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Jun 23, 2010 21:10:19 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 23, 2010 21:10:19 GMT -5
Victor frowned "Maybe we would have had a chance at stealth if I was the only one in the group, it was night, and the bandits hadn't seen us already." he replied grimly "Unfortunately, it's broad daylight, there's ten of us, and they've spotted us at least two minutes ago, or that squad we saw wouldn't have disappeared off the road."
He held up his hand, stopping the entire group. "They're waiting for us to advance up the road, so the team we saw up ahead could come in for the mugging, while the blackguards in there" he motioned towards the train depot to the side of the road "could come out and block our escape in the back. It's a damnably convenient place for an ambush, I'll say. We'll be blocked by the depot on the left, and irradiated hillock to the right."
"We need to get off the road now." he muttered "the bastards will start following us as soon as they see we're not buying into their trap, and we'll have no choice but to take a chance and pick them off. There's at least fifteen of the bastards, or else they would never attack, but we'll have better chances than if we were surrounded on all sides." Victor cursed silently. The plan he was taking would complicate matters, and would delay their arrival in Rostok, considering they would have to go around the hillocks and rejoin the road near the area of the 'Flea Market'.
"Follow me," he said finally, stepping to the side, and around a dilapidated bus stop "If you see anyone following that shouldn't be, fire at will."
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Exodus
Jun 26, 2010 15:08:11 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jun 26, 2010 15:08:11 GMT -5
"Following? Hell no! I'm not getting shot out here!"
One of the rookies turned around and stepped out of the line. Before he could continue, Hood jumped at him, punching him in the face:
"You will do as told! Are you mad? Do you want to get us all killed? Get up!"
He lifted the rookie up, shoving him up front:
"Coward...Little, miserable, cocky coward. Another gunslinger wannabe."
He came closer to Big Orange:
"Look, you aren't going to-"
He thought he caught a glimpse of something shining on the old ruin in front of them.Immediately, he dropped on the ground as a hail of bullets started raining over the group.
"DOWN! ON THAT PLATFORM!"
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Exodus
Jun 27, 2010 1:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 27, 2010 1:29:31 GMT -5
Bullets of various caliber and accuracy whizzed past through the air as Big Orange dove to the ground, whipping his UZI from his side as his body hit dew covered grass. In the left corner of his eye he saw a panicked rookie take a shot right in the kisser, raining blood and shattered bone over the immediate area behind him. The experience didn't faze Fyodor, he'd seen far worse sights than that. If he didn't have a stomach for this line of work, he wouldn't have made it the first month as a merc.
The loner pulled the trigger of his SMG, sending a long stream of 9mm down range at the ambushing bandits' position, a ruined concrete building, three stories high by the looks of it. The suppressive fire of his gun drew a scattered line of shattered concrete beneath two windows of the third floor, somewhat effectively keeping the man hiding between them stationary for a moment.
However a moment later a searing pain shot through his left buttock and thigh as another bandit's round met it's mark. Fyodor yelped, but quickly recovered, did his best to ignore the pain, and started unloading on the structure again.
The bolt of his IMI suddenly clicked as it hit nothing. A few pats on his pocket revealed he was completely dry. With no more magazines left, the weapon was now obviously useless, and his pistol would be of little help at this range.
He needed a new weapon, and looking to the body of the fallen rookie he found a fine answer to the problem. In the rookies dead grasp was a Marlin 336 lever action rifle, which Fyodor quickly relieved it's owner of along with a pocketful of ammo. New weapon in hand and a bullet in his ass still stinging, Big Orange resumed laying down fire with a bit of accuracy this time around, being able to put one through the chest of a reckless, AK toting bandit who stood up just a little too long.
(Big Orange gains: Marlin 336)
[CHECK]
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Exodus
Jun 28, 2010 16:27:43 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 28, 2010 16:27:43 GMT -5
Anaba cursed herself mentally, how was she not aware of this sooner. If this was anywhere else in the world the marauders would had not even had a chance to set up this little trap. However the storm of hot lead forced her focus to her current situation.
The Bandits had set themselves up a nice little perch on the top floor of a half destroyed building. However that seem to be the only thing going for the thieves, lousy weapons and even worse aim worked as a godsend for the trapped loner group. The group managed to find cover save for one panic stricken loner whom took a round in the face.
