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Author's Note: So much for 'shortly.' >.<

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It had been far too long since Jeanne last had something to eat. Water from her canteen had been the only thing hitting her stomach since her small and rushed breakfast earlier that morning. Giving her rumbling stomach a pat, she headed over to the mess tent and got in line.

The hastily assembled tent had only gone up a handful of minutes before she had filed out from the city outskirts, and it was obvious that the staff were understocked in gear - No trays to eat from, instead, the food was issued in the cans it originally came in, and the folks in line were given a spoon and almost scalding hot can of what smelled like ground beef and potato hash, still in the cylindrical brick shape, but bubbling. "At least the tables have been set up." she muttered as she sat herself down and jammed her fork into the solid 'lunch' before her to free her hands and retrieve her canteen from her belt.

"You one-a the volunteers?" A young man asked, taking a seat opposite of her. While she wasn't all to old herself - Twenty five years old - This soldier looked to still be in his teens.

"Non, I have grown up here in America." She replied, taking an experimental bite of her food. Too her surprise, it tasted far better than it looked... Something likely to do with the fat that helped keep the air out of the can, she mused as she chewed. "Rush Point, Minnesota"

The young soldier paused with his food halfway up to his mouth. "Really? Shit... You don't know, do you? I heard the radio boys saying there's a huge battle going on around Rush Lake. That's where you're headed."

Jeanne nearly dropped her spoon, and she grit her teeth. News had been sparse, but she thought the Feds were being pushed back hard...

She shoved the can of food over at the young man, who shot her a concerned look. "You gonna be alright? No family out there, I hope?"

"Thank goodness my family is in Chicago." She replied, shaking her head, "Thank you for the 'eads up. My appetite is gone and I need to get going. Finish my food if you like." She offered, turning for the exit, "You look like you need it, Skinny Boy."

"Really?" The kid sputtered, "I mean, if you're sure."

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Jeanne kicked the tire of her squad's assigned truck, cursing a blue streak under her breath as Miriam returned from her toilet-locating expedition looking more relaxed, though it was overshadowed by concern as she climbed up into the back and offered her hand to the blonde.

"What's the matter? You look pissed." Miriam remarked with a grunt as she pulled the taller soldier up.

"Do you still have extended family in Rush City, or Rush Point?" Jeanne asked, prompting a confused frown.

"No, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Federal forces are engaged in the area surrounding Rush Lake right now. General Butler has us heading there."

Miriam seemed to go a little pale. "I... My Nana still lives in Rush Point. Goddamn."

Jeanne leaned across the gap between the benches and pulled Miriam into a hug. "We are going to kick them out. If they think they can stomp over our old home..." She swallowed, "We will take it back, and if they hurt any of the civilians, we will kill them all."

Miriam pushed Jeanne away gently, looking her dead in the eyes. "That's against orders. We're supposed to take prisoners."

"There will be no survivors after each engagement. It is that simple." Miriam took a deep breath, and looked to have some of her colour return to her face.

"Yeah. Shame they didn't surrender."

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So ends our prologue. From here on, decisions are going to have some pretty major consequences. I encourage you all to think hard on Jeanne's actions, as while I do want to continue writing her out, you will determine how well she makes it out of combat... If she or her squad survive at all. I won't be unfair and cause unavoidable instant death, but not thinking thinks through will be problematic. Even outside of the warfighting itself, ruining her reputation and humiliating herself is also a risk, so if Jeanne is to become influential in the CSA at all, you must play smart. You'll still get your omorashi scenes, but poor choices might still net a few, and cause problems in the long or short run.

I will be beginning Act I tomorrow morning. I'm not going to forget that Jeanne skipped her chance at a pee-break, nor, I imagine, will she or Miriam.

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Author's Note: So much for 'shortly.' >.< ---   It had been far too long since Jeanne last had something to eat. Water from her canteen had been the only thing hitting her stomach

There is an update coming along today, and I have an example of what Jeanne will be wearing! Unfortunately, I can't find a decent picture of a girl in a men's style coat for Miriam, but she's dressed

Yep. I might just be crazy, but I think it'll be totally worth it.   HoI IV has been taking up most of my gaming time lately, so I understand. My PC can't run much more other than HoI IV/K

1 hour ago, Darksyn said:

I will be beginning Act I tomorrow morning. I'm not going to forget that Jeanne skipped her chance at a pee-break, nor, I imagine, will she or Miriam.

It begins.

Personally, I'm hoping for some fear-based accidents, but at this point, I'm invested no matter what we get. This story is really good so far, even with only a few entries.

