For the Dieselpunk RPG game, Eroberung a World of Dieselpunk, this is my entry for the July World Challenge!
Hope you like it!
About this creation
Link to EDW group: Eroberung: A Dieselpunk World. The Deutsches Reich had totally surprised us at Plymouth. It was a slaughter. We had put up a good fight, and the beach obstacles and mines had done their work. But it didn't even put a dent into the massive force which had approached. I had been put in a reserve unit for Plymouth, and as a result, I only got a taste of the fighting which took place. After my Liberator had lost one of it's legs, I knew I would have to escape to a more fortified position. So I and two fellow soldiers ran to help defend Plymouth City from the advancing enemy. I and the two other soldiers run down a side road leading to the city, and further down I hear a thick Scottish voice shout to us.
"What are ye' doing? Running from the enemy, eh'?" I see that the man brandishes a small gun, and a soldier mans an anti-tank gun. The man on my left, a captain, replies in a hoarse voice.
"Not running from the enemy, running to Plymouth to defend it from the Reich!" He slows to a walk, as do I and the soldier on the right. The Scottish man speaks again. "What happened at Plymouth beach? The Reich was supposed to attack another city!" I reply impatiently.
"What is done is done. We can't change the fact that they took Plymouth. But we can make an effort to make a stand against them, and drive them off this island." The Scottish man nods in agreement, and we form a circle. The anti-tank soldier speaks.
"Donald and I have been guarding this road from the Deutsches Reich. We were told that the Reich has sent in paratroopers and agents of subterfuge throughout the countryside." Suddenly, I hear the captain breath in sharply and swear.
"Do you hear that? Its the sound of a walker!" On queue, heavy steps become apparent, and I can hear some German being spoken. In horror I turn around to see a humanoid like Reich mech approaching. The distinctive 'click' 'click' is made as the guns are loaded.
"Take cover!" Shouts the captain. I dive for the sandbags and AT gun. Just in time, I dive for the gun. I hear a pained grunt of the AT gun soldier as he is hit by one of the bullets. The captain runs toward the shrubs and sandbags and narrowly avoids getting hit by the mech's attack. The Scottish man follows suit. The soldier who had run with me leaps for the cracked wall. The Scottish man yells loudly to no one in particular.
"Where did this blighter come from?" To make matters even worse, three soldiers emerge from behind the tubby looking mech. One of them wields a flamethrower. The other two, a captain and a regular soldier, fire their guns. I struggle to keep my hands steady as I load and fire the AT gun in unison with the captain at the mech. The mech sustains several heavy dents in it's armor. The Scottish man is scorched by the flames of the flame soldier, and falls to the ground. The man behind the wall opens fire on one of the Reich soldiers, and succeeds in felling him. Another round of gunfire comes from the mech and the soldier behind the wall. The mech's bullets hit the wall soldier, but not before the fallen soldier's bullet strikes the flamethrower soldier. The captain shouts to me.
"Concentrate all your fire on the machine! We can take care of the infantry after we destroy the mech!" I nod my agreement wordlessly as I insert the shell into the AT gun. Without warning, part of the frontal armor flies off. My whole body shakes as I feel several bullets wizz close to my unprotected body. The Reich soldier tries to get a better line of fire by running in front of the mech. His mistake is fatal. The captain and I instantly fire resulting in the decapitation of the soldier, and a devastating blow to the mech. The mech's bullets suddenly stop firing, and than in a large explosion, it's arms fall off, and it explodes internally. The captain and I take cover behind the sandbags, and than emerge and look upon the now destroyed mech. I feel a giant wrench in my gut as I realize that I have just killed several men. I had killed before in my different mech's that I had manned, but I hadn't really felt how I do now. This time, I wasn't battling from a giant machine where it was almost impersonal, I was firing a small AT gun, and had killed several men. I knew that it was either 'kill or be killed', but I hated the feeling of the fact that I had just ended these men's life's. And made their wife's widows, their children fatherless and their families would never see them again. Several tears roll silently down my eyes, but I keep my face steady, and try to control my breathing. The captain speaks gruffly as he see's my tears.
"I hate killing as well. But it is a necessary evil that no one should ever become comfortable with or love. We can't stay here any longer though. We have to get to Plymouth." I reply quickly.
"Let's get going than!" We run towards Plymouth which looms in the distance. I can only hope that we are not too late.
And some shots of the robot, 'Mr. Tubby', on it's own. :)
Of course, a photo of the backside. :P
This is my entry for this month's World Challenge!
I hope that you liked this one. :) Comments, critiques and criticisms are wanted and appreciated. So feel free to do any (or all!) of the three in the comment section below! ;)
Awesome scene!! The stubby mech is very detailed and diesel punky and I love the story details. Probably the best part was the sand being kicked up by the machine guns, I've not seen that before, very cool.