Swift took aim and waited for one of the Bandits to come out from behind cover. As soon as one popped up, a bullet lodged it self between his eyes and he fell off the platform only later to be torn to bits by an anomaly. Despite the gruesome scene the woman was unmoved, her passed experience at war had harden her to such sights of blood and gore. Yet some in the group where not as accustom to the horrors as she and had froze up then where picked off by the bandits.
With another shot, yet another bandit breathed his last, still the Merc could feel something was a miss.
Weren't there more following them?
"Damn it, they are coming around to flank us," she said just as a bullet nicked her face.
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Exodus
Jun 28, 2010 20:06:56 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jun 28, 2010 20:06:56 GMT -5
Victor swore loudly as a bullet crashed into the chevron design on the chestpiece of his SEVA. The ceramic plate shattered into dust, but the rest of the suit, as well as the loner himself, remained unharmed as the round glanced off of the armored plate below and flew off at a wild angle. The medic swung behind the bus stop just as a hail of bullets slammed into the steel structure.
Dropping down to the roadway quickly aiming his gun through the foot-high crack between the stop's walls and the pavement, he sighted the first two bandits leaving the hangar. One of them dropped, the 9x39mm round slamming heavily through his skull, whereas the other retreated back behind the door, but not before spinning around as the bullet bit into his shoulder.
"Damn it, they are coming around to flank us!" he heard the woman with the SVT yell, as several more bandits appeared out from a ditch alongside the road, catching Victor by surprise. Another bullet slammed into his pack, nearly knocking him down from the sideways impact. The medic sprung up, and retreated behind the left side wall of the bus stop, now surrounded on all sides.
"Get off the road, dammit, or they'll close in on us!" he yelled to the remaining stalkers, as two more rookies shot down another wave of bandits attempting to leave the depot to pursue them. He leaned out and fired a quick burst at the group that had just appeared before pulling himself back in as another volley of rounds slammed into the stop's steel wall. A satisfying thump and cry relayed that at least one of his shots had found their mark.
The medic dove for the ditch next to the roadway. Another moment in the open, he thought, and he would find himself attacked from all sides. A single bullet clipped the sleeve of his suit, causing him to lose balance and fall bodily into the muddy indentation. Bullets whizzed all around him, spraying mud just above his position, which was covered by the bank of the ditch itself. The shooting was slowly thinning out, as both loners and bandits took protective positions, but it wasn't at all certain who would emerge victorious.
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Exodus
Jun 29, 2010 0:50:49 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jun 29, 2010 0:50:49 GMT -5
Fyodor sighted another trench coated marauder and quickly put him in line with his iron sights. A pull of thee trigger sent a round hurtling towards the bandit. A flash of blood accompanied by a face plant into the ground from four stories up was good indication it was a kill shot.
Big Orange quickly cycled a new round into the chamber, but almost immediately was forced to introduce face to dirt as a hail of automatic fire peppered the ground in front of him. Chunks of dirt flew into his hair as the rounds impacted the earth just shy of his head before the sudden end to the rattling of one of the many AKs being used accompanied the end to the rain of lead before him.
"Get off the road dammit! Or they'll close in on us!"
Fyodor didn't want to wait around to find out if that proclamation was true. As fast as his injured body could, Fyodor quickly got to his feet and hobbled towards the junk pile, anxious to abandon his position in the open next to the road. This move however, drew attention to himself, and a hail of gunfire erupted from the direction of the railyard with the intention of hitting him.
Fyodor dove behind an old metal crate before one of the bullets hit home. Screaming multi-word expletives as he propped his rifle up against the rusted metal, Fyodor recommenced shooting and the processes of whittling his and his comrades' opponents down.
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Exodus
Jul 1, 2010 8:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jul 1, 2010 8:07:08 GMT -5
"Shit! Three or four rounds left for this piece of shit ...Time to put 'em to good use."
He waited for one of the bandits to get up from behind his cover. Finally, the bandit peered over, his head exactly lined up with Hood's sights. He pulled the trigger, but the bandit ducked just in time.
"Piece of...shit."