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Act I

 

Moreau and the rest of Jeanne's squad had piled into the back of the truck not long after her. Her sergeant quirked an eyebrow and glanced between the two women. "Well, Hello. You picked up a stray, Belrose?"

Miriam rolled her eyes. She had been sitting with her BAR's stock braced against the floor, and the long weapon looked almost huge in her hands.

"Not a stray, Sergeant," Jeanne replied, "An old friend. She's from the same place I grew up, and where we're going, so I figured she would be a good pathfinder - We can both scout for you now." She lied. It was a reasonable enough explanation, though the truth was that she didn't want to find out that poor Miri had died after the war was over, and she intended to protect her dear friend herself.

"Smart. We needed a gunner anyway." The stocky southern man replied, "Welcome to our little gun-toting family." He offered his hand to Miriam, who leaned over to give it a firm shake. Her grip seemed to surprise the man, but the subtle look of surprise was replaced with a grin.

"Not much of a talker, huh?"

Miriam shrugged. "Got a lot on my mind. Our hometown is aflame and if the rumors are true about the way they treat the families of our soldiers..."

Moreau's smile vanished. "Yeah, The devil's company is what those cocksuckers are." He replied, "Got my family out back before the show trial with those two Italian fellas concluded. Glad they got free. If you've got anybody out in Rush, we'll keep 'em safe and kick in some Feddie teeth."

"The support is appreciated." Miriam replied with a tired smile.

Jeanne shifted in her seat. She had taken to field stripping her rifle to give it a quick wipe down. It wasn't quite necessary yet, but she needed an excuse to fidget and keep her mind occupied. Pressure had been building in her bladder, slowly at first, but as it had all dragged on, the bumps in the road had made it quite uncomfortable.

'I can wait.' she thought, "We're going to be stopping for chow soon."

The other two Squaddies had been quietly chatting away by the tailgate.

The squad was quite diverse by this point. Sergeant Moreau, a short and mostly unremarkable man in his thirties, Satoshi, a wiry young man who had been driven out of Japan when the government cracked down on socialist movements, He served as the urban combat specialist, owing to his previous revolutionary experience, and Christopher Eckart, a soft spoken Nevadan demolitionist and former miner. He was by far the largest member of the squad, a full head taller then Jeanne, who already stood at an impressive five-foot-nine. Amusingly, Christopher was also the most professional in composure than even Moreau, something the group teased the muscular blonde man about endlessly.

The Feddies would never allow such a diverse squad composition. Racism tended to override practicality among the reactionaries, and while it wasn't quite stamped out inside the CSA, the egalitarian movement had drawn all sorts, especially those who would be mistreated by the other warring factions.

"Oi, Jeanne."

Satoshi's voice snapped Jeanne out of her thoughts.

Blinking, Jeanne realized she had been staring toward the three men.

"You look very out of it." Satoshi remarked. His english was quite fluent, with just the barest hint of an accent - Less noticeable than Jeanne's own, even. She supposed that it was his university education, something most of the squad lacked.

"Ah, just thinking about what a band of misfits we are." She admitted with a smile, "Strangest family I have ever been a part of. I wouldn't trade it for the world."

Satoshi smiled and shrugged, taking a moment to adjust his eyeglasses, "And here I thought that we were the most dysfunctional squad in the American Red Army."

Christopher chuckled softly, just barely audible over the sound of the loud diesel engine.

Satoshi braced his trenchgun's stock against the tailgate and pulled his legs up, holding onto the struts keeping the canvas over the truckbed as she sat down next to Jeanne.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miriam. Jeanne has shared the most amusing stories about you."

Jeanne rammed her elbow into Satoshi's side, prompting an "Ooof." and a laugh from the man.

"He is full of shit, Miri." Jeanne countered, "All he knows is that we used to hunt and fish together."

Miriam couldn't help but smile as Satoshi pouted at her friend. "So Satoshi is the shit disturber. Good to know, and it's nice to meet you."

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Like anything to do with the military, the ride dragged on for some time. Jeanne had done some mental math after estimating their speed, and realized that they would have to travel another four hours after dinner before they stopped for the night if they wanted to reinforce Rush City within the next two days.

Managing to focus long enough to do this was a herculean task, given the angry pangs she had endured from her bladder for almost an hour. Finally, though, they pulled into a small town and the convoy began to disembark. Her legs felt numb, and the drop from the tailgate to the ground sent a painful jolt right through her bladder.

