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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 23, 2010 0:57:14 GMT -5
After the Lieutenant's sudden departure, Sigbrand quickly organized a guard for the camp and took first watch on the outskirts around the building.
As he reached the crest of a small hill, he spotted a small figure running towards them. Raising his rifle, he looked through his scope at the lone stalker. It was a man with matted black hair, dressed in a sunrise suit. What's a loner doing all the way out here? he thought, He must be pretty damn lucky to have made it this far north on his own.
Sigbrand kneeled and kept the reticule of his optics over the man's chest. Once he was close enough, Sigbrand shouted "Stop and put your hands behind your head!"
The loner stopped, and placed both of his hands behind his head.
"Now," Sigbrand said, "Walk over to me, slowly. Keep those hands up."
Once the stalker had reached him, Sigbrand stood up and removed the man's sidearm from its holster. He removed the magazine and the round from the chamber and dropped the pistol on the ground.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, "And how did you get this far north?"
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Post by Διμι on Nov 23, 2010 1:22:28 GMT -5
The Monolithian stopped. His life now hung in the balance of a child, a child staring down an optical scope at him, the barrel of his rifle trained at his chest. But his life, the Monolithian knew, made no difference now.
"I come bearing a message from the North, Sigbrand Myrvang." the stalker answered simply, shrugging off his knife belt as well, in a gesture of peace. "There is something within this Zone that rightfully belongs to you. A memory. A reminiscence. A reminder, a talisman and a monument to the one you've looked up to your entire life. A weapon that was given to him by destiny. A weapon designed to do good, but one that had fallen into immoral, heartless and inconsiderate hands." he paused "I'm certain that you know what I am talking about."
The Monolithian watched as Sigbrand nodded shakily, his face suddenly turning pale. The Monolithian reached inside his suit, pulling out a folded photograph: A heavily scuffed and weathered Desert Eagle, two 9x39mm piercing rounds next to it, lying on a folded, faded brown trench coat. The fanatic could see the man's eyes slowly go wide before Sigbrand finally regained his composure.
"You need not worry," he reassured "the culprit has met his end at the footholds of the Zone's impenetrable central fortress, the Power Plant itself. In recognition that it is rightfully yours, we have recovered it." The Monolithian let go of the photo as Sigbrand took it, staring at the gun, an eternal reminder of his brother and the ideals he had stood for.
"However," the Monolithian continued "you must first prove your worth by passing a rite. By asserting your own ability to eradicate evil where it must be eradicated. The mission that your good General himself had given you." Understanding dawned behind Sigbrand's eyes. "Yes, you must kill Adder, the foul head of the Freedom machina that threatens to explode the entire Zone into the world. Let this gun be a reminder of this agenda. Bring her head to the footholds of the Power Plant, and you will have what is rightfully yours."
With those words, the messenger turned around and left, leaving Sigbrand with the photo in his hand, too stunned to stop him.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 23, 2010 2:40:21 GMT -5
Sigbrand stood for a while, staring at the photograph of the massive handgun. The last thing left on this earth to remember his brother by.
He knew what he had to do.
Sliding the picture into a magazine pouch on his vest, Sigbrand broke into a quick run towards the Station Rurik had left for, and he found the Lieutenant a short ways away, near a few railroad cars.
Running up to Rurik, he said "Sir, Adder and Maginot are both inside that station. We can take them now, and end this war. The mercenaries won't intervene and the only other Freedomer there is no threat to us, we have to act, now!"
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Tarasov emerged from the tunnel. Slowly, he removed the radio from its shoulder pouch. It was still on the Freedom frequency.
"Attention Freedomers." He said slowly. "This is Sergei Tarasov, formerly of the Ukrainian Military. I have killed most of your squad, and have had my fill of revenge, with all the hypocrisy it contains. I think, that my time on this earth is reaching its end. I am by the tunnel west of your Yanov Station. I would humbly request that one of you comes here to give me a soldiers death. Tarasov out."
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Post by Διμι on Nov 23, 2010 2:56:21 GMT -5
Victor pushed the door into the station open, leading Maginot and Adder back inside and settling down on the floor in the corner. The mercenaries gave him curious looks, but a glance from Maginot prevented any further questions.
