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Exodus
Jun 19, 2010 12:03:33 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 19, 2010 12:03:33 GMT -5
Victor scanned the underpass with his binoculars. He could see ten grunts from his position, but there were likely to be more on the other side of the pass that were out of his sight. The loner motioned for the rookies to get to cover, into the shadows of the mill, before they were spotted.
"We're good to go," he announced, scanning the crowd before him, he picked out a loner with an SKS, as well as a single woman with an SVT-40 rifle. "One of you, get on the roof of the mill," he instructed "the other will come with me to the attic. We'll start picking the grunts off from there until they retreat to cover on the other side of the bridge, and that's where they'll get finished off." he reached for his PDA, opening a local radio channel of the loner group he had encountered earlier at the pig farm "Mordecai," he announced "get yourself and your little band of goons into position. We're about to flush the rats out."
A gruff, brutal laugh was the response "Those bastards had it coming to them," the radio crackled in an unnaturally deep voice "Give it to them good, they'll fall back right into our line of fire." The radio then shut off, evidently the loner group on the other side of the bridge was getting into position.
Motioning for the two loners with rifles to follow him up, Victor hurried up the staircase leading to the mill's attic. The medic pulled out his modified VSS, and sidled up to an aperture in the attic walls, waiting for the two loners to get into position. Once they did, he spoke "We fire on the count of three, pick your targets wisely, try to take down at least one or two." he instructed. Sighting the first enemy, he began counting off.
"Three." finally came the word. Victor's finger squeezed the trigger, and the grunt fell, his helmet and skull pierced by the SP-5 round. If Victor hadn't moved on to the next target, he would have seen blood slowly drip down his face, as his expression slowly turned to shock before he fell. The Vintorez kept firing, putting several rounds into another soldier's torso, and hitting another in the neck, bringing both down immediately. Victor heard the rifles beside him and on the roof fire as well, and saw several more soldiers drop.
The unit guarding the overpass went into a disorganized retreat to the other side of the bridge, evidently hoping to draw out the attackers and finish them off in the open. They probably would have succeeded, were it not for Mordecai and his squad. A single shotgun blast pierced the air, clearly audible from the other side of the embankment, and was followed by a volley of automatic fire. The squad of soldiers guarding the bridge were pinned from both sides, and were now steadily being eliminated.
Victor quickly made his way over to the window overlooking the mill's yard, where the remaining six loners and Hood were situated. "Go in and finish the bastards off while they're caught off guard!" the medic yelled down "we'll cover your approach!"
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Exodus
Jun 19, 2010 16:49:47 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jun 19, 2010 16:49:47 GMT -5
"I don't ha-"
His yell was interrupted by a random burst from the gunfight which whizzed right in front of his face. The soldiers started to panic, randomly shooting on both sides.
"OI!"
One of the rookies was trembling, fumbling with a grenade in his hands. Without much thinking, Hood grabbed it out of the man's hands and tossed it straight in the middle of the encampment under the bridge.
"NEVER, EVER HOLD A GRENADE LIKE THAT, YOU-"
The grenade went off, shrapnel covering the entire area. The man dropped to the ground, trying to cover his eyes. Hood was about to lift him up when a soldier appeared behind the pipe. The Tec-9, however, was faster than the man's AKSU and the greenhorn soldier collapsed onto the ground, reaching for his throat.
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Exodus
Jun 19, 2010 22:56:38 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 19, 2010 22:56:38 GMT -5
The woman made her way up to the top of the millhouse roof, then laid pron in wait for the Dutyer's signal. When the first grunt dropped she let loose one round and watched as her target dropped as blood poured out of the bullet wound in his neck. Swift had been aiming for his head but she now knew the SVT-40's bullet drop and how much she would have to compensate for it. Her next shot was right on the mark, it had hit the soldier right between the eyes. As well did the other two soot as well.
Things where going well until a loud explosion, Swift looked behind to see that a group of grunts where coming over the other side of the embankment and had blind-sided the stalkers. The female mercenary jumped off the roof and then rolled on the ground to displace the impact. Quickly getting up she drew one of her knives and threw it at one of the on coming grunts, he fell to the ground choking on his own blood, the knife sticking out of his throat. Running behind cover she waited until the grunts had come closer. As she jumped out from behind cover she let loose a spray of hot led that boar deep into the bodies of her victims. As the last man hit the ground she reloaded the assault rifle. After waiting a moment or two, to see if there where any more coming; Swift whet about collecting her knife and looting her share of the dead grunts' equipment .