"Now," she thought as her squad dropped down and began to spread out, "I need to find a bathroom."

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Jeanne has spotted a couple of potential locations with restrooms. Which should she pursue, or should she just find a quiet spot to pop a squat?

A) There's a diner across the road from the truck yard where the mess tent is being set up. It might have a decent bathroom.

B) There are a handful of stores around this block, there might be a good chance to find a restroom

C) Hunting down a toilet is going to be a huge hassle, and while she can hold on for a little while yet, it'd be far easier if she simply found a hiding place and dropped trou.

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Author's Note: For A and B options, I will be rolling dice to see if Jeanne is lucky or not. C is somewhat risky if somebody spots her, but it's not guaranteed that the place she looks will have a bathroom, and that'll only make the situation worse.

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Jeanne bit her lip as she looked the area over again. Closer inspection showed that only a few of the many stores were actually open - the rest had CLOSED signs hanging from their doors, no doubt due to the lack of regular deliveries the war had provoked.

Walking somewhat stiffly, she went to investigate the remaining stores. Brief conversations with the proprietors yielded frustrating news: Aside from the diner, not many of the buildings near the truck yard had any toilets, and the diner, despite the best efforts of the staff, was infamous for having their one restroom vandalized or worse.

The only real option left open to her was to find a spot to squat. Any of the number of alleyways would suffice, but with all of the soldiers milling around, she couldn't be sure somebody wouldn't happen upon her while she went. It would something fairly awkward to explain, and the idea that she might be peeped on by accident gave her chills as old, bad memories surfaced.

Before they could fill her head, she headed back outside...

A jolt of pain made her double over as she left the shop behind, and she could feel a burning sensation as a single drop slowly ran down her urethra. She felt the droplet against her groin as it was absorbed by her panties. She had overestimated her ability, and very nearly lost all control. Trying to steady her shaky breath, she hobbled around a corner and into an alley. She didn't have long before her minor problem turned into a very major one.

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Jeanne only has two real options at this point. There is just enough concealment for her to hide behind and relieve herself. The problem is, how should she try to go?

A) Yank her trousers and panties down and squat. If she's not fast enough, she could end up peeing all over her clothes and boots.

or

B) Yank her trousers and panties down, but pee standing. It's not something she's done before, and might get her clothes wet, but if it does, it won't be as severe as if she were to burst before she could squat.

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Author's Note: It's shorter than my usual posts, but given this particular situation, there isn't much more I can flesh this update out with. If she were with somebody, it likely would have been longer.

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Jeanne had barely hobbled around the corner when she felt her control begin to lapse. With almost no time to think, she yanked her trousers and panties down to her thighs and thrust her hips forward just as the stream began. Dribbles ran down her legs and dripped into her panties, but she quickly adjusted, using her fingers in an inverted V-shape to better aim. She noted with a blush that it was a tad more yellow than usual, no doubt due to her stubborn avoidance of her canteen during the trip.

She heaved a sigh of relief as the flow tapered off close to half a minute later, but her relaxation was ruined when she heard a familiar feminine giggle behind her. She finished up, blushing rather vividly as Miriam gave her a pat on the back.

"Good lord, Frenchie," She whistled, looking past Jeanne's shoulder at the puddle hiding in the shade of the building, "You should've gone before we left. If you do that on the regular we might need to sign you up as a firefighter."

Jeanne grimaced as she pulled her pee-spattered panties back up, then her trousers. It was going to be a bit damp and uncomfortable, but she would deal with it until their next stop.

The blonde jerked her elbow back at Miriam half-heartedly, and her friend dodged with a "Woah there, Careful!" She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she faced the petite gunner. "Is there a reason you are following me, aside from wishing to see me pee?" She remarked drily as she crossed her arms.

"Wuh?" Miriam replied articulately, taking a moment to process what Jeanne had just said. "I... You... Y'know what, Think whatever you like about that," she stammered, earning a smirk from Jeanne as her cheeks lit up. "I was just curious as to why you ran off while most of us were rushing for the mess tent. With the news from earlier, I thought you were avoiding us so we didn't see you cry." Miri managed finally. "You're still weird, by the way. Same as back during our hunting trips. Pissin' in the woods. I have a hard time without a proper seat."

"You're the unusual one, Miri." Jeanne replied as headed around the corner, pausing for her friend to catch up. "Staring that whole time. Was it a good show?"

The two exchanged barbs and playful punches in the shoulder as they made the way to the tent to finally get a bite to eat.

