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Post by Karcentric on Feb 24, 2011 0:03:55 GMT -5
"Yes...Commander. We'll go that-a-way, then. However, I'll stick to my rifle...for now. I don't think I could handle anything else, at least not without proper training." Boris said.
"Training? The best way to learn something out here is by practice, most stalkers won't spare their time for anyone, especially during winter, it does things to people here. You eventually get used to it or you'll go insane." Rurik replied looking in the direction of the unoccupied depot, "We'll have a look over there shall we? I'd like to inspect to depot for myself."
"The zone is one such reason, we should try to correct our mistakes and right our wrongs." Another familiar voice said quietly, turning Rurik saw that the stalker by the name of Rookie had also made his way with the group.
"A noble view, but one that is rarely achieved or even considered in the zone, the zone changes people, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. It's best to keep busy rather than sit around and moan about your past as some stalkers do, it's the idleness that does more damage to the mind." Rurik said looking around the desolate area, he could scarcely remember his first thoughts about the zone.
"Let's go." Rurik said snapping back to reality, and moved forward with the small group following.
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Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Feb 24, 2011 6:33:34 GMT -5
"Training? The best way to learn something out here is by practice, most stalkers won't spare their time for anyone, especially during winter, it does things to people here. You eventually get used to it or you'll go insane. We'll have a look over there shall we? I'd like to inspect to depot for myself."
Vezirov shrugged, still somewhat unsettled by the vision of the past. The image of the people burned itself into his mind so vividly that he could have sworn he was right there amongst those shadows, that they were real as the scrap heaps before him.
"Chernobyl and it's outlaying regions. Some people say that if you listen carefully you can still hear the happy cries of the playing children, the sound of people hard at work and other times, you can hear the panic and fear."
Rookie had joined them in the meantime. It seemed like he was trying to tell him something, but the words never reached his mind. His mind was elsewhere, trying to comprehend what he had just seen. Were those shadows the Zone's way of communicating, or...Was it all in his mind? For a moment, he just stood there, staring into a single spot on the ground, captivated by the echoing of the voices of the Zone.
"I...He...Never mind. Commander, shouldn't we wait for some help first? Not to be pessimistic or anything, but -"
He was abruptly interrupted when a bullet out of nowhere slammed right next to his boot. The shock nearly knocked him out as he fell back on his behind, trembling with fear. This was the Zone's first test. Either you make it, or you die trying. There were no more options. Run or gun. He staggered back up, trying to see who was shooting him. All of a sudden, he felt a searing pain on his left forearm, which was now bloody. Sweet, merciful luck, the bullet had only scratched him! The sight of his own blood made him feel dizzy. Swaying left and right, his vision blurred, Boris shuddered and slowly collapsed.
"No."
His eyes were open. He was still conscious, despite all the shock. The primal instincts were now telling him to move, to hide, to find shelter; to run, to hide. He couldn't take the Zone. But no. He won't let it take him. The adrenaline shock alone cleared his mind.
"Turn back."
He rolled over, only to catch a glimpse of black disappearing behind something blurry; his sight had not returned to him just yet. With a wild stroke of luck, the shotgun was still firmly in his hands. There it was, that black thing again, peering from behind its cover.
The shotgun roared again as two shells loaded with buckshot left their home, converging towards their target.
Boris could only hear a howl of pain.
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Post by Karcentric on Mar 3, 2011 9:59:46 GMT -5
Rurik stopped letting the group go ahead, looking around he saw a massive foot print from the armored bear mutant he'd heard about, placing his hand in the print, even his own hand which was large by the standards of the denizens of the zone was dwarfed by the print.
He studied the size of the prints and the distance apart they were. The massive stride and depth of each print seemed impossible, even in the zone.
As he was thinking he heard the sound a gunfire. Rurik hunched down to avoid stray bullets.
Looking around he saw Boris crouched holding his left arm while trying to reload his shotgun.
One bandit lay in the open a grisly wound in his chest made him unable to attack.
Giving the PKM a quick glancing over, he stood and fired in bursts keeping the bandits occupied and unable to retaliate, and light machine gun rounds made short work another two bandits who were hiding behind a vehicle. Side stepping in an arc he slowly circling around to attack the bandits from the side.
Looking back he saw some of the loners were advancing.
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Post by jackredding on Mar 3, 2011 12:42:55 GMT -5
But where was Rookie? Why, he was taking up the left flank. His TT-33 gripped firmly in his hands, Mikhail had taken to using several broken down bits of junk, debris and the rusted skeletal remains of cars to move up close to the bandits, who had taken up refuge behind cover. Utilizing his agility and speed, Mikhail set upon the first two bandits. They had been preoccupied with the giant that is Rurik when he opened fire with his handgun, the seven six two millimeter handgun rounds, punching through the first man's chest and neck like a paper target. The second one had gotten a bead on him and fired his makarov, the round clipping Mikhail's shoulder right before he landed on the man and smashed him in the face, with the butt of his pistol.