Swift gains PM Makarov X3 AKSU X2
[CHECK]
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Exodus
Jun 21, 2010 20:01:29 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 21, 2010 20:01:29 GMT -5
The sound of an explosion jerked a heavily slumbering Fyodor out of his sleep. Instinctively he grabbed for his Uzi and aimed for the only entrance to the loft he was sleeping in. A few tense moments passed before the rookie came to the conclusion that it was an explosion not meant for him.
He became aware of the gunfire echoing outside. Somone was having quite the party over by the collapsed bridge from what he could tell. Cautiously he got to his feet and lowered himself down the latter to the ground.
Looking southward through a sizeable hole in the wall, Fyodor saw two groups engaging in a tense firefight. Stalkers versus military by the looks of things, and through his binoculars he could tell the outlaws were winning decisively.
Fyodor checked his Uzi's chamber and strode foreword towards the bridge. He'd been in the zone naught two days and had done a grand total of two things, gotten drunk off cheap vodka and cleaned his weapons. Now it was time to make some contacts.
Fyodor skidded too a stop beside another rookie behind a fallen slab of concrete. The man, who couldn't have been older than 20, was trying to reload a sawn off shotgun with a very shaky hand. Fyodor had no such problem as he looked over the block, sighted an arm blind firing an AK, and riddled it with 9mm. A scream rang out, barely audible over the firefight as hot lead tore through flesh. The stunned soldier stumbled as he clutched his arm, temporarily exposing his bandanna covered head. Another burst riddled his skull with bullets, leaving nothing but a splatter of blood and another corpse.
In the back of his mind, a single thought rang out, "I think I'm gonna like it here..."
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Exodus
Jun 22, 2010 12:36:37 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 22, 2010 12:36:37 GMT -5
Another 9x39 round crashed into the leg of a retreating soldier, and he fell, only to have his skull blasted apart with a slug from a massive loner's IZH shotgun. Victor scanned the area. Most of the grunts were dead on the ground, or struggling to crawl away. The loners were quickly mopping up the remains of the military squad and collecting their share of the loot.
Mordecai and his squad had settled back by the pig farm, and were now enjoying the show, taking occasional potshots at survivors. They were three hardened, vicious stalkers that had apparently just entered the Zone. Victor could not shake the nagging suspicion that the band were criminals of a high degree, and that Duty would hardly approve of this little coup. But they were not in league with the bandits, at least, not yet.
Checking back on the loner group, Victor discovered to his surprise that they had suffered only one casualty, who was replaced by another loner in his stead. He was an older man, looking to be at least thirty-five to the younger loner. Victor said nothing; stalkers joined loners groups right and left, and interrogating him would seem impolite at the very least. The medic had turned into a guide, and he had promised Rurik fresh meat to be delivered to Rostok, and he would deliver it, whole or not.
"Excellent work," he called out to the squad, which was making its last pickings amongst the bodies of the grunts "I can see there's some cold blood in some of you. Get your gear settled, and we're moving out." The loner mused; the faster they would get through to the Garbage, the better chances they would have sneaking past the bandits while they were still asleep.
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Exodus
Jun 22, 2010 13:09:46 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 22, 2010 13:09:46 GMT -5
Fyodor stood up as the last shots were fired, leaving only dead and dying soldiers littering the ground underneath the twisted metal of bridge. He stepped up over the concrete block and approached the first corpse he saw, and began the process of looting the corpses of everything of value. After a few brief moments of scavenging from the loners, the only things left were the bullet ridden armoured vests on the grunts' chests.
A few words from the person the loner assumed to be in command, and the group was on its way. Fyodor didn't take any hesitation to approach the man as he passed by, catching up with the already moving column of outlaws.
"Erm... Hey, I'm Big Orange... mind if I tag along?"
Big Orange Gains: AKSU (x2) RG-5 grenade (x3)
[CHECK]
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Exodus
Jun 22, 2010 17:36:35 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 22, 2010 17:36:35 GMT -5
"Excellent work, I can see there's some cold blood in some of you. Get your gear settled, and we're moving out."