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Aside from Christopher's characteristic quiet, the squad had chatted quite animatedly after dinner as the packed back up and began the next leg of their trip. According to Moreau, at least part of the way would be by train, something everybody agreed would give their asses a break from the constant bumps and potholes that bounced them like seeds in a tin can.

"If we're lucky, it might be a proper passenger train." Satoshi mused, resting his arms behind his head. He had stretched out between Christopher's intended spot and his own, a habit he had picked up once he realized that his buddy enjoyed riding on the tailgate. Jeanne had never been bothered, but with the low-key glare coming from Miri, it seemed that at least somebody was jealous of the space, crammed up between pieces of kit, her BAR, and the Sergeant, who was out like a light despite the racket.

"What are the chances of that, though? We have a lot of freight to move with us, would we not just get crammed in some box cars?" Jeanne countered.

"If Sarge was right about the line we're using, I have a pretty decent idea of their timetables. Studying that sort of thing was important back in my old militia. VIPs, when civilians would be around, when it was only army personnel so we could bomb them..."

"You really saw some shit, huh?" Miriam asked, "Were the, uh... Those secret police, were they any good at countering your actions?"

"Not really." Satoshi shrugged, "The Kenpeitai was busy trying to bust unions, none of us bothered to work while we were trying to remove them. I feel bad for the orthodox syndies, but they weren't exactly the most proactive in revolting." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's why we had to flee. Too many informants, not enough armed uprisings or subversion of their systems."

"What you're saying is greek to me." Miriam replied, "I just hopped on 'cuz I know we're fighting for freedom and fair treatment."

"You have never been one for book learning." Jeanne chuckled. "It's as simple as this: Satoshi is a classic anarcho-communist. To simplify it greatly, the heirarchy inherent to syndicalism is still too close to the one he fights to destroy - Capitalism, big money, whatever you wish to call it. I have read some of the theory. Perhaps I should read it to you sometime."

Miriam huffed. Her poor literacy and dyslexia was a sore spot, and something that she had tried hard to surpass before she ended up working in industry instead.

"Moreau isn't the biggest fan of my approach." Satoshi mentioned, jerking his thumb at the sleeping man, "He's not one of those 'Totalist' cretins, but the man is caught up in his ways. Chris on the other hand..."

The man in question waved lazily, keeping his eyes on the truck behind them.

"He's seen it my way ever since he came North. It's something you should think about, especially once this war is won."

"You figure we're definitely going to win?" Miri inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we have the greatest industrial base, control over a lot of agricultural land, Communard, British and Italian supplies pouring in through New York's ports... The Feddies have too few men, are landlocked and can only trade with Canada, and are fighting three seperate armies at once. The Union State and the AFP? They're full of division. Long's populist economics versus the big corporations, and the Ku Klux Klan is against his progressive racial stance... The Pacific States just want to be left alone. So... Yes, with our factories, farms, and friends, we will win. It's only a matter of how long it takes."

Miriam's glare had been replaced with a look of respect. "You sure you were supposed to end up on the front? Don't they need guys like you in intelligence?"

"Anybody telling me to put down my rifle when my comrades are dying can shove the bayonet up their ass." Satoshi replied simply. "I'd lose my mind being chained to a desk."

"Break the Chains!" Jeanne laughed, "We are glad you are here, where would we be without you?"

"In pieces buried under building debris. Trenchie here and some grenades have saved your asses many a time."

"Try not to let that head explode like an overfilled balloon." Jeanne teased.

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Author's Note: Since there is only so much I can cover during their trips, there will be a jump ahead with my next post, to keep the pacing a little smoother.

For now... I'm not quite done writing today, I might just manage to take us up to a vote in a few hours with the next update!

Do tell me whether you enjoyed the 'fanservice' scene, or how you think I could improve it. More detail? More description of how it feels/sounds/etc? I want to keep improving as this continues, so it's appreciated when I get constructive criticism. Requests are also a possibility, though they may take time to show up in-story, I will take the ideas into account.

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Any worries that Jeanne had harbored about Miriam's integration into her squad had evaporated by the time they had loaded onto the train. Satoshi's plea for a passenger train was answered, and he pumped his fist with great enthusiasm when they had boarded. While it wasn't the snazziest train in the CSA, it was absolutely luxurious compared to the rugged trucks they had been riding on for almost the entire war so far. Miriam seemed especially thankful for the train having proper toilets, something that Jeanne teased her about... Especially since they would be entering a hotly contested area with destroyed houses and likely no working plumbing.

