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Post by Karcentric on Apr 6, 2010 3:37:41 GMT -5
4 had been sitting quietly by the fire when the giant Dutier had stomped his way into the camp, he'd stopped and talked to some stalkers before heading off and to see the trader, he emerged half an hour later with a small suitcase, the man had sat down and read some of the documents. After that, he'd talked to the stalkers again before walking off towards the bridge. 4 wrote all these happenings in his note book. He helped the loners dispose of the bodies of the late grunts. After that he walked back and picked up his things, checking his PDA he read the two messages from Schwarz, I hate boars. He sighed, checking his guns over before walking towards a part of the forest he knew to be populated by boar and flesh.
He crept, pressing himself against the trees as he moved to make himself less visible, ahead he spied 5 beasts, 2 flesh and 3 boars, one being an infant. creeping as close as he dared judging it to be about 20m, he took his PSS from it's holster aiming at the largest boars head, looking down the sights. He fired the target fell but the other monsters were up and running in all directions, "For fuck sake!" he muttered as he moved out of his cover looking for the other beasts, one of the fleshs lunged at him, knocking him over send his pistol out of grasping range, kicking at the beast he connected with one of his kicks, sending the beast into a feral rage, swiping at him. 4 drew his knife and dove for it, stabbing viciously at it face and body until it was bleeding from several deep wounds.
Quickly picking up his pistol, he looked about for the other 3 beasts, the younger boar was running about nearby, he shot it without a second glance. An explosion and high pitched squeal told him that the other flesh had stepped into the military's mine field. Where's that last bastard? He thought, listening for any sounds the last beast was making. A snapping twig behind him had 4 spinning around and firing without looking, unfortunately his pistol was not much good at a distance, cursing he holstered the PSS and grabbed his AK and fired at the beast most of his shots missed but one hit it right between the eyes, stopping the beast in it's tracks.
Letting out a relieved sigh, he hacked off a hoof from each boar, inspecting the flesh, it's large protruding eye was intact so he carved it out too. This is disgusting, I can't believe I'm doing this. Was floating through his head as he began trekking towards the Cordon/Garbage barricade, running so as to avoid any lurking mutants, or bandits. He nodded at the stalkers sitting around the campfire, before moving forward and moving towards the meet point at the old train depot. I wonder if old fatty is there yet. Smirking as he thought of his slightly rounded companion, and how much he disliked being called fat.
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Post by Oss on Apr 28, 2010 17:06:19 GMT -5
Mitchell sat on the hill quietly observing a pack of pseudo-dogs. Mitchell was surprised to find that they dogs acted much like the wolves that lived in the forests near his grandfathers house. The pack was sneaking up on a small herd of flesh-eyes. With seemingly military precession the wolf like creatures positioned themselves into perfect spots for an ambush. Suddenly, flashbacks began to fill Mitchell's head. Recollections of him being selected for Special Ops, his training, the mission, his team... A load beep from his PDA woke him from his memories. It was a message from the village trader: "Come to my bunker, I've got some info you might be interested in." Mitchell entered the bunker. "So what do you have?" asked Mitchell. Sidorovich replied "Where you one of the survivors of that downed Black Hawk helicopter?" Mitchell stood silently. "Ah, so you are, heh." said Sidorovich with a unsurprised grim. "Well, I can give you the info but it won't cheap. I need you to do something for me. I need you to go the Agroprom Research Institute and meet with the stalker group there. Tell them you with me and you should recieve a flash drive with some data on it, bring it back to me and I'll pay you. Not much but enough to get by. As for the info I have for you, it seems another survivor was found, alive, near the institute. The group said he didn't much in weaponry but was loaded with medical supplies. So basically, go to the Institute get the flash drive, meet your friend, and come back. Simple, right." Mitchell confirmed with a nod of his head. "Good. Also, military presence in that area has escalated for some reason so you better hurry," Sidorovich instructed. "Good hunting." As soon as he left the bunker, Mitchell started off to the north, unsure off the dangers that lurked between the village and Agroprom. All he could be sure of is that maybe, just maybe, someone else from his squad was alive.
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Post by sevis on Jun 15, 2010 14:58:58 GMT -5
The situation was starting to look not all that bad for Kir. The stalker guiding him had left an hour ago, having given him 5,000 rubles, which the young scientist now felt in his pocket, glancing around with a little worry. Five thousand rubles wasn't all that much, but he had heard all sorts of stories here: the possibility of the sky opening up and stealing the money, or maybe a mercenary sniper taking aim at him as he stood, or perhaps some poor loner giving him a shotgun blast from behind...