The only female stood ready and waiting for the other to finish looting, in the meanwhile Swift thought about the items that she should try to pick when she got to Rostok, she would need food, ammunition, medical supplies, and filters for her gas mask. This would most likely cost her around 800 to1000 rubles, she had paid Sidorovich for the down payment on her gear and now had nothing left. She would need to find a job, Swift knew at Rostok that she could compete in the Arena for some quick cash. That would cover the supplies she needed but she still had to pull 15,000 from some where. The female Merc knew that the ecologists always needed work done in Yantar, however if she played her cards right she could end up doing a few jobs for the Duty faction.
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Exodus
Jun 22, 2010 23:47:29 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 22, 2010 23:47:29 GMT -5
Victor smiled, yes, replacements wouldn't be hard to come by before they left the Cordon, he reasoned. Turning to the older man, he addressed him "Yeah, stick with us if you will. We're headed towards Rostok, to the north, and you seem like the sort of person who would get bored around here otherwise."
Victor glanced back to the pig farm. The squad of loners of questionable morality that had assisted them had retreated back into the two main stys, and would remain there. Whether to feel thankful for this, the loner was not sure. The three had demonstrated their ability as genuine cutthroats, yet that only served as a reason Victor would not want them to follow, or step across his path any time in the future.
The squad of ten walked steadily down the road towards the Garbage. Aside from small scavenging packs of dogs in the distance, Victor could see no threat, and the small mutants wouldn't dare attack a group the size of the one following him. The loners reached the northern checkpoint without a problem. The small encampment had been 'sanitized' by a group passing north previously, but it wouldn't be long before the bandits attempted to reclaim it. It was all but abandoned now, and Victor's squad walked through without opposition.
The loner pushed open the rusting metal gate separating the Garbage from the southern tract, and cautiously eyed the radioactive mounds ahead. Nothing appeared to be moving up to the horizon, which didn't guarantee a lack of an ambush in the least.
"Keep your eyes and ears peeled," he muttered to the rest of the group, opening the gate wider to let them through "there's plenty of us, but this is bandit territory now, as much as we hate to admit it. Hopefully, the fat sacks are still asleep at this hour, but keep on your guard nevertheless."
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 4:16:34 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jun 23, 2010 4:16:34 GMT -5
"One, two, three, fo-this ain't a PM. Hmm, what is this? Looks like a FORT."
As he rummaged through the grunts' backpacks, he noticed that the stalkers were slowly moving out. He snatched a remaining AKSU off the ground along with a few magazines and set off after the group.
There was someone new in the group.
"Older man, around forty...Now, what in the blazes is he doing here?"
As the group entered Garbage, he couldn't help but feel he was being watched. The so-called "Garbage" was actually consisted of huge piles of wrecked, irradiated machinery. Hood spotted something in the grass.
"Oi! What's that?"
It was a large, brownish, irregularly shaped stone of some sort which had a strange glow. Could this be one of those fabled artifacts? As he grabbed it, it started jumping in his hands. He quickly tossed the "Wrenched" artifact into his backpack and crept back up to the group. The older man was now right next to him.
"So, what's your story? I don't see many your age around these parts 'cept for ones holed up in bunkers."
Hood acquired:
3x PM Makarov 1x Fort- 12 1x AKS-74u 1x Wrenched
[limegreen][CHECK][/limegreen]
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 23, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -5
"Oh, hello. Yeah I've noticed that. Most a' you people seem to be stupid kids looking for some fun they won't find, or dumbass hoodies who've only ever held a gun sideways. I tell ya', it's those kinds a' people that didn't make it a week in my line of work, can't imagine what it's like here... Big Orange by the way."
Fyodor stumbled as his foot caught a small piece of jagged cement lying on the road, "I'm gonna have to learn a lot faster than I am from what I've heard, haven't even seen an anomaly yet. How 'bout you, been here long?"
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 15:35:04 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jun 23, 2010 15:35:04 GMT -5
"A week. Been sitting, doing my 'time' working for that bastard in the bunker...Most of these guys can't hold a gun straight or sideways, for that matter. If he-"
Hood pointed at the man who was holding the grenade before.
"-doesn't get a grip soon, things could go bad for him. Not a bad man, certainly, but his stomach is a bit too weak for this place. Me? I don't know. They call me Hood. Why? Honestly, I don't care any more. I've seen enough of the world outside. I've been beaten so many times that I don't give a damn. Ran away from rehab, ended up here. Such is life."
Pulling his hood back over his face, he continued
"About those anomalies...I've seen an 'electro', or whatever they called it. There's one leading through the tunnels. The leader here, Victor, or whatever, says he can go through it unharmed. I saw a...Whaddya call it, a blind dog, run inside."
