing?! If Dike wasn’t being such a bitch and actually led this company and wouldn’t be so scared we wouldn't be stuck in this mess! Now Ronald was sprinting across Foy to link up with I company. Running straight through German infantry and artillery. They didn't shoot at him at first. Probably because they couldn't believe what the Lieutenant was actually doing. I clutched my rifle tightly, pressing myself against the wall of a half destroyed building. I looked to the side, peering over the corner, nearly getting my face blown in by a sniper in a building across from me. I felt a warm feeling on my cheek, along with the feeling of a thick liquid running down my cheek. Great, the bullet sliced my face, like this day could get worse. Many casualties caused by our shitty officer in charge Dike, now my boyfriend is putting his god damn life on the line just for a shot of Adrenaline! You gotta be kidding me!

I quickly shot at the sniper a few times, hoping one of the shots would hit. But, to no avail, no bullets hit. I sighed heavily and now I was getting mad. This mission in Foy was turning into a giant cluster fuck, and now with Dike acting like this, my friends were either dying, or close to it. And now the love of my life was risking his life, I was not having it. I looked across to behind a short wall. And there he still was. Dike sitting there, like a little baby, tail between his legs as everything was unfolding around him. I shook my head and just carried on with my duties. I needed to keep advancing and killing as many Krauts needed. I clutched my rifle, ready to run to the next set of cover.

I took a deep breath, swallowing hard. I stood up and began sprinting. I had to make it to a building about a hundred feet diagonal from me. From there it will be easier to advance and it’ll give me and the rest of Easy Company the upper hand after Ronald got I Company. The difficult part was sprinting a hundred feet under heavy enemy fire and artillery blasts unharmed and or alive. Though, in the moment, the only focus was getting the mission done. No matter what. So when I began running full speed across Foy, I wasn’t too worried about the fire of the German Infantryman that I was receiving. That was until I felt a sharp pain rock through my shoulder. Once again, followed with the feeling of warm blood soaking the fabric of my blouse. Just great. Absolutely wonderful.

“God damn it!” I cursed, stumbling slightly. I glanced at my shoulder quickly while continuously running. It looked like it went straight through. But who the hell knows what that little piece of metal hit on the way. I winced, now running with my rifle in one hand. God it hurt. But, mission comes first. I noticed that I was close to the advancement point. I pressed my lips together and with a lot of pain, I grabbed my weapon with both hands and felt the adrenaline course through my veins. I ran faster than I ever had in that moment. I dove behind a small piece of cover, my shoulder now throbbing with pain. As one of the higher ranks, a Gunnery Sergeant to be exact, I was supposed to go and advance first. And what good does it do if I was wounded?

I held that position for a while, shooting down a few Germans. Shooting with a hole in my shoulder was harder than I thought. And definitely more painful. Though, soon enough, my Ronald ran back from linking with I and H Company successfully. And it was decently smooth sailing from there. I mean, sort of. Shifty shot down the sniper, basically saving Lipton’s ass. Soon enough, we killed enough German’s and advanced enough that the last of the Krauts surrendered. Thank god. We had already been running low on supplies, and men. And after this horror show, I wonder how bad it was now.

I used my gun to help support myself as I stood up. Pain shot through my shoulder, causing me to wince. Though, my mind immediately traveled to something, more like someone else. I watched from afar as the cowardly Lieutenant Dike stood up from his cover. He had not moved an inch from when the battle had started. I watched as he stared at the numerous dead bodies, mentally counting the casualties. I angrily pressed my lips together, if cartoons were real, I would have steam shooting out of my ears. Ignoring my pain in my shoulder, and a strange pain in my ankle which I had probably sprained, I marched my way angrily to Dike. Rage filled my eyes, my friends tried to keep me back but in no way, shape, or form was I going to stop. This cowardly and shameful excuse of a man has caused too many problems and at this point, screw rank. My men are being killed. I walked straight up to him and pushed him hard in the chest.

“How many deaths?” I yelled. I got closer into his face. He looked at me in shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words left his mouth. He just looked everywhere but me. “How many casualties Lieutenant?! Since you’re counting already!” I yelled once more. I shoved him in his chest again. Now a small crowd gathering. I could see officers approaching, but this is war, who even cares anymore? “Watch it Gunny. Don’t you even forget rank!” he replied, his voice sounded weak. I chuckled in sarcasm. “Rank? You are trying to pull rank to hide the shitty job you have done? To ignore the deaths you have caused?! I have lost my closest friends due to your lack of leadership! Go ahead write me up for insubordination! See if I care!” I screamed angrily, I took my helmet off angrily. I turned to finish my rant towards the Lieutenant. Though, seeing his face of sorrow, anger, and some traces of tears in his eyes, I just huffed angrily and ran a hand through my hair. I turned and just stormed off, cursing to myself.

