Sunalayan Individual Character Thread

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Sunalayan Individual Character Thread

This thread is part of the Sunalayan Revamp Project. Inspired by the Ajax "Character Intrigue" thread, this thread will serve as a place to write storylines and one-off stories that would not fit into dedicated RP threads. This allows members to continue to flesh out their national canons, and even areas that they do not normally focus on. This can include the one-off story of an average citizen living in your capital city, or a storyline between two historical figures.


Links

• Sunalaya
• Recruitment Thread

[Astronoth]

The Republic of South Torsylvania
May 2020

Kristoff adjusted his grey fatigues. He buried his smoldering cigar nub in an empty coffee mug set atop a map. A yellow hue radiated from the single lightbulb dangling above. The faces of South Torsylvanian Jamahiriya NCOs, blackened by soot, held stern expressions. The NCOs paid attention to their district commander, Sadar, dealing orders for the next assault on government positions.

“The APCs the Astronesians handed us will lead the frontal assault on the police station, comrades. All except for Captain Kayla’s fighters will follow them. Kayla, your troops will maneuver through the rubble of the financial district and flank.”

The NCOs acknowledged Sadar’s commands. They ascended a staircase hardly visible through the dense tobacco smoke, bound for their platoons. Communication specialists remained, signaling to friendly units throughout the fractured city-state an assault on the Audhali District police station was to begin. Sadar clenched a cigarette between his teeth. He focused on Kristoff.

“What is the word, Major Wallace? Can my forces expect more weapons and vehicles from our Astronesian friends?”

“Without question, Commander. Is there a reason you asked?” Kristof raised an eyebrow.

“No, just paranoia. My wife says its what makes me a good commander, my paranoia, but I’m not certain.”

Kristoff thought it over. “I know a few good officers and they are very paranoid.”

“Perhaps it’s a quality of a good soldier. As a sniper, what do you think? Does paranoia allow you to notice things others don’t?” Sadar puffed the cigar.

“Maybe, I haven’t thought about it.” Kristoff walked to the staircase where an AM-12 bolt-action rifle leaned against the wall. “I’m going to assist your snipers providing overwatch for the assault.”

“You don’t have to, Major, your advice serves us enough.”

Kristoff slung the rifle over a shoulder and spoke as he ascended the stairs. “We’re comrades in the revolution, Sadar, it’s important to remind ourselves, and others, of that reality.”

He itched his beard at the cellar door and fished a shemagh from his pocket.

[Astronoth]

The Republic of South Torsylvania
May 2020

The police station’s façade had collapsed. An APC idled atop the mound of debris. From the vehicles rear fluttered a green flag with a centered white hammer and sickle. From the roof of a row home, overlooking Audhali District, Kristoff cleaned his rifle. Beside him, with streams of sweat running down her dusted face, sat a Jamahiriya sniper eating a ration.

“I never see you eat or drink.” She shook her head. “Well, drink anything besides whiskey that is.”

“I have my share,” Kristoff said without bothering her a glance. “You did well today, comrade.”

“Believe me, I intend to brag to all the Jamahiriya about how I topped Astronoth’s best.”

“There are more hostiles to kill, I’ll have my vengeance one day soon.”

She finished her rice and stood, slinging her rifle over a shoulder in the process. “We’ll see.”

A bullet zipped through her head. Blood sprayed Kristoff.

“Sniper,” a voice screamed from below.

An APC’s machine gun barked. Kristoff sprawled on the roof, throwing a hand onto the dead woman’s arm as if he were going to pull her into cover. He breathed. She’s dead. There is no hope for her. She’s dead.
The shooting ceased. A distant NCO hollered for a squad to storm the building, his rough voice echoed down the street. Kristoff put his rifle back together, all clean aside from a little crimson grease.