The loner buried his face in his hands. He had to protect the two, to get them back to the warehouses somehow. He could not let Balalaika or any other dangers of the Zone get to them in the weakened state that they were in. He had little left to live for otherwise. As during his days as a medic, he would now have to risk his life to save those of others.
A sudden crackle from the radio on the table interrupted his thoughts. Someone in the vicinity was radioing in Yanov station. Cautiously, he walked over and accepted the transmission.
"Attention Freedomers." an unfamiliar voice spoke slowly and deliberately. "This is Sergei Tarasov, formerly of the Ukrainian Military. I have killed most of your squad, and have had my fill of revenge, with all the hypocrisy it contains. I think, that my time on this earth is reaching its end. I am by the tunnel west of your Yanov Station. I would humbly request that one of you comes here to give me a soldiers death. Tarasov out."
The radio transmission shut off as fast as it had filled the stale air within the station with sound. Maginot and Adder sat frozen by the walls. Ferret sat shaking. He had seen directly what the man had done to the rest of the Freedom squad he had traveled with.
Victor slowly righted himself to his full six and a half foot height. "It's a trap." he said calmly and deliberately "and I can't afford to have anyone here fall into it." he looked around the room, eying the mercenaries, then Ferret, then Maginot, then Adder. "I will go finish his stay upon this earth." he said flatly. "Perhaps he still savors to kill the men that he thinks responsible for his misfortunes. And I can't risk having you be those men, or women." he said, his optics passing over Adder.
He calmly loaded up his gear and slung his sword over his shoulder. "I will be back to tell you the full story of who I am. There's a lot that I'm leaving unsaid. Keep yourselves safe, and don't try to follow me, although I have full faith in the mercenaries."
He pushed open the door to the station with his telekinesis before turning around once more "I'll be back." he said simply.
The medic shut the door securely and looked around before sprinting off in the direction Tarasov had indicated. It was time for the military captain to pay up for his sins, he loner thought. His own guns and armor would be no match for Victor's telekinetic abilities and mechanical body.
He arrived at the mouth of the tunnel several minutes later and stood there for a minute, contemplating, before finally stepping up to the dark hole and calling out.
"Sergei Tarasov!" Victor said loudly "I have come to absolve you of your sins. No longer will you have to blame yourself for the deaths of those around you. Come out and face me in combat before I bring your hiding place down around you."
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Post by Karcentric on Nov 23, 2010 3:32:17 GMT -5
Schwarz heard the message and watched the massive stalker sprint out away from the station towards the tunnel, "We'll follow him just in case he needs the assistance." He said, nodding towards a group of mercs. Without another word the group jogged after Victor.
"Sir, Adder and Maginot are both inside that station. We can take them now, and end this war. The mercenaries won't intervene and the only other Freedomer there is no threat to us, we have to act, now!" Sigbrand exploded in a hurried stream of words.
"Is that so sergeant," Rurik asked giving the young man a keen glance, before placing a hand on his shoulder and nodding, "If that the case then we shall proceed. Gather the men, tell them to bring only what they need for an assault attack. I'll think of a plan." Rurik said going into deep thought having seen the layout of the station he knew there were two main doors and a couple side entrances. The plan formulated in his head, there were 7 including himself left and they would storm from all directions, disarming or eliminating any opposition they faced.
The squad converged on the station from all directions, two mercenaries patrolling were dispatched of silently left where they fell, Rurik tokk several deep breathes before pressing a button on his PDA to coordinate their raid. "3, 2, 1, go." He said into the shoulder mounted comm unit, bursting through one of the main entrances at almost the exact same time another Dutier wearing an exo-skeletal suit burst through the other door also wielding a PKM.
"ON THE FUCKING FLOOR, NOW!" He ordered waving the PKM pointing it at anyone who moved, one merc charged at him resulting in a very large boot to the face, while the other Dutier did the same striking two mercenaries who were trying to flee, seconds later the other 5 men came out into the main room, shoving several more mercs who had been in the side wings of the building.
Looking over the room and the prisoners including several unconscious stalkers who had struggled during the assault, also amongst the group was Adder and Maginot as well as another Freedom member Rurik had never seen before, Rurik smiled to himself under his mask at the success of the raid. "Check the remaining rooms to be sure." He said to two men leaving 5 surrounding the larger group.
