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Post by Διμι on Jan 18, 2010 15:16:55 GMT -5
Night is beginning to fall as you approach the entrance of an abandoned granary. Suddenly, a voice orders you to stop. Two men in trench coats approach you.
The shorter one is grinning, although he's missing several teeth.
"Should we check his PDA? He looks like he's been traveling for a while... he wouldn't want to, oh I don't know, get robbed!? We should, y' know, give 'im some protection... you wouldn't want anything happening to you, now would you?" he says, speaking more to his companion than you.
The taller one shakes his head, his hood falling off, revealing what at first looks like a raccoon on his head but you quickly recognize is a bad toupee.
"The boss says he's clean, so he's clean. Let him in."
He turns to you, his one-eyed gaze more apparent, "Look, you. If I hear a peep from in there, I'll be the one putting you on that tree. Just a little peep." The shorter bandit gestures to an old, tall willow. Several bodies are hanging from it, one of which reminds you of the zombies from the Cordon. You shudder and enter the base silently.
You enter the main building cautiously. Inside, you see bandits doing what they do best - drinking and gambling! You quickly spot the trader, a shady-looking man sitting in the corner, looking wary. He smirks at you and beckons with his knife. You shake off a drunk and approach his table.
"Well what were you waiting for, a "pretty please?" Are you looking to trade, or are you just going to look stupid? Listen, my prices ain't cheap... If you're not happy with them I'll have Pig over there," he points at the obese bandit next to the door, "show you the door... or even better; the tree! Now show me what you've got!"
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 28, 2010 22:49:24 GMT -5
"HEY!" Roared a bandit, nudging Rusty with his foot. "It's your turn at the barricade, now get up!" With that he kicked Rusty in the ribs. Raising slowly, cursing Rusty got up and stumbled over to trader.
Hey buddy gimme one of them sawn offs (TOZ-66 shotgun -1300 ru) and a grenade (RGD5 Grenade - 850 ru). [CHECK]
He walked back to locker grabbing food, drink and meds. Stuffed them into a backpack, pulled his lucky balaclava on. "I hope it's quiet again." On his way to The Garbage Rusty found a Slime artifact. "It is my my lucky day." He mused.
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Post by Karcentric on Feb 6, 2010 10:17:56 GMT -5
Charging into the Bandits base Rusty stopped to catch his breath, looking around no-one seemed to notice that he had came back, he jogs into the main hangout of the bandits and tries to explain the group coming from Cordon and that they could be ambushed. Most of them ignore Rusty, several agree to go with him.
Just as Rusty was about to leave he noticed a man he had not notice before, he was short compared most stalkers, also quite round despite the limited supply of food. He was holding a Flash artifact and starring into it almost in a trance. "Hey there." Rusty said shakily, there was something grim about this fellow. "We're heading to the barricade to set up an ambush, did you want to come as well?"
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Post by Stojespal on Feb 7, 2010 19:20:34 GMT -5
The squat little Tatar looked up from his Flash just after social mores dictate the time for response has passed. "I come. Barricade is not far by horse. On foot..." He let out a heavy sigh, stuffing the Flash into the saddlebag strapped over his shoulder. "I come."
Burilgi followed the much taller man (and "just" somewhat-taller other men) with a bowlegged swagger, having to break into a jog every so often to keep up. When not jogging, he could be seen to do two things: Alternately sipping from a bottle of vodka, and peeking into his saddlebag with a little giggle.
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Post by Karcentric on Feb 8, 2010 12:22:56 GMT -5
Rusty looked back occasionally he wasn't sure about this man, but decided that introducing himself couldn't hurt, "By the way, the names Rusty." he said, "I see you found an artifact too, I found this just this morning," he showed Burilgi the slime artifact the had found. "I don't really know what it is I'll probably end up selling it to the trader when we get back, but it's nice to look at, not as nice as yours."
The group approached the borders of DV and Garbage stopping for a breather.
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Post by Stojespal on Feb 8, 2010 18:19:33 GMT -5
The weathered cuman squinted up at the tall bugger, pushing his bag back defensively. "Burilgi," he replied curtly. The slippery-looking ball caught his eye for a moment, but then a dismissive wave of his hand. "Is bad luck. Mine bring..." One stubby hand slipped over the saddlebag's flap, as if he were afraid someone was reaching inside. "Is mine. Where do you find yours?" The quality of his linguistic skills were subpar, but confident; either he thought he was speaking well, or didn't care. Well, it could also be the vodka he was sipping at.
