Wild Assault Weekly Log #60: Special Feature – Bulwark and Street-Snake
[p]Valiant Ones, I'm Fang Wen, the lead writer.[/p][p][/p][p]Previously, we recounted the first encounters with several characters. Many have asked: how did those stars, which seemed to have no connection in the records, later find each other's orbits on the star chart of the Mose Corps?[/p][p]Today, let's talk about two of them—Vladimir and Ryan.
Classification: For Internal Circulation Among Valiant Ones[/p][hr][/hr][p]I. Northern Flame: Vladimir's "Justice"[/p][p]1992, a snowbound town.[/p][p]What I recorded was merely an outcome: the brutal mayor plummeted from the tower, and Vladimir stood atop the battlements, sparks scattering into the night sky like stars.[/p][p]But the first half of the story, I later pieced together from the townsfolk's fragmentary, awe-filled recollections: how this quiet, outsider bear spent weeks listening to their grievances, mending their roofs with hands that could hoist fuel drums, and finally, in silence, made that decision.[/p][p]His "justice" did not stem from law, but from the most fundamental empathy: when the weak are deprived of their last morsel, protection is no longer a choice, but an instinct.[/p][p]When he left, the town had no name, only a codename. And what he took with him was a profound understanding of "power," and a faith of guard that was tempered in the extreme cold into something nearly stubborn.[/p][p]II. Law of the Mire: Ryan's "Survival"[/p][p]Rewind a year. 1991, a sweltering, chaotic port district somewhere in XXX.[/p][p]Gunfire was the background noise here; police uniforms and gang tattoos were equally cause for vigilance. Here, the name "Ryan" meant "negotiable," and also "don't mess with him."[/p][p]I witnessed him walk away unscathed from a conflict once, not through firepower, but through precise knowledge of every alley, every boss's weakness, every grey-market deal. His "kingdom" wasn't in a palace, but at the nodes of the street network.[/p][p]His "loyalty" wasn't pledged to any flag, only to "survival" itself and recognized "partners." In that environment, emotion was a luxury, but "reliable deals" and "unspoken rules" were stronger than any oath.[/p][p]The war was "over," but war here never stopped. What Ryan mastered was another kind of war—one without a frontline, but fought every moment for survival.[/p][p]III. Mose Corps: Converging Trajectories[/p][p]So, how did the guardian of the north and the streetwise survivalist meet?[/p][p]The answer wasn't some romantic encounter. It was the Beast Bone Core.[/p][p]In the early 90s, the precursor network of the Mose Corps began scouring the globe for individuals with special talents. Vladimir's name appeared on certain underground intelligence brokers' lists because of the "Town Incident"—a prime asset with formidable capability, clear moral motivation (easy to understand and utilize), and no complex background.[/p][p]And Ryan? He was part of that intelligence network himself. The Corps needed someone to make contact, assess Vladimir, and safely extract this northerner from a region that could attract unwanted trouble.[/p][p]That task fell to Ryan, who was already a peripheral associate of the Corps at the time.[/p][p]According to the fuzzy records in the archives (and Ryan's own sporadic, tipsy banter (on one occasion).), the first meeting wasn't "friendly." Vladimir was deeply suspicious of this contact with his street-smart aura and talk of "terms"; Ryan, for his part, thought the big northerner was "a bit too idealistic for his own good."[/p][p]The turning point came during an ambush. Old forces tracking Vladimir collided with local rival gangs. Vladimir instinctively tried to form a defensive line, to meet them head-on. Ryan pulled him through the labyrinthine slums, using the terrain, even exploiting the enemies' mutual distrust, letting them fight each other.[/p][p]"See, big guy," Ryan said afterward, "sometimes, clearing a path works better than building a high wall. Your shield can block bullets, but not a knife from the shadows."[/p][p]Looking at this man who navigated chaos like a fish in water, Vladimir realized for the first time that "protection" could take more than one form. Ryan, too, discovered that this seemingly stubborn northerner's pure, unyielding commitment to "what deserves protection" was, in a principle-less grey world, a rare kind of "solid" thing to have at your back.[/p][p]IV. Today's Battlefield: Complementary Bastions[/p][p]Now, within the operational hierarchy of the Mose Corps, they have become a classic duo.[/p]![]()