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Post by Basil on Nov 23, 2010 8:00:00 GMT -5
The Duty attack had been sudden, taking everyone by surprise. Maginot and Adder had been taken prisoner, roughly shoved to the ground. Maginot had felt anger and pain as Adder was brutally thrown to the floor, causing her to whimper in pain as her injured rib hit the ground.
Fascist scum...
Maginot tried to break free, but was kicked in the face by one of the attackers, breaking his nose and sending him sprawling. His head spinning from the pain and his nose bleeding profusely, he and the other prisoners were herded into the centre of the room and forced to to the ground. To his surprise, he recognised the lead Dutier: Rurik. So even he was not impervious to Duty's propaganda.
As Rurik left the room, Mag stared balefully at his captors.
"So...c'est la fin, as they say", he said in an almost casual tone. He felt Adder stir next to him as she struggled onto her knees and looked defiantly at the Dutiers. Maginot felt moved by her defiance to the enemy. She had been beaten into submission, physically humiliated and psychologically broken, but she had still managed to muster the strength to look the enemy in the eye.
"So, what are you waiting for?", said Maginot in the same casual tone to his captors. "You must have come here to kill us, so why not do it? Do you need the order from your superior to do what you believe is what is best for the world?"
The Dutiers seemed to glance at each other and shifted uncomfortably. Maginot quietly nodded and said:
"Yeah, thought so."
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 24, 2010 3:54:30 GMT -5
"Up here, Stalker." Tarasov said from his perch above the tunnel. The large man below him looked up to see the barrel of the soldier's G3 pointing directly at his head.
Tarasov felt the rifle being dragged away from him as soon as he pulled the trigger. The unknown force caused his shot to go wide and strike the side of the stalker's face where it ricocheted off.
Tarsov barely had time to react before his rifle was wrenched from his hands and was swung at his head by an invisible force. He ducked out of the way, and slid down the side of the tunnel where he was hidden from the strange metal stalker.
"Those are some fantastic powers you've been given." Tarasov said from his hiding place, "But using them against a mere mortal like myself is a tad unnecessary don't you think?"
There was no answer.
"What do you say we finish this like men?" Tarasov asked, drawing his large combat knife and walking out in front of the metal man.
"C'mon." he growled, taking up a fighting stance.
The mysterious stalker was upon him before he could react. His cold metal hand gripped Tarasov by the neck and lifted him from the ground.
Tarasov brought his knife up and into the man's forearm, but it only glanced off the strange material the limb was composed of. "Impressive." Tarasov gasped before being thrown halfway down the tunnel.
The soldier hit the ground with a thud, all of the wind knocked out of him. Thankfully, he had landed just past the field of electro anomalies. Tarasov opened his eyes to see the massive figure walking towards him, passing through the anomalies with ease.
Coughing up a globule of blood, Tarasov pushed himself back onto his feet and picked up his knife again. "C'mon." He growled again, "You can do better than that."
There was a faint whooshing sound, and the Captain's knife was knocked out of his hand. The metal stalker was holding a long sword, and pointing it straight at Tarasov.
Tarasov backed up slowly, within seconds he had bumped into the jagged surface of the collapsed section of the tunnel. He tensed, he knew what was coming next.
The stalker lunged forward, running Tarasov through and burring several feet of the blade into the concrete and dirt behind him.
Tarasov exhaled chokingly, blood was beginning to fill his lungs. "Any last words?" The strange stalker said.
"Words?" the dying solder muttered. "I never really was...a man of words... preferred action, honestly."
Tarasov raised his right hand and saluted weakly. From the hand dangled four grenade pins.
The explosion destabilized the tunnel even further. Large chunks of concrete began falling from the roof, and then, with a rumbling crash, the entire hillside collapsed.
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Post by Διμι on Nov 24, 2010 21:04:30 GMT -5
The vessel's lips curled into a faint smile as he stared at the station through his scope. The Dutiers had steamrollered into Yanov, taking it by force. He saw two of the mercenaries standing outside brutally subdued by Rurik's forces. The Sunrise-clad Monolith scout stood beside Sokol as he surveyed the takeover. The young Duty sniper had gotten the message, and soon, soon he would bring Sokol what he had asked for.