The possibilities were, as far as he could imagine, endless. For the moment, his mind was proving this with induction by thinking up more and more, with every next one coming as easily as the previous. It was also starting to realise the chances of the money being stolen grew with every moment spent in idleness. Having come to this conclusion, the man, until now having stood with his back to one of the buildings, hurried towards the bunker where the trader was said to reside. His pace showed the greatest urgency, the movements so rushed there could be no doubt he had forgotten the possibility of an anomaly crossing his road.
No anomalies were present, however, and the man would reach Sidorovich's bunker without incident, if he had not decided to turn back half-way, stopping and immediately retracing his path to the wall of the building, leaning on it once again, and thinking. If what the stalker who had guided him had said was true, it was best to find an artefact or two to sell, and maybe map out the most important anomalies. Again, the man looked around, in vague hope of finding someone who would perhaps like to go along with him in his hunt: whether stalkers were loners or not seemed to be a matter entirely decided, but he could not for the life of him figure out which side had won.
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Post by Διμι on Jun 16, 2010 4:10:30 GMT -5
Victor walked slowly down the familiar road he had walked up scarcely weeks ago. He could see the rooftops of the village coming into view up ahead. It was here, that he and his friends had first met. Now, some of them were dead, some missing and action, probably dead too, but he just didn't want to admit it to himself. It was this road that he had walked along with Chaos and Harmund as they left the rookie town with Rurik, the two not knowing they wouldn't live to see it again.
The loner had left the Duty HQ in the middle of the night, as it increased his chances of passing through the garbage undetected. He had better odds against the bandits with his night vision anyway. Victor had not opened the envelope Rurik gave him, the compensation for the Brain Scorcher exploit still inside, an unknown, but doubtlessly large sum of cash. He didn't figure he needed it. There were probably plenty of loners out there who had been robbed of everything they had in the world that he would always be able to help. It was funny, the loner thought; this sort of altruism was never something he felt was part of him before. But after witnessing what had happened to other stalkers up north in the Red Forest and Limansk, he felt grateful to be back somewhere relatively safe.
He passed by the guard by the village entrance, who stepped aside, gazing at the SEVA-clad, Vintorez-toting loner reverently. The sun had just risen as the medic walked down the stairs into the bunker where he had first met the trader. Victor pushed open the reinforced door to find Sidorovich dozing behind the counter.
"Wake up, you old goat!" the loner tapped the counter with the handle of his knife, shaking the trader from his sleep. Victor still detested the man slightly for ripping off every rookie who passed through the village at least once, including him "You have anything for Duty's eyes to see?" he asked curtly, pulling his visor down. The trader took a good look at him.
"So you're the kid Rurik sent me the memo about, funny, there's something familiar about you," Sidorovich said blearily "he usually comes in for the info himself though..." the trader trailed off, pulling out a small case from beneath the counter "You'd better be as reliable as he says you are." he said finally.
Victor accepted the case, sliding it into his pack, and walked up the stairs out of the bunker without a word. Something about the trader repulsed him. Outside, the camp was coming back to life, loners were slowly rising and pulling up to the campfire, getting their gear in order. It wouldn't hurt to stay a bit, he thought, especially if he wanted to find out who was planning on going North. The loner sidled up to the campfire, close, yet still a fair distance away from the other stalkers, and pulled out a can of Tushenka. A single loner around the same age as Victor himself, wearing a hoodie and a tracksuit caught the medic's attention. The kid looked out of place; even most of the rookies had some sort of outdoor survival gear on them, whereas this loner had clothes reminiscent only of the most inexperienced of bandits. Finishing up his can of Tushenka, Victor quietly sat back and waited for all of the loners to wake up.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 16, 2010 5:11:18 GMT -5
Swift exited Sidorovich’s bunker fuming mad, the bastard had her M16 and Colt M1911 hanging above his head. If that was not humiliating enough he said that he would give both to her if she spent some quality time with him. Of course she declined and elected instead to give the pig of an trader a down payment of 5000 Ru and promised that she would be back with 15,000 and addition two rare artifacts.
Just how she would do this was unclear to her at the time.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 17, 2010 12:24:09 GMT -5
"They ain't gonna chase me this far, are they? How long has it been? A week? A year? I feel I'm rooted to this place...Nothing ever happens, no money to earn and absolutely no way to get out of 'ere...I have to get out!"
He leaned back, breathing heavily. Sometimes, he felt he was tied to this place.