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Post by Karcentric on Feb 10, 2010 6:04:17 GMT -5
Rusty noted the way Burilgi reacted "I found mine nearby." Waving his hand in the direction. "Well Burilgi, we need to move out, you ready?"
((Continued in The Garbage))
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Post by Διμι on Feb 18, 2010 19:29:08 GMT -5
The stalker paused outside the compound's gate, making a hand signal to the bandit atop the tower. It was an unusual sight by any standard. The man wore a Sunrise suit typical of loners, not bandits. Nevertheless, the gate swung open.
He walked in, giving the two guards inside by the gate a nod, and continued directly for the main building. He climbed a set of stairs, going around a long catwalk before arriving to his destination. He knocked at the door of the office.
"Come in!" came from within. The stalker turned the doorknob, opening the door to reveal a squat bandit in a black trenchcoat. "You better have some good news this time" the bandit leader shook his finger at the man.
"Good and bad, Borov" said the Sunrise-clad stalker "bad news first: we have a traitor in our ranks," the informant began "a bandit-affiliated stalker apparently helped Duty kill six of our men yesterday. The good news is, we know who it is, since our agents have spotted him at the Bar in Rostok. It's Lutiy, the claimed ex-Freedom chap."
"Always thought there was something shady him," laughed Borov, "he was a vicious one, double-crossed absolutely everyone, from the looks of it. Did you say six men? Well, fuck." the bandit leader paused "make an announcement and put up fliers all over the base. I want Lutiy's head delivered to me on a platter."
"Understood." the informant replied. He had known Lutiy personally during his year-and-a-half stay in the Dark Valley base. There was one man that couldn't be trusted even by the bandits, and hence, had to be ridden of.
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Post by Karcentric on Mar 14, 2010 4:34:04 GMT -5
Rusty jogged all the way to the base, as he approached the base he slowed to a walk letting the stitch subside before talking to the boss. Rusty nodded to the guard as he passed the guard took a double look at him, "Hey didn't you go off to ambush someone?" He asked. Rusty nodded"Yeah that was me, why?" The guard smirked, "I heard the lot of you were killed. Betrayed by one of our own, Lutiy you met him right?" the guard asked "The boss has but a bounty on his head, you'd better get in there let him know your alive still." Giving him a pat on the back as Rusty pasted him.
Rusty walked to where his locker was, pulling it open he pulled his sweat covered balaclava off and wiped his face. Breathing slowly he put his pack his locker taking out his old AK and PM, slamming the locker he trudged over to the trader and put them on the counter. (Rusty sells AK-74/U - 900 and PM Makarov - 150, Total 1050ru) [CHECK]
Pocketing his extra cash he made his way up to the bosses room, Rusty had only been here once before, the day he accidentally stumbled into the Dark Valley hoping to make his fortunes. Stopping outside the door, he looked at it, he didn't know how Borov would react. Knocking on the door tentatively, he heard a voice grumble for him to enter. Stepping into the office, Rusty saw another man standing next to Borov wearing what looked like a stalker suit.
Rusty stood not sure what to say. "Erm, hello sir. I was with the group that was double crossed by Lutiy, me and another managed to avoid getting killed." He stammered, eyes glancing nervously around the room. Before he could continue there was another knock on the door...
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Post by Διμι on Mar 14, 2010 15:10:57 GMT -5
"Enter, dammit, all of ye!" Leon heard a gruff voice answer as he knocked. The mercenary walked in, looking around. Borov was sitting at his desk, addressing two men, one wearing a standard-issue jacket, and one a Sunrise model stalker suit.
"Someone need a stiff in short order?" he questioned, scrutinizing the three stalkers. "I could really care less about your rogue antics with each other, but as far as the money's concerned, I'm in" the older stalker added.
Borov motioned for the informant to leave, and the latter obediently exited. The man's abilities were too valuable for him to get involved in a life-threatening mission like this. The bandit leader turned to the remaining rookies. Perfect, h thought. The two men looked to be expendable if they failed to achieve their task. And even if they did, all the better!