The Myrvang brother was a most promising individual, Sokol mused. Blinded by his anger and frustration over the death of his brother and having resolved he would avenge him by any means possible, he could be used to annihilate anyone the Monolith could choose to incriminate.
"My lord," one of the Monolithians spoke beside him "what happens now?"
"Now," Sokol replied slowly "we leave. There is no reason to stay here any longer. The Freedomers have learned their lessons when it comes to the North. I doubt they will attempt to penetrate this deep into our lands again. As for the commandant..." he pondered "... I have faith in the young one. He will do what he must."
Sokol packed the MSG-90 and turned back towards the metal stairwell that led to the ground. "Call the rest of the force. As soon as the Myrvang brother leaves for the North, we will flush the Dutiers out of here like cockroaches."
With that grim finalization, Sokol turned to the scout beside him "Come, we're returning to our Lord." he spoke as he slowly stepped into the stairwell.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 25, 2010 1:18:41 GMT -5
"Tie them up." Sigbrand said, walking into the room. "But make sure the Commandant can walk."
The men standing around the Freedomers looked at eachother with confusion, then at Sigbrand.
"Don't just stand there!" He barked, "That was an order!" The men hesitated a second longer, then went about tying up the Freedomers.
Once the Freedomer's had their arms secured behind their backs, Sigbrand said. "On your feet Adder, you're coming with me."
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Post by Basil on Nov 25, 2010 20:02:20 GMT -5
Adder didn't budge. She simply looked at the Dutier and remained on her knees. Eventually however, one of the guards lost patience and roughly dragged her upright. Adder winced in pain as the violent movement made her broken rib flare up again.
"Adder!", cried Maginot before being abruptly silenced with another blow to the face. The commandant slowly turned to look at Maginot, who lay bleeding on the floor, his nose broken and his face bruised. Despite being outwardly defiant, she was resigned to her apparent fate. Everyone and everything seemed leagued against her. It was her worst nightmare come true, a genuine collective cabal aimed at destroying her, and her enemies had won. She had been all but crushed back at the cooling tower. Physically humiliated and psychologically broken. What was the point of resisting?
She let herself be lead out of the main room without a fight before turning to look at her new captor and say, in a resigned, tired voice:
"So, where're you taking me? I wouldn't mind just being shot in the head...I've had enough beatings for today."
Her voice conveyed absolutely no irony or insolence whatsoever. No bravado, no insult. She was completely serious and unmoved, as if she were requesting a simple favour.
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"Again."
A lone figure was wandering towards a large swampy area in the North of Jupiter. It was none other than Balalaika, soaked, dirty and with her eyes as wide and as empty as saucers. She stumbled haggardly to the edge of the brackish water and stopped, her boots squidding in the mud slightly.
"Again...I lose..."
She stood rock still, staring straight ahead but seeing nothing. The wind blew softly through the reeds and the trees around her as well as through the empty windows of a desolate factory a few metres away, emitting a lugubrious whistle.
"Why do you keep denying me my revenge? Why?"
Balalaika had wandered in a daze from the cooling tower to the Northern swamp, her mind refusing to accept the fact that she had again been beaten when victory was so close at hand. She had held Adder in her hand and tormented her to her heart's content until the two other Freedom bastards had shown up. Even then she had stood a good chance of defeating them, even with the French guy's special helmet. She could have killed him on the rooftop, but Fate had decided otherwise, turning what was supposed to be her final victory into a ridiculous rout. A humiliation. Her very guts twisted in fury, refusal and shame at what had happened.
"Why can't I just kill her...?"
Her hands began to tremble as her barely contained anger and frustration threatened to boil over and explode. Her face twisted into an ugly mask of anger and hatred, and her entire body seemed to shudder as if some indescribable inner force was striving to break free.
"WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?", she yelled, her cry disturbing several crows that were roosting in a nearby tree. Her cry of anger faded into the Zone's cold and silent air, remaining unanswered. Without warning, she slapped herself on the side of the head in a sudden outburst of violence. As she stumbled from the blow, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the muddy but still water, and she dropped onto her hands and knees.
"Haha...I'm so...so UGLY!", she exclaimed, laughing insanely. "SO. FUCKING. UGLY!"
