Rolled 2 (1d10)
>>5460858There was a moments hesitation from Wester at the sight of the surrendering Twaryians. A part of him wanted nothing more than to put down these invaders. It would be simple, there wasn't anyone in his platoon that hadn't lost friends or family to the Twaryians rapid advance. All he had to do was to give the order, they wouldn't question it nor hesitate. This was still an active combat zone, their deaths would not look strange nor out of place. It would be. Just. That. Simple. Just the one pull of the trigger.
Taking an unsteady breath, he was about to raise his rifle when his grandfathers nasaly voice began nagging him at the back of his mind:
"Child, the battlefield is the stage of the honorable. No other place allows for a man to enshrine his legacy in history, and nor will it let him forget his greatest failures." A boney finger was pressing itself into his chest. It was the day he was to leave and muster for his military service. The old man had left his study to see him off at the station, no doubt having spent the night preparing this little lecture he was now delivering.
"Hearken to me!" Another boney prod followed the sharp words. "Serve with distinction. History is a fickle mistress, and she will not let you pass quietly should you stray from honorable conduct. Remember always, to win a victory stained with dishonor is more shameful than to suffer a defeat in honor." He let the words hang in the air to cement their importance, before giving a stiff salute.
"For Vynmark, now and always!"
A salute which was returned.
"For Vynmark. Now, and always."
"Fuck..." Wester muttered to himself, snapping back to reality. He wouldn't be able to look the old geezer in the eyes if he left such a stain on the family name, and by extention Vynmark, with this dishonor. A descision was made, one for the best.
"Round them up and put them on the trucks! We'll send 'em back and let the rear units babysit them! Make sure you disarm them properly; guns, grenades, everything! Not as much of a bullet or a knife is to be left on these men. Move in groups of three, if these bats even as much as blinks in a way you deem unsavory do not hesitate to put a bullet in them."
"Section 2 & 3!", he called out "Smokes down range to the West! We don't want to present ourselves as sitting ducks to those T-16's."
>Rolling for initative>Deploy smoke in the marked areas 