Of course, the ride did have to end as they pulled into a station the next day. The train made great time, and the soldiers disembarked in the early morning, to the sound of rumbling tank engines, machine gun fire, artillery fire... and pouring rain.

Very cold rain, as it turned out.

As Moreau was led forward by the platoon lieutenant, the rest of the squad followed, and what they saw on the other side of the structure was a muddy mess. Thankfully, the LT explained to the squads assembled, they had been able to seize and refit some M3 'Lee' tanks. The larger groups would have to split between the bizarre looking tanks, but with a seven-man crew compartment, fairly thick armor, and the cannons replaced by MGs, it would fit the two crew and five passengers well enough.

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Jeanne shook her head, eyeing the cramped interior. Satoshi and Miriam had crewed two of the free MGs. They had fit inside easily, as did Moreau.

Christopher was riding topside, with his legs dangling over the mount for the original cannon. He was far too tall and broad to fit, and Jeanne found herself scraping her helmet on the interior.

It was also very, very loud, something that only got worse as the driver got the tin can rolling. Apparently in-vehicle radios and microphones were coming down the line from Chicago, but the deployment was slow going for the front-line troops, and it made it nearly impossible for anybody to hear anything less than a shout. The ride was tense, and more than once, the tank had become partially stuck in deep mud, so they had to disembark and shovel it out of the way to get rolling. Mud almost up to her knees.

"Whose fucking BRILLIANT idea was it to start fighting here in goddamn SPRING?" Miriam snapped the third time in two hours they had to shovel mud, "May as well be the Somme all over again!"

Jeanne chuckled, despite her own growing frustration. The driver had paused to light up a cigarette after almost putting his back out moving mud.

"Beats me. It's a bit better on higher ground. You, ladies and gents, don't have much further to go before Ricky and I have to turn around and taxi another squad in. If you're willing to risk potential sniper fire, I bet you could make it to your objective faster on foot." The mud and grease-spattered man shrugged, wincing and rolling his shoulders immediately after.

"Sarge?" Jeanne asked, turning to face Moreau, who was taking his turn shoveling while they caught their breath.

"Yeah? You girls know the area well enough. Our objective is their forward observation post, a cabin not too far from here, if my last look at the map was right. I'm not gonna push you all into a risk you don't wanna take, but we might see less resistance if Jackson and Ricky take another squad from the rear of the column and drop them off where we were going to be. There are fortifications set up at the dropoff, but..."

He gestured widely at the various pieces of vegetation. Brush, bushes, trees and tall grass. "We could get closer, faster, and get Chris and Satoshi to give them a buckshot-and-dynamite surprise. If we're real smart we could seize documents."

Miriam looked to Jeanne and shrugged. It seemed that whatever Jeanne chose, she would follow. Satoshi and Chris followed suit, something that made Moreau visibly frustrated.

"Alright, We will be..."

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A) "Using cover to move in close and surprise the OP. High Command can always use documents from the enemy, and if we catch them off the back foot, we can call artillery on their positions... From their own guns."

B) "Taking the rest of the ride to the front lines, I think it is too risky, and the post will be attacked by a larger group. They will have time to destroy documents, and we might lose some comrades, but it is the least risky approach."

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Author's Notes: In intensive combat scenes, posts will be shorter, come out faster, and voting will conclude sooner, to keep things going nice and smooth. This is the first really important decision - This one will not have a direct outcome, but instead change the effects of later choices. They won't die horribly if you choose A, nor will B guarantee their safety in the end.

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"...Using cover to move in close and surprise the OP. High Command can always use documents from the enemy, and if we catch them off the back foot, we can call artillery on their positions... From their own guns." Jeanne replied. She looked around her, and got a nod of confirmation from the squad. Moreau handed the spade back to the tanker and gestured for the squad to follow him into the tall grass.

The travel through the tall grass was slow going, and more than once somebody ended up with the mud sucking their boots down, filling their socks with freezing cold mud before they could be extricated. Finally, the group reached the edge of the brush, and Moreau began to direct them into positions.

"Miriam, you and I will be providing cover fire while Jeanne and Satoshi move in." He ordered, "Chris, you're flank security, keep your head on a swivel."

Moreau flattened himself against the ground, just short of the edge of the brush, and Miriam deployed her BAR's bipod. "Fuckin' cold..." She griped, finding her stomach pressed against a puddle of water just above the mud.

Chris shouldered his weapon while Satoshi shared his stash of grenades with Jeanne, who crammed them into her coat pockets and chambered a round in her rifle.