Kneeling, she put her muddied hands to her face, smearing mud over her cheeks, forehead and nose. As the cool mud came into contact with her skin, she felt the anger leave her, and a wave of exhaustion wash through her muscles and mind.
"Need...need to lie down...", she mumbled before standing up and stumbling across the swamp, her feet splashing noisily in the water. There was an abandoned and mouldy old row boat on the other side, and she walked towards that. When she reached it, she lifted it up and crawled underneath it, letting it drop after her. As the boat covered her up, she was plunged into darkness, and soon she fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Nov 29, 2010 17:33:04 GMT -5
Ferret fought the Duty attackers more like a wild animal then a person, he tried to kick claw and even bite at them as he shouted a wide rang of profanity and insults. However his struggles where to no avail, one of the Dutyers had become sick of the skinny Freedomer’s protest and had picked him up and slammed him back to the ground. The wind was knocked from Ferrets lungs as the Duty grunt then proceed to flip him over and hold one of his arms painfully to his back before grabbing the other arm and tied them both together.
Once seeing that Adder was being taken away by a younger Dutyer Ferret screamed despite the pain he now felt.
“Leave her be, can’t you shit heads see that she’s been through enough?”
However the Ex Bandit was only rewarded with a kick to the gut by one of the Duty soldiers watching over the prisoners. The hard, precise kick to his Diaphragm would be enough to shut him up for along time, to the soon to be short lived satisfaction of the Duty expedition.
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On top of the excavation machine in the quarry stood a Monolithain outfitted with an Exoskeleton and H&K G36. He had been tasked with obliterating his god’s enemies from the Yanov station.
How wise the high preacher was, knowing of the young Dtuyer’s thirst for revenge and the rage that the child held with in. One would think that the boy would be the new champion for their lord. With the power and guidance of their God and the skill of the young one it would only be a mater of time before the holy army of the Monolith cleanse the Zone of the human filth that had entered this sacred land. Climbing down from his perch the Monolithain leader gather his men, each of whom where ready to give up their blood to make sure the will of their lord was meet.
“Brothers,” he said, “ the time has come. We are to rid the station of all none believers. In the name of the Monolith destroy them.”
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Ferret was still recovering from the kick he had sustained, when dark smoke filled the room, a smoke bomb had been thrown in to the station. The bomb was followed by a task force of Monolithains. One of the five men that had been guarding him and Maginot was gunned down, the fanatics had yet to notice the two Freedomers. The dead man had a bayonet on his weapon and the Ex-Bandit saw it as the chance to free himself and his leader. Slugging over to it, he rolled over and started to cut the rope that held his hands together. Once his hand where free he took hold of the bayonet and cut the bonds around his ankles before moving on to Mag’s bounds and cut him free.
“Boss, we need to get out of here.”
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Post by Karcentric on Dec 5, 2010 23:32:26 GMT -5
Rurik looked up from papers he was looking through when he heard the shots and a cry as another member of his squad was gunned down, thick smoke was seeping into the room and the dead voice of a monolith fanatic carried into the room, followed by return fire from his men and the crash of furniture, lifting the PKM he'd left laying on the table he crept out kneeling to see under the smoke as it raised.
10 Monolith grunts had piled into the room and were shooting at anything that moved however they were simply standing in the doorway with absolutely no cover, gripping his trusty old MG he lifted it to his shoulder and fired into the side of the group of fanatics who fell as a hail of 7.62 rounds tore through their sides, more piled in firing at both Rurik and the remaining Dutiers. Most of the mercs had either been hit during the initial barrage fire or fled through the side corridors of the station.
Ducking behind a wall as another burst of fire aimed his way thumped into the wall sending small splinters several rounds glanced off his heavily armored shoulder, before moving to a different position and unleashing another barrage of fire into the growing number of fanatics who seemed completely unaffected by the growing pile of bodies which was slowly growing around the entrance, Rurik caught sight a of large man wearing an exoskeleton suit with monolith colours holding a G36 outside directing the crazed soldiers onward, "GIVE ME SOME COVER WHEN I SAY." Rurik bellowed to his remaining men. Loading the RPG-7.
"NOW!" He shouted waiting a second before lining up the exo clad stalker and firing, the warhead accelerated colliding with the man the explosion ripped the man and suit to pieces throwing deadly bits of shrapnel into several fanatics who were standing nearby.