I sat on a rock, pondering to myself. Why was I here? I could be on base somewhere, making plans to attack, safe and sound away from here. Why was I out risking my lives for people that were mostly ungrateful? I sighed heavily, placing my helmet down beside my feet. Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled at Dike like that. Hell, he is just as scared as everyone else. Just less good at hiding it I guess. I rested my elbows on my knees. How did the world end up getting so messed up?

My thoughts were interrupted from the crunching of snow underneath a set of boots. I looked in the direction of which the sound was coming from. My eyes met with the eyes of a familiar captain. My lover Ronald Speirs. He seemed untouched, except for a little more dirt on him. Which was nothing facing toward the fact that he ran straight through enemy lines, then ran back. He was seemingly untouched.

“Ronald!” I gasped, standing up, once again ignoring the pain in my shoulder. I ran to him, grasping at his arms, checking his body for any injuries. I looked up at him, a small smile on his face. Then I remembered how much he scared me when he ran through ENEMY LINES the RAN BACK! My face went hard and I hit his chest, not too hard, but hard enough to prove my point. “Do you understand how stupid that way Ronald?! You could’ve died and those Krauts would’ve stripped you dry! What would I do without you?! Huh?!” I was on fire with hopping in everyone’s shit today. I watched as he let out a dry chuckle. Was he thinking I was joking right now?

“Sweets I had to, what else were we to do?” he asked, his voice trying to be soothing. I just huffed. He wasn’t understanding how much I was to lose if he got killed. I felt the burning sensation of tears filling in my eyes. It was all getting too much. I looked back up at him. I gulped. “Please Ronald, don’t do something like that again. I don’t know what I would do without you, especially in this war,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. His expression changed almost immediately from joking and hard to a softer and worried look. Something very few or special people, like myself, has seen from Captain Ronald Speirs. He didn’t say anything right away, but instead, he dropped his weapon and wrapped his arms tightly around my torso. Lifting me up slightly as he leaned his head in the crook of my neck. He usually wasn’t like this, unless we were definitely alone, but he must’ve felt somewhat bad. He then pulled away, confusing me more. Before he cupped my face and kissed me hard but gently at the same time. I wrapped my arms around his neck, cherishing the moment.

“I promise I want to do something like that, no way in hell Gunny,” he said, pulling away and giving me a small smile. He grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze, sitting down on a log. I sat next to him. “That’s good Captain,” I chuckled. I smiled. He looked at me, “You really showed Dike didn’t you?” he asked, chuckling softly. I shook my head, scoffing. “Yeah I guess I did. I kind of feel bad, but what can I do now?” I shrugged looking at him. He chuckled at my words. Sometimes the strong minded and seemingly cold captain forgets that I am just as tough as he is. I’m just selective with it. I rolled my eyes at his actions.

He looked at me, scoffing jokingly. “Oh don’t start Y/N, you know you love me,” he said, pulling out a pack of smokes, handing me one. He knows me so well. I gladly took it, placing it between my lips. I took out my lighter, lighting his cigarette and then lit mine. I took a puff and blew the smoke out. A small smile spreading across my lips. I looked at my boots, and with that I responded to my lover’s words with:

“That I do Captain. That I do

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beaumontwrites · 7 years

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Technician’s Handbook.

Technician’s Handbook - Automated Armour Suit.

The Automated Armour Suit is a heavy, automated suit of armour used by front-line infantry during battle. It has reduced the casualty rate of equipped units by thirty-four percent over a six month campaign season.

Technical costs and resource limitations prevent wide-spread deployment to all front-line troops. Techniques for production need to be refined and new technicians should be trained immediately.

All AAS are composed of a standardised exoskeletal framework over which standardized variants of armour are emplaced.

Standardized AAS armour should follow the base minimum guidelines provided.

For all Heavy Infantry and Main Battle deployments; tenth-steel of between one-third and one-half digits thickness, of a curved design, should be used for all major plating. Due to the weight, sarritium batteries are a base requirement necessary to power the exoskeletal framework. Cooling should be by liquid only.