Moreau gave the squad ten seconds more, before giving Miriam the go-ahead to open fire.

The BAR roared to life, utilizing the lower rate-of-fire setting to put down a not-inconsiderable volume of lead. Satoshi and Jeanne  rushed forward as the upstairs windows were peppered with Miri's fire, coming up to the back door. Jeanne held to the left of the door, while her trench-gun toting comrade blasted out the lock and handle and kicked the door in. Both of them yanked pins free from a grenade and tossed them inside. Panicked shouting broke out before they finally detonated. The thick cabin walls absorbing any fragmentation that might have hit them. Satoshi grinned and swung inwards before the enemy could recover, holding down the trigger on his shotgun as he pumped over and over again, slam-firing four times into the unfortunate bastards who had decided to return fire after the grenade. She followed him in...

 Jeanne fired as another soldier attempted to fire on her comrade. The full-size round blasted a chunk out of the target's shoulder, splattering the wall with blood. Jeanne cycled the bolt and placed another shot in his chest, killing him before they moved on. The resistance upstairs was non-existant, and the radio technicians and spotters covered under their tables and equipment... Leaving documents unburned and stacked where they had been before the attack.

"Bellies on the floor, hands behind your heads, or so help me I will blow your head clean off!" Satoshi barked. Hesitantly, the soldiers complied. A moment after his shouted command, the incoming cover fire stopped and Jeanne heard Miri order Chris to move up.

Miri? Had...

Jeanne called down the stairs as her panting and mud spattered comrades bounded inside and barricaded the busted door and took cover, "Where's Sarge?"

"Feddie Ranger shot him." Chris called back, breaking his characteristic quiet, "I dropped the ranger, but Sarge took that shot right in the spine."

"Merde!" Jeanne swore, feeling a pang of dread hit her gut. Satoshi was busy moving the prisoners into a corner, but when Jeanne turned his way, she saw his shoulders slump.

"We have lost our NCO." Jeanne muttered, sitting down at one of the radios and re-configuring them to send messages to friendly lines.

"Who's next in line?" Miri called up the stairs. Jeanne could her her reloading the BAR.

"Sat-" Jeanne was cut off as the veteran anarchist spoke up.

"Jeanne. You're the level headed one, and Sarge delegated a lot off to you."

"But...!"

"But nothing. I'm not cut out to issue orders. I don't want to get you all killed like my last team back home." Satoshi interrupted once more.

Jeanne slammed her fist against the table, rustling the communiques in the process.

"Fine. So be it." She murmured under her breath, blinking tears from her eyes that she had barely realized were there.

"Stay out of sight-lines and fill any olive-drab bodies you spot with lead!" She ordered, starting to relay information with her rusty grasp of CSA codes, keeping one earphone of the headset to her head.

It took a second for her mind to decode the message she soon had returned to her:

.... --- .-.. -.. / .--. --- ... .. - .. --- -. --..-- / -- . -.-. .... .- -. .. --.. . -.. / .- ... ... . - ... / . -. -....- .-. --- ..- - . / - --- / .-.. --- -.-. -.- / -.. --- .-- -. / .--. --- ... .. - .. --- -. / .- -. -.. / .-. . .-.. .. . ...- . / ... --.- ..- .- -.. .-.-.-

'Hold position, Mechanized assets en-route to lock down position and relieve squad.'

Jeanne heaved a tired sigh, and signaled 'Affirmative.'

She would have been able to help guide artillery down on the enemy - even from their own guns, but Moreau was the only member of the squad with the right knowledge. His loss was not only a setback for the troops, but a blow that hamstrung their ability to exploit the enemy.

Despite the roaring battle outside, the feddies seemed to to ignore their OP loss as the minutes drew on into nearly an hour before she could hear motors rumbling in from friendly lines. Half-tracks pushed through the mucky fields with ease, and the squad was soon greeted with fresh reinforcements that rushed in and began to take position.

Jeanne and the squad were numbed to the congratulations from their fellow soldiers, and quietly filed out of the building with waterproofed satchels full of pages and pages of intelligence, before piling into the covered back of one of the half-tracks to be ferried back to the local HQ.

Miri, the least hard-hit by the loss, sat down next to Jeanne and embraced the blonde, squeezing tighter when she felt Jeanne pull close and teardrops ran down into her hair.

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Author's Notes: Our first squad loss. With Moreau dead, Jeanne is now the leader of the squad. Once the battle is over, she will likely be presented with replacements to choose from and fill her previous position.

Another update will be coming after I've had lunch.

 

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