The seconds after that the monolith grunts seemed disarrayed, starring in in disbelief and confusion at the mess that was their commander mere seconds ago, several men began swaying back and forth, the rest had dropped their weapons, seemingly in a trance. What is this, some sort of trap? Rurik thought, holding his PKM pointed at them, looking around at the floor 7 mercs had been killed as well another 2 Dutiers, Adder, Maginot and the other Freedomer had obviously escaped with the remaining mercs. Walking out and backing slowly away, with a jerk of his head he indicated that the remaining men should move out while they had the opportunity. Not realising that the exo clad stalker he had killed was another vessel of the monolith, and with his death the remaining fanatics had lost contact with their glorious 'god'.
"We'll go back and get our gear, there isn't much here for us seeing as there's only 3 of us remaining." Rurik said, realising that Sigbrand was not among them, nor the fallen at the the station, "Where is Sergeant Myrvang?" He asked.
"He left with the Freedom woman, Adder." the other exo clad Dutier replied, "Just before the Monolith attacked, Sir."
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Post by Διμι on Dec 14, 2010 23:55:12 GMT -5
The trench-coated figure sat silently atop the bridge as the small troupe of Monolithians passed below. Dober had heard of the fanatical fighters before, and had no doubt that before long, he would run into them.
It was a bad omen, he thought. The northern territories were as dangerous as advertised, at best. If the scores of bloodsuckers he had seen before were any indication. The bandits would doubtfully find their place here, he thought. It was time to return home.
The lead Monolithian paused. He was a huge figure, well over six feet tall. The MSG-90 slung over his back almost seemed like a pellet gun in comparison to his frame, almost as if he had been created to fire something much, much larger. The man stopped, his eyes locking on the boat tethered to a small tree growing near the shore. Dober shrank back from the Monolithian's searching gaze, but felt as if some sort of invisible hand was drawing steadily nearer, almost as if it were feeling the emotions in the air for his presence.
Sokol's gaze shot upward, and met the bandit's own. It was then that Dober knew, he would either shoot first or die.
Before the Monolithians could raise their weapons, a single grenade slowly dropped from the apex of the bridge, plopping heavily into the sand below. Sokol dove aside into the river, shielding himself beneath the surface just as the explosive charge detonated, sending a shockwave and shrapnel through the air and sending the two Monolithians beside him flying.
Dober had scarcely time to aim his tactical 47 before Sokol leapt upright from the riverbed. Even as he pressed the trigger, he felt his aim shake as an invisible vice clamped shut about his cranium. His brain felt as if it were on fire and squeezed into the volume of a sugar cube. His vision swayed as the still chattering AK suddenly fell from his fingers and he collapsed.
Two 7.62x39mm rounds bored their way into Sokol's shoulder, puncturing the rough fabric of Lutiy trench coat and the light armor underneath. In a spray of blood, the Monolithian collapsed into the water once more, the crystal in his chest flickering wildly even from beneath the surface. Even as he slowly slipped from consciousness, Sokol knew that nothing was over. The power within him would not leave him be even after his failure.
Clutching his head, blinking as the waves of pain slowly receded, Dober rose up from his prostrate position. He had survived, and more importantly, he had overextended his welcome in this new land. He quickly made his way down the sloping side of the bridge to examine the curious opposition he had encountered.
Two of the Monolithians had been completely shredded and blown apart by the initial blast. The last, tallest was still breathing heavily, unconscious from his combined stay underwater and wounds to the shoulder. He spluttered as Dober dragged his limp form out onto the shore. The man would live to tell the tale, the bandit thought, of the scourge of the south that had laid him low.
Dober stared at the frame of his victim. He would have to bring back some trophy aside from the occassional bloodsucker jaw, he thought grimly, and the Monolithian's rifle, although expensive, was far too heavy to lug back to the bandit compound. His eye finally settled on a scratched and faded Desert Eagle handgun in the massive man's holster. A fine addition to his arsenal of handguns, the bandit thought.
Even as his hand closed around the grip of the gun, the bandit felt a slight scream of rage that was anything but his own surge through his head. The Monolithian's eyes flickered open and shut for a second as he attempted to regain consciousness.