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Classification: For Internal Circulation Among Valiant Ones[/p][hr][/hr][p]I. Northern Flame: Vladimir's "Justice"[/p][p]1992, a snowbound town.[/p][p]What I recorded was merely an outcome: the brutal mayor plummeted from the tower, and Vladimir stood atop the battlements, sparks scattering into the night sky like stars.[/p][p]But the first half of the story, I later pieced together from the townsfolk's fragmentary, awe-filled recollections: how this quiet, outsider bear spent weeks listening to their grievances, mending their roofs with hands that could hoist fuel drums, and finally, in silence, made that decision.[/p][p]His "justice" did not stem from law, but from the most fundamental empathy: when the weak are deprived of their last morsel, protection is no longer a choice, but an instinct.[/p][p]When he left, the town had no name, only a codename. And what he took with him was a profound understanding of "power," and a faith of guard that was tempered in the extreme cold into something nearly stubborn.[/p][p]II. Law of the Mire: Ryan's "Survival"[/p][p]Rewind a year. 1991, a sweltering, chaotic port district somewhere in XXX.[/p][p]Gunfire was the background noise here; police uniforms and gang tattoos were equally cause for vigilance. Here, the name "Ryan" meant "negotiable," and also "don't mess with him."[/p][p]I witnessed him walk away unscathed from a conflict once, not through firepower, but through precise knowledge of every alley, every boss's weakness, every grey-market deal. His "kingdom" wasn't in a palace, but at the nodes of the street network.[/p][p]His "loyalty" wasn't pledged to any flag, only to "survival" itself and recognized "partners." In that environment, emotion was a luxury, but "reliable deals" and "unspoken rules" were stronger than any oath.[/p][p]The war was "over," but war here never stopped. What Ryan mastered was another kind of war—one without a frontline, but fought every moment for survival.[/p][p]III. Mose Corps: Converging Trajectories[/p][p]So, how did the guardian of the north and the streetwise survivalist meet?[/p][p]The answer wasn't some romantic encounter. It was the Beast Bone Core.[/p][p]In the early 90s, the precursor network of the Mose Corps began scouring the globe for individuals with special talents. Vladimir's name appeared on certain underground intelligence brokers' lists because of the "Town Incident"—a prime asset with formidable capability, clear moral motivation (easy to understand and utilize), and no complex background.[/p][p]And Ryan? He was part of that intelligence network himself. The Corps needed someone to make contact, assess Vladimir, and safely extract this northerner from a region that could attract unwanted trouble.[/p][p]That task fell to Ryan, who was already a peripheral associate of the Corps at the time.[/p][p]According to the fuzzy records in the archives (and Ryan's own sporadic, tipsy banter (on one occasion).), the first meeting wasn't "friendly." Vladimir was deeply suspicious of this contact with his street-smart aura and talk of "terms"; Ryan, for his part, thought the big northerner was "a bit too idealistic for his own good."[/p][p]The turning point came during an ambush. Old forces tracking Vladimir collided with local rival gangs. Vladimir instinctively tried to form a defensive line, to meet them head-on. Ryan pulled him through the labyrinthine slums, using the terrain, even exploiting the enemies' mutual distrust, letting them fight each other.[/p][p]"See, big guy," Ryan said afterward, "sometimes, clearing a path works better than building a high wall. Your shield can block bullets, but not a knife from the shadows."[/p][p]Looking at this man who navigated chaos like a fish in water, Vladimir realized for the first time that "protection" could take more than one form. Ryan, too, discovered that this seemingly stubborn northerner's pure, unyielding commitment to "what deserves protection" was, in a principle-less grey world, a rare kind of "solid" thing to have at your back.[/p][p]IV. Today's Battlefield: Complementary Bastions[/p][p]Now, within the operational hierarchy of the Mose Corps, they have become a classic duo.[/p]
- [p]When Vladimir raises his energy shield, establishing a firm frontal line, Ryan's smoke always envelops the flanks at precisely the right moment, obscuring the enemy's sight, transforming a solid "point" into a disorienting "area."[/p]
- [p]When Ryan initiates his "Savage Charge" to disrupt the enemy formation, Vladimir's "Wrath" autocannon is always there to clear a foothold for the follow-through.[/p]
- [p]One excels at establishing rules (a position), the other at exploiting and breaking them (chaos). In tactical briefings, Vladimir's proposals are often direct and firm, while Ryan's are full of detours and variables. Arguments are frequent, but the final plans are often strangely effective.[/p]