He grabbed the first pistol he could, a Ukrainian Fort-12. Once again, he waited for the balaclava-wearing bandit to pop up. The vulture got up again, eying the loners. Just as he raised his MP-5, Hood fired, leaving two rounds straight in the bandit's head.
"Now that's better!"
He raised his pistol again, but it clicked;the magazine was empty. Cursing, he dove back behind the log, barely dodging a burst from the platform. As he re-loaded the magazine, he heard someone shooting and more gunfire coming from the platform.
"Don't they ever give up?"
He peered up from behind the log. There was something strange. The bandits were shooting, but not at them. Who could that be?
Grabbing his binoculars, he scanned over the area. Just behind the platform was a group of stalkers, clad in black and red. The loners started cheering, and Hood remembered.
"Those must be that Duty bunch. About time!"
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Exodus
Jul 2, 2010 14:33:22 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Jul 2, 2010 14:33:22 GMT -5
Swift bobbed and weaved to cover behind a partly irradiated piece of metal scrap. However she knew that if the Bandits didn't kill her, the radiation would. Her Geiger counter seemed to click faster with each passing second, she had to move.
But just then Anaba saw a bandit fiddling around with something in his hands, she recognized the object as a grenade.
"Oh, no you don't," she yelled as she turned his body into something more alike Swiss cheese. Yet before his demise he had managed to pull the pin on the explosive. Seconds later it when off sending two bandits skyward and blasting another's limbs off. One of the severed arms landed at Swif’s feet, just as she heard gunfire erupt from the half destroyed building. It seemed that the Dutyers had decided that they had enough of the bandits and their perch. Sees her chance to move to safer cover, the woman made her move to the same cover as the stalker named Big orange.
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Exodus
Jul 3, 2010 1:54:57 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jul 3, 2010 1:54:57 GMT -5
"Whooo! Fuck you too you slimy little pieces of shit!" Fyodor cheered as a third, far more powerful party joined the fight, quickly annihilating the ranks of bandits occupying the dilapidated structure. The remaining bandits coming from the rail yard wouldn't be far behind.
A terrific blast blew another three bandits to bits, as a grenade detonated before it could be thrown. This provoked another spurt of taunts from Fyodor as one of his fellow fighters slid into cover next to him. Several of the remaining bandits lost their nerves and broke cover, beginning a mad dash for the safety of the hangar. Fyodor unsteadily got to his feet, keeping his weight off his injured leg. However before he could put his sights on his first target, a burst of automatic fire ripped through the air past his face. Startled, the loner let a round go off into the air.
An enraged Fyodor quickly spotted the shooter, hiding behind an old concrete block. "Son of a-," Fyodor cycled a new round into the chamber, took aim, and put another bandit down. A satisfied smile crept across his face as he unloaded another two casings into another retreating bandit. Never had it occurred to him how much he enjoyed this kind of work. To him nothing beat kicking a little cowardly bandit ass.
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Exodus
Jul 7, 2010 20:36:23 GMT -5
Post by Διμι on Jul 7, 2010 20:36:23 GMT -5
Victor smiled as the heavily armed Duty patrol made quick work of the remaining bandits. He rose, wincing slightly at the pain in his bruised chest from the armored plate bursting, and approached the squad as the remaining rookies drove off the remaining bandits, who were attempting a fruitless retreat.
"Good to see you again, Sarge," he addressed the Duty team's leader "I wasn't even sure we could have fended all of those blackguards off without heavy casualties if you guys hadn't arrived in time. Anyway, I saved you guys the effort of going down to the Cordon yourselves. All the rookies are here, save for a couple of casualties. They just need passage into Rostok, and as for recruitment, I'm sure I have a good incentive for them."
He walked back to the group of loners as they reconverged, having defeated the last of the fleeing bandits. Victor pulled out the envelope that Rurik had given to him in return for shutting off the Scorcher and tore it open. Inside was a heavy wad of pressed cash. Quickly rifling through it, Victor counted 135,000 Rubles, more than enough to convince some of the more lucre-driven of the loners to consider an offer by Duty. He did a quick head count of the remaining stalkers in the squad, and counted nine. A clean fifteen thousand per head, he thought as he approached the eldest, who called himself 'Big Orange'.