"Ouch...She ain't lookin' too happy, is she. Ah...Couldn't I have picked a better place to hide?"
The girl stormed down into the bunker, nearly trampling a bewildered loner in her way.
"Now who might this be? What's that suit? 'th, if I ever saw an astronaut, this'd be one."
He signaled the man to come closer
"This could be my ticket out of here...Ey, who are you?"
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Post by Διμι on Jun 17, 2010 14:55:43 GMT -5
"Ey, who are you?"
Victor looked up. As he had expected, the hooded loner had addressed him. He calmly got up and made his way over to where the man was.
"Just another kid who made a fortune in here," he said, drawing the attention of several beleaguered-looking rookies sitting by the campfire. "The Zone's a wonderful place, if you have the balls to stand up to it anyway. I guess I'm just a guy looking to get back in touch with his roots." he said, looking around the village "This place hasn't changed at all, I see. Still the same mess of puppies struggling with one another for several bones too few for them all."
He turned back to the loners around the campfire, including the kid closest to him. "I can take all of you north, where you can actually do something worthwhile, work for some real employers, and earn some real cash, as opposed to continue being the bitches of the trader in that hole over there." he motioned towards the entrance to Sidorovich's bunker in the distance.
The rookies withdrew, evidently pensive about the strange stalker's offer. He carried powerful and expensive enough gear to demonstrate his point, yet was young, as if he had not been in the Zone for very long at all. Finally, all of them stepped forward. "We're up for it, if the reward's as great as you say it is." one of them announced cautiously "we haven't been able to get past the military by the bridge, however, so we're blocked in here, sandwiched between the trader and the military outpost to the South."
"I'll get you past the military pokes," Victor dismissed the rookie, and turned to the hooded loner beside him "And you?" he asked "Are you up for this little trip north?"
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 17, 2010 16:38:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, s'pose it won't do me harm. I've been cramped in this bumhole for God knows how-long. When're we leaving?"
He waited for the rookies to turn around, grabbing the stalker by the shoulder.
"Now listen 'ere. These guys can't find their way out of a cardboard box, let alone Cordon. I've been eying that patrol up north and from all I can say is that they've brought in a few special troops to guard it. Ain't there another way up north? One that is safe? I heard of a tunnel somewhere near, is that one safe? By the way, they call me Hood. Fuck knows why."
He smirked at the rookies sitting around the campfire.
"If you want to carry us out in body bags, let them have their way."
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Post by Διμι on Jun 17, 2010 19:59:29 GMT -5
"I'm not going to drag the loners through the electro tunnel," Victor replied "there's a way to get through there unscathed, of course, hell, I could just walk through it in this suit, but to trust that those guys would pull it off would be a bit too naive. There is a third way up ahead, where a derailed train carrying irradiated equipment smashed through the fence near the rails, but the place is so irradiated that only I'll be able to pass without dying within the next few days."
"I can deal with the military," the veteran said finally. Quite a statement, but after fighting off close to fifteen mercenaries at a construction site with far inferior weaponry, a small patrol hardly seemed a problem. Not to mention that Rurik had given him more than enough money to bribe them, although that was the last thing the medic planned to do with it.
"We'll bust through their little outpost," he explained "I'll do it myself from afar if I have to. If anyone gets wounded, I can patch them later, provided I don't get killed, in which case you all run. It's a safer bet than having to pull out someone in an anomalous zone, or worse, treat them on the spot, in the middle of an electro.
He took a look at the rookies that had assembled to move out. There were nine in total. Several carried old rifles such as the SKS, and even AKSUs, whereas the rest were armed with various shotguns and pistols. "We've got decent chances," he informed the group "I've seen smaller groups get out of deeper scrapes. Everyone ready to bring down some army fucks?"
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 18, 2010 20:58:21 GMT -5
Swift listen to what the Dutyer had to say, she had to admit that he made a very tempting offer. Seeing how there was nothing to lose she stepped forward.
"Wait, I'll go too," said the female Mercenary as she made her way through the small crowd of loners. Even if this was some kind of trap she more then confident that she could kill him if such a incident happened.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 19, 2010 9:12:05 GMT -5
Waiting for the group of enthusiastic rookies to move out, Hood quietly packed his TT-33 and the few remaining magazines into his bag. He started tying his own shoelace only to hear a wail from the distance. The others said it was a swamp beast feeding on its prey, but to Hood, the wail seemed closer and closer every day.
"Sounds like the bastard's getting closer day after dayl...'the."