He laughed bitterly
"The thing went off and the mutt started rolling on the ground from all that electric shit. I'm not getting close to those 'til I get myself one of those suits."
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 16:00:17 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 23, 2010 16:00:17 GMT -5
Fyodor grunted in reply. As much as the thought of being killed in one of the many impossible ways the zone had to offer unsettled him, he was more concerned about something else, bandits. Back in the so called "big world" as he'd heard it been called, he was a well respected, and well feared merc. He had a reputation, he had contacts, and he had supporters that made him very hard to touch.
Here, he had fuck all, not even his name. No retard punk would think twice before stopping an "old man" and holding him up for pocket change. And heaven forbid someone found out about the bounty on his head. Fyodor needed to make a name for himself, get contacts, build up the reutation he once had. The next few months were going to be hell and he new it.
Again, Fyodor's boot struck concrete, hard this time. "Gah! Fuck!" The man beside him snickered. This was not a good start. Quickly he regained his composure.
"So, where are we even headed?"
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 17:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 23, 2010 17:57:37 GMT -5
"So, where are we even headed?" Victor heard the older man walking beside him ask. The newcomer hadn't been there when Victor first gathered the group, and the loner felt as if he owed the man an explanation of sorts.
"Town of Rostok, the civilized parts of it, anyway" he replied curtly "I've promised you folks passage and guidance through the Garbage into Duty's territory. Once you're there, I could care less what you do after." the medic paused "Duty could always use some helping hands however, I know their leader personally, and he's a good man. If you do the job right, the payoff will be more than you can imagine." the loner gestured to his upgraded equipment.
"Or," he continued "you could go about like most people around here in the Garbage do, shooting people and taking their stuff. But the best place that'll get you is a ditch, when your rep goes low enough. I knew a bandit myself, clever bastard, tricked the entire squad we were traveling with and got away with it, more than once. Haven't heard of him since. And to speak of the devils..."
Several black shapes emerged on the road ahead, and disappeared nearly as quickly, having seen the massive group headed their way. "The bastards are getting smarter with every day," Victor muttered, glancing at the clock on his PDA "perhaps they've finally figured out that the early bird gets the worm?"
The loner drew his Vintorez, scanning the road, but the men clad in black leather jackets had long since disappeared. He frowned slightly. Like most outlaws, they were no doubt cowards, and would never attack a group larger than their own, but that would never stop them from running off for reinforcements. "Keep moving," the group leader finally said "If we keep up our pace, maybe we'll slip by to the Duty outpost before they manage to bring a few of their buddies over."
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 18:16:28 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jun 23, 2010 18:16:28 GMT -5
"Duty checkpoint? What's Duty? How much do they pay?"
Hood kept up with the group, looking out for more cutthroats. Just thinking about bandits made him shudder. He heard what the bandits did to rookies like him, sending him in to dig through the irradiated junk, looking for easy money. Worst of all, they sent them in without any protection. The men would all die terrible deaths, caused by radiation poisoning.
"That's just sick..."
The guns and the artifact he pocketed could be worth some money, but what if those bandits caught up with him?
"It's not my money they're getting, then. I can give them bullets, though. A lot of them."
Just again, Hood thought he had seen a man dressed in black running into the hangar on their left. Slowly, he approached Victor:
"There's somebody in the hangar. I just saw someone peer behind the corner, then run back inside. This Duty checkpoint of yours better be close...I don't want to end up digging through these piles, you know."
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Exodus
Jun 23, 2010 20:33:22 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 23, 2010 20:33:22 GMT -5
" Duty," said Swift keeping her voice low so not to attract the bandits, "is a paramilitary faction, founded by a stranded military expedition just after the zone's creation. It's members live by a strict code of conduct."
The female mercenary would not have needed to worry about the Bandits if she was traveling alone as her faction and the crooks seemed to have an alliance. However traveling with a group of loners was a different story. As the Bandits would be more inclined to shoot and ask questions later.
"There's somebody in the hangar. I just saw someone peer behind the corner, then run back inside. This Duty checkpoint of yours better be close...I don't want to end up digging through these piles, you know."
She over heard the young hooded rookies say to the Dutyer.
"Sir," she spoke up, "If we where to turn off our PDAs then the bandits could not track us. As long as we keep quite they should not even konw that we where here."
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