"Some damn good shooting you all did there with those bandits, here's a little nod of acknowledgement from Duty for making their job easier." he announced, extending the envelope with the money to the stalker "split it between yerselves, if you will. I've got little use for it." he said.
Turning around, he slowly walked over to the group of Dutiers "these guys are yours from this point," he told the sergeant heading the team "just deliver them to Rostok, and let them figure out what to do for themselves once they're there."
The sergeant nodded "command had a job for you," he said to the medic just as the latter turned around "since you're a loner, they wanted you to head up to the Army Warehouses and check up on Freedom's positions and what those two new leaders are up to now. Rurik holds them in some sort of esteem, but the others aren't so sure, including Voronin. Just go up there and make sure they aren't plotting some sort of war. We want to know that Freedom is in stable command and won't get in our way once we start clearing out the Red Forest."
"Understood." Victor responded "good hunting to you all. Get those loners to safety before another ambush decides to set itself up around here. I won't bother dropping by the HQ, since you've relayed the task, so straight to the warehouses it is." the loner turned around and began walking briskly towards the outpost in the distance. He had a legitimate task now, and meddling around in the Garbage with its bandit population would do little to help finish it.
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Exodus
Jul 7, 2010 22:27:12 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jul 7, 2010 22:27:12 GMT -5
Fyodor let out a muffled guffaw as he received the venerable shitload of money stuffed into the envelope. A quick count revealed the total amount to be over 135 000 rubles. Smiling inwardly, Fyodor pulled out his share, 15 000, and stuffed it into his bag with the 5000 he walked in with.
with a quick nod, Fyodor handed the envelope to the next man, "120 000, 15 000 each." Fyodor turned his back to the group and approached the man he'd been chatting with through the journey, hood he said his name was. "Hey, quite the payment we're getting, ain't it? I'm impressed given this is my first job... So what are your plans after this?"
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Exodus
Jul 9, 2010 7:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Afterburner on Jul 9, 2010 7:52:17 GMT -5
"Really, no idea. Mo'e along, I guess. I don't like the Garbage, although I can't say I'm not happy with the profit. My guess is move along to Rostok. They say there's a bar there and that you can always find a job, no matter what. But, hay, thanks for this. Nice little addition to my assets."
As well as his "paycheck", he managed to scavenge a few pistols off the bandits, including one Colt-1911 model, which he found on the bandit who must have led the attack. He was clad in a black trench-coat and smelled so badly that Hood barely kept himself from vomiting.
"Off to Rostok."
Hood acquired: 2x PM Makarov 1x TT-33 1x Colt 1911 15 000 RU
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Jul 9, 2010 22:46:12 GMT -5
Post by Fusebox on Jul 9, 2010 22:46:12 GMT -5
"Listen, I'm gonna be blunt here. I've got no contacts, no friends, nothing right now. I was hoping you'd be willing to buddy up for a while once we get to this bar." Fyodor began wandering away in the direction of the fallen bandits' position in the dilapidated building, intent on doing a little scavenging. "If you're interested I'll meet you in the bar in an hour or so," the loner called over his shoulder, "Think about it man!"
With that Big Orange lurched into a jog. In a few moments he'd climbed to the second story, where four bullet ridden bodies lay strewn about, weapons and equipment ripe for the taking. Approaching the first three bodies, Fyodor managed to himself up an IMI Galil, and two PMms. Everything else was in such poor condition it made Fyodor sick. How someone could have such low standards in regards to their weaponry astounded him.
Ten minutes after entering, Fyodor slid down the large block of concrete to the ground and started the jog to the bar, hoping he'd convinced Hood to take up his offer.
Fyodor gains: 1x IMI Galil 2x PMm
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Aug 6, 2010 21:11:40 GMT -5
Post by blackpapermoon on Aug 6, 2010 21:11:40 GMT -5
Swift took her time looting the dead Bandits and only collected the essentials (food, medicine. med kits, ammo) however she did also find and taken with her a Veles detector. It seemed that the bandits had held up an artifact hunter. She also took the few low level artifacts that she found on the belt of one bandit.
Packing away her loot she went to collect her money.
Swift gains 15,000 Ru Flash x1 Slime x1
[CHECK]
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