The group slowly moved out of the village. Some of them were talking like they were already in the Bar, promising to buy drinks for everyone. Finally, they got to the old mill overlooking the bridge pass.
" 'aight, what's the plan? Are we going to bribe them or are we breaking through?"
He took a pair of binoculars out of his bag.
"A dozen. Probably less. Mostly AKs. Run or gun?"
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Post by Matvey on Jul 7, 2010 10:43:22 GMT -5
Hammer stepped out of Sidorovich's bunker. Slowly did he look around the camp.
"Anyone needs a gun for hire?" - he asked without much emotion.
"Hey, you, come over here!" - replied a man wearing stalker suit - "My name's Wolf and I could use someone to help my boys with getting bandits out of the nearby farm."
"As long as there's some money in it for me you can count me in"
"Sure thing, we'll talk business later, for now we need you there."
"You better have some Rubles ready when I come back." - said Hammer and headed out for the farm.
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 27, 2011 15:10:22 GMT -5
The trip from Rostok, was quiet despite the threats that had emerged lately, Duty patrols had began venturing along the road in the Garbage ever since the sightings of the now infamous "Armored bear", occasional sighting and stories of stalkers being taken or slaughtered seemed to be the only news Rurik heard now, the way the creature was described was was always the same, vivid sizes ranging the size of a small car, up to the size of GAZ-66 or larger.
Rurik often listened to the sleep depraved survivors ramble and rant often flailing their arms as they described what they had seen, or even passing on rumors that they'd heard from others. While he had no doubts that the creature was real, without seeing it himself the only description he had that was consistent was from Morak, one of Duty's newest recruits. Who was also among the small group that had made it's way to the Cordon's Rookie Village, two other newly recruited soldiers had also joined them.
They would use this visit to the village to escort loners to Rostok, as well as pickup several documents from the outside world from Sidorovich.
"Speak to the stalkers here and see if any of them wish to leave and head for Rostok." Rurik said as the small group approached the village, "I'll go and see Sidorovich."
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Post by jackredding on Jan 27, 2011 15:34:59 GMT -5
Rookie was sitting at a fire, listening to the rantings and ravings of his fellow loners and he couldn't help but smile. Tugging at his jacket, Mikhail stood up, shouldered his rifle and looked around for a moment before checking his sidearm, just to make doubly sure. It was his usual deal, but then he spotted the new arrivals in cordon; wasn't hard, when one of them was as big as a bear wearing an exosuit.
Rookie wasn't the type to instigate a conversation. Especially when the guy was massive, but Rookie shuffled his way over to the big guy, slowly rubbing his eyes. "Hi." Simple and eloquent good way to start a conversation. "What's Duty doing so far out of the garbage area?" Quickly tacking that last addition on, he casually adjusted the rifle on his shoulder, before looking up at the bigger man. To be honest, he wasn't used to dealing with multiple people at once and this guy, plus everyone else kinda made him feel nervous.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jan 28, 2011 0:50:08 GMT -5
Morak didn't have any idea why he had even joined up with the team heading back to the Cordon, he was not a big fan of stalkers and was most certainly not one of the fat trader Sidorovich. The man had his grubbing hands in the pockets of almost all the factions, or so it was rumored anyway. Not that Vadik was one to believe such hear say, but one had to wonder where the trader got his information from. Almost anything big that happens in the zone the fat man and the 100 Rads owner where always the first to know or had played some part in it, like in the case of the bastard known as the "Marked One". As a soldier who seen the passed two years in the zone it was not hard to understand the malevolence that stalkers and the Military had for each other.
"Speak to the stalkers here and see if any of them wish to leave and head for Rostok." Rurik said as the small group approached the village, "I'll go and see Sidorovich."
"Yes sir," said Morak as he continued to follow Duty's second in command towards the Village. The new recruit stopped, and thought to himself; since when did he become a boot licker? He was far to eager to prove himself he had been since he joined Duty, but what w as he trying to prove and more importantly to whom was he trying to prove himself to. He could ponder this later; a group of loners had slowly gathered whispering and muttering to themselves, obviously wondering just what was Duty doing out this far in the Cordon.
"Stalkers," said Morak loudly trying to get the group's attention, "as most of you know by now the Garbage and some of the northern parts of the Cordon have become more dangerous in the passed week."
After the gathering settled down he continued.
" Duty has sent us to escort the ones among you who wish to go to Rostok, if you want to come gather your gear and be ready we'll be leaving shortly."
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