Dober quickly stuffed the gun in his pack and turned toward the boat. He would have to travel upstream this time, he thought. A much more arduous journey than the way in. Taking one last look at the recovering Monolithian, he untied it and let the craft float on.
And then, with a swish of his trench coat, the bandit was gone.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Dec 28, 2010 11:47:53 GMT -5
Ferret pulled Maginot behind him as the two made their escape, the French stalker had not said a word since Adder was taken hostage by the young Duty sniper. The two Freedomers had no idea where the Dutyer had taken the Commandant and there was little chance of them finding a trail.
The Ex-bandit felt a deep feeling of empathy towards his leader, Adder had meant everything to Maginot and now she had been whisked away from him for the second time. It was painful to watch the Freedom leader like this. Mag had always been a pillar of strength and logic but now he was a broken down mess of a man. They had to find Adder not just for Maginot sake but for the sake of the Freedom faction as a whole. Without Adder, Mag could not live and without Mag's leadership Freedom would be wiped out completely or become just like the Bandits. And as long as his body was able and his mind was strong Ferret would not let Freedom fall to the dogs or become like other failed stalker groupings.
But what was he to do? Ferret although no longer a rookie knew he was little match for the monsters and freaks that resided in the northern most territories. Only the zone legends like Strelok and his team could survive in these areas, the only thing the Ex-Bandit had going for him was his mutation. Wait that was it, he could use his powers to find out where Adder was being taken. He could cover more area in less time and he would not need to worry about Mutants, Duty or Monolithians attacking him so long as his physical body was well hidden.
"Boss I think I know how we can find Adder," said Ferret still running, "but we're going to need to find a place not so much out in the open."
The two made their way to the Container Warehouses that just happened to be the closest shelter that was far enough away from the Monolith raid. Once inside the main building Ferret continued still unsure on how he was going to tell his leader about his ability.
"Mag, Adder is not the only one with a mutation any more," he said at last, "I'm not exactly sure how to explain it but it lets me project my mind outside of my body… I know it sounds crazy but it's the truth…I think I can use it to find out where that bastard is taking the commandant."
After being given Mag's permission Ferret let his powers take over. The moment he did his eyes became unfocused and his vision became blurry as he felt his limbs go numb. He once again felt his mind leave his body, but this time was slightly different instead of finding himself hovering over his body, he found himself floating next to a still bound Adder as she was being forced to walk by the Dutyer from behind.Ferret was surprised he didn't know that he could do that, it seemed that his powers had more to them than he had first realized. The only explanation he could come up with was that if he focused on a person or a place that his powers would project his conscience mind to where ever the person or place was.
Yet his awe was short lived as he soon noted that the Dutyer was headed for the Chernobyl NPP. In this state he would be unable to help Adder he could only return to Maginot and hope that they could catch up with the sniper and his captive before it was too late. However unrenowned to him a powerful entity had been watching and waiting, the Ex-Bandit had fallen deep into its psy-fields he was now like a fly on a spider's web. Just as Ferret was about to return to his body a strong force pulled him away, taking him to it's vessel.The ex bandit soon found himself in front of a tall green eyed Monolithian, he worn a now wet brown trench-coat. The freedomer stared wide eyed the tall man, could this person see him in this state?Not wishing to find out Ferret used all of the willpower he could muster and forced his mind back into his body.
"I know where they are going,"said the Ex-bandit breathlessly as he got up, "but we don't have much time, come on follow me."
With that Ferret left the building unaware that left a connection into his mind open. (Sorry basil but I got Dim's "blessing" to do this)
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jan 30, 2011 15:03:34 GMT -5
"I'm not going to kill you, Adder." Sigbrand said looking straight at the woman's face and staring momentarily into her snake's eyes. "I would if someone else didn't want you more, I'm just a courier."
Turning her around with the barrel of his rifle, Sigbrand pushed Adder slightly and they continued onwards.
For the most part, the land was barren. Weeds and the occasional shrub were the only real plant life. As they continued northeast, they passed the factory complex they had seen earlier.
Eventually the two reached a scorched and dead swath of land. Ahead of them a gigantic mix of springboard and burner anomalies seemed to stretch to the north and south as far as the eye could see.
"I'm going to untie you here, so that we can make it through this anomaly field. If you run, you'll either fall into and anomaly or I'll kill you myself and take your head with me instead."
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