Dazed and disoriented, the man clutched his face as Rookie pulled the bandits knife from it's sheath before plunging it into the man's throat, with the sickening sound of metal tearing flesh punctuated occasionally with a soft gurgle of blood, pouring from the wound and around the blade. But he was not done - far from it, Mikhail was on the move again, staying low behind cover to avoid the hail of lead Rurik put out, as well as the random return fire a bandit might reply with. Blind fire was quite literally that; blind. Even amidst this skirmish Mikhail had to wonder, how half the bandits didn't kill each other by spraying their guns like fire hoses.
A second group, and this one had three more bandits and from his new vantage point, he could spot four more coming in to assist their comrades with the duty. Retrieving his rifle from his back, he used one of the broken concrete dividers as a support to keep his hand from shaking to much and he took aim, careful and calculated before firing. The first shot streaked through the air and missed. It whizzed by one bandit's head, causing the group of four to split up and take cover in a ditch. Delaying them for now, one bandit opened fired on his position and Mikhail swore.
He blew his chance to get the drop on them but at least, he caused the four reinforcements to be a little more slow.
"Fucking Bandits!" He hated them so much but they were focusing on his position now, noticing that he was far closer then they wanted for comfort. He was pinned down but hey, at least they weren't all unloading on Rurik, which meant that they weren't all really focusing on Rurik. In his book's, that was probably a very bad idea.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Mar 3, 2011 14:58:50 GMT -5
Morak was finishing up the patrol around the garbage when he heard gunfire off in the distance. There was nothing new with a firefight in the garbage and so he was not about to get involved but then the Dutyer realized where shots were coming from: the area where Rurik and the loners where. Not wasting a second more, he ran over to where the firefight was happening.
Vadik managed to make it just in time to ambush a group of bandits that where trying to out flank Rurik’s group. Running behind some cover he reloaded his weapon then jumped back and fired a few more rounds. Between the surprise and the other attack Morak had managed to kill three of the Bandits and wound another fore.
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Post by Karcentric on Apr 6, 2011 12:58:11 GMT -5
The firing lightened as various members of the group engaged the bandits taking them by surprise, giving Rurik time to load his RPG with a warhead, checking the launcher over he stood and aimed at the barricade the bandits were crouching behind.
He fired and the warhead closed in on the target exploding, sending bandits sailing in different directions, and debris flying, after the smoke, steam and dust began fading some of the group moved forward dispatching of the remaining bandits. Rurik however went back to where Boris was slouching, still holding his arm, knelling he carefully cleaned and bandaged the wound, "You were lucky it only scratched you." He said helping Boris to his feet, picking up a nearby Beretta a bandit had dropped from one of the barrages of gunfire, "Take this for now, let your arm recover, once we get to Rostok we can have it healed properly. Also feel free take grab anything else you want." Rurik said before checking on others in the group.
Once the stalkers had picked over the remains they headed for the Duty barricade, the Duty members saluted Rurik as he approached.
"At ease." He said returning the salute. "Morak, take these stalkers on to the bar and report to the base, we'll be leaving shortly to see if we can hunt down this armored monster."
Watching as the group depart he turned to the guards at the barricade and briefed them on what had just transpired and to be wary of a possible counter attack. After gathering that the giant armored bear hadn't been seen, he left walking after the group, hoping they'd managed to avoid any trouble.
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Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Apr 7, 2011 15:22:09 GMT -5
"You were lucky it only scratched you. Take this for now, let your arm recover, once we get to Rostok we can have it healed properly. Also feel free take grab anything else you want."
The giant propped him up on his shambling feet, trying to persuade his panicking mind that he was alright. The scratch on his arm was so peevishly painful that he couldn't help but glance at it every other second. Clenching his teeth, he slowly stepped forward, groping the Beretta that Rurik so generously gave him. It was a good pistol, but nothing Boris had ever operated before. For the moment, he unzipped his ragged knapsack, holding his breath as the overwhelming stench of dog hair pierced his nostrils and tossed the pistol inside with the rest of his worldly possessions.
Instead, he picked up two shotgun cartridges that he must have dropped whilst fumbling with his shotgun. He couldn't spare to "loot" the bandits that ambushed them. Most of them had nothing but ragtag pistols. The only reasonable act right now would be to follow Rurik to Rostok, where he ought to try and sort himself out. Right now, the only things on his agenda were solitude and sleep.
They had reached the Rostok barricade, held by the same stalkers in black and red. Some salutations were made and Rurik soon departed from the group, leaving Boris alone to cope with the Duty members. For such an elite bunch they seemed very reserved, talking very little and only amongst themselves. Was this the perfect life for him? Joining Duty, protecting greenhorns and hunting bandits?
Nay. This was a life too rigid and uniform. Despite his potential choice, he would not forget what Duty did for him. In his mind were now burned the duties of Duty.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Apr 8, 2011 18:23:06 GMT -5
Morak saluted Rurik and went about fulfilling his orders. He was eager to get rid of the armored bear monstrosity, the soon they did the soon the Garbage would be ‘safe’ once again.
“All right,” he called out to the rookies, “ the worst of the trip is over, follow me Rostok is just ahead.”
They pasted the gate that closed of the Bar from the Garbage, the snow aiding them in avoiding any of the anomalies that dotted the road. Soon they entered Rostok without any trouble it seemed that someone had at long last taken care of the pack of Blind Dogs that had plagued the road for so long.
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