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Scrawled in the margins. No wonder they lost, these guidelines are absolute nonsense. The only one that makes sense is the tenth-steel and the thickness of the plating. You can save steel by making it sloped instead of rounded. Sarritium batteries are also a good suggestion but the heat they produce is easier to cool if you just eject the heat-sinks. Yeah you’re dropping molten metal all over the place but you get a glancing hit that buts a liquid vein and you’re gonna get stewed.

Technician’s Handbook - Sarritium and Sarritium Batteries.

Sarritium is a chemical element, a light metal with unique properties that allow it to be extremely useful for industrial purposes. It is extremely ductile, malleable and has extremely high thermal and electrical conductivity - nearly three times that of silver. More importantly however is it’s strange propensity to ignite when in contact with water. It produces extreme levels of heat, and creates sarritic acid.

Sarritic acid is a weak acid even when highly concentrated, making it useful for various industrial production methods. However it is extremely toxic when not handled properly, producing an effect not dissimilar to radiation poisoning. It should be handled carefully.

The uniqueness of this interaction with water allows the manufacture of sarritium batteries. With a small amount of sarritium and water, enough thermal energy can be created to power small city blocks and even some of the more exotic machinery scientists are now developing. Care should be taken to ensure they do not overheat as sarritium batteries that overheat have a tendency to explode. Vapourised sarritic acid should be avoided at all costs as areas contaminated by this vapour will be toxic to human and animal life until the contaminants are cleared.

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Scrawled in the margins. Careful in handling, careful in manufacturing, careful in tasting. The poisoning isn’t so bad once you get used to it. No idea what this “radiation poisoning” thing is but I’ve heard about toxic metals from down south - kind of like sarritium but doesn’t explode in water. Best thing to do is crack open a battery when it is glowing, you get a bit sick for a few weeks but better than losing an arm. Trust me. It’s weird that they say it is useful for industrial cleaning and shit but then say “never let it out”. I think those gals were just extremely paranoid. Shame it didn’t save them.

Emilia’s Notes. Book is missing pages on weaponry, electrical diagrams, steel production methods, etcetera. Am I meant to believe that the technicians didn’t write about it, I don’t see any tearing. Well, I know about their weaponry, apparently before the reaping they used some kind of magnetized guns that are impossible to reproduce. Guns are pretty fucking pointless anyway against all our enemies. Demons, dragons, automatons. You need to get between their armour plates - or in the case of automatons you need to cut them in half. Give me a sword any day.

I’ve made my own electrical diagrams, but I’m getting a bit stuck on logic gating for some of the older shit they built. I can only piece so much together before it starts to make me scratch my head and call them idiots again. They clearly knew something I didn’t, I don’t want to think they were just fucking stupid.

Steel production would be nice though, best I can do is twelve-steel but they speak of fifty-steel and sixty-steel in their books. I can’t even imagine how strong that stuff would be. Maybe I’ll find some some day, and I can test it.

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thebeautifulmountain-blog · 7 years

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Technician’s Handbook.

Technician’s Handbook - Automated Armour Suit.

Technical costs and resource limitations prevent wide-spread deployment to all front-line troops. Techniques for production need to be refined and new technicians should be trained immediately.

All AAS are composed of a standardised exoskeletal framework over which standardized variants of armour are emplaced.

Standardized AAS armour should follow the base minimum guidelines provided.

Scrawled in the margins.

No wonder they lost, these guidelines are absolute nonsense. The only one that makes sense is the tenth-steel and the thickness of the plating. You can save steel by making it sloped instead of rounded. Sarritium batteries are also a good suggestion but the heat they produce is easier to cool if you just eject the heat-sinks. Yeah you’re dropping molten metal all over the place but you get a glancing hit that buts a liquid vein and you’re gonna get stewed.

Technician’s Handbook - Sarritium and Sarritium Batteries.

Scrawled in the margins.

Careful in handling, careful in manufacturing, careful in tasting. The poisoning isn’t so bad once you get used to it. No idea what this “radiation poisoning” thing is but I’ve heard about toxic metals from down south - kind of like sarritium but doesn’t explode in water. Best thing to do is crack open a battery when it is glowing, you get a bit sick for a few weeks but better than losing an arm. Trust me.

It’s weird that they say it is useful for industrial cleaning and shit but then say “never let it out”. I think those gals were just extremely paranoid. Shame it didn’t save them.

#fantasy #writing #fiction

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