"What I've been told," Borov began "is that Lutiy was spotted in the Duty base at Rostok before heading North with a large force of Dutiers and loners. Knowing Lutiy" he gave a slight chuckle "this won't last for long, and I suspect he's already killed off half of his colleagues" the fat man nodded to the other bandit "and is actively operating on his own. The man is very dangerous, as this fellow here knows." he nodded in the direction of the balaclava-clad bandit once more. "Essentially, all you two need to do is kill him, and deliver me the evidence. Seems an easy task, doesn't it?" the man gave a squeal of laughter.
"One hundred fifty grand." Leon stated flatly, "I'm not dragging my ass North to kill some expert backstabber for any less than that." He doubted the bandit leader would actually pay up, but by the time he returned, he reasoned he would have a big enough gun to convince him otherwise.
"We have a deal, my friend!" Borov laughed "I assume you two can get your own gear in the process, so off you go. I'll be awaiting your return." The bandit evidently didn't expect the two to return from their journey alive.
Leon motioned for the other bandit to leave, and walked out the door. "Alright," he addressed the man in the balaclava "What's your name, who is this guy, and how hard do you think he's going to be to kill?" The bandit didn't look particularly experienced, but having the man alongside him while trying to kill Lutiy would be better than duking it out on his own, the mercenary reasoned.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Mar 14, 2010 19:44:12 GMT -5
Rodent opened his eyes, "Ooh, my aching head!" he muttered. Pushing himself up he looked around, he was in a cell, with rust covered bars, the cell was in a large room with brick walls. There was a window high up on one of the walls, This must be a basement, he thought. In one corner, he saw a bandit slumped over in a chair, snoring loudly with a bottle of vodka in his hand. Next to the chair was all of Rodent's gear. Standing up, he walked over to the cell door, it was locked in place with an old padlock, and a large one at that. I need something to pick it with.., he thought, and started to walk around his cell. There were a few empty vodka bottles and an old can. Part of the wall had started to crumble, and part of the mortar and chicken wire base was showing.
Ah ha! Just what I needed! Grabbing hold of a protruding piece of wire, he pulled. Once he had a long enough piece he broke it off, then broke that piece in half. Hurrying back to the door, he reached through the bars, and started jimmying the lock.
CLICK
"Success!" he whispered, and slowly pushed the door open. Creeping over to the sleeping bandit, he picked up an old board and struck the man on the head with it, knocking him unconscious. Rodent quickly changed into the man's bandit jacket, and clothed the unconscious bandit in his old clothes. He then dragged the man into the cell and locked it. Grabbing up his weapons, he walked out through the doorway and looked down the hall.
The hallway stretched down aways before reaching a concrete staircase, doorways lined either side of the corridor. Guns drawn, Rodent quietly made his way down the hall, until he came to a door similar to the one on his cell, it was locked as well. Peering through the bars, Rodent inhaled sharply. Racks upon Racks of MP5s and Sawed-offs lined the walls, there were several tables pushed up against one of the walls, all covered with various sidearms, ammunition, and grenades. Rodent tried to ignore it and keep going, he really did, but the temptation was too great. Pulling the wire from his pocket, he started on the lock. This one proved to be more difficult to pick. Sweat began dripping down from his forehead. "Come on..Come on.." he muttered. All of a sudden, Rodent heard someone moving in a nearby room. A bandit walked out, "Ivan, what the fuck are you doing out here? You should be...Wait a minute, you're not.." The bandit never got to finish his sentence. Right as he had started to talk, Rodent had successfully picked the lock, dropping the wire he turned around and drew his knife, stabbing it into the man's throat.
Hurrying into the armory, he walked over to the table, grabbed a few grenades, a shotgun off the rack, and a PB/6P9 from one of the tables. Stuffing his loot into his pack, he ran out not bothering to close the door behind him. Just as he was about to reach the staircase, a bandit walked out of one of the rooms, seeing his comrade dead and Rodent walking towards the staircase.
"Help! Help!" the bandit shouted, "We have an intruder!"
"SHIT!" Rodent swore, and sprinted up the staircase, reaching the second floor, he turned left, and ran straight into two bandits and a man he couldn't place, armed with an old rifle. He was barely taller than Rodent, but much more heavily built. Falling backwards he shouted "Nicht schießen!" completely unaware that he had lapsed into his native language.
Loot: x1 TOZ-66, x1 PB/6P9, x2 RGD-5 grenades, x1 Bandit Jacket.
[CHECK]
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Post by Basil on Mar 14, 2010 20:02:16 GMT -5
"All righty, gents, time to get rolling again", said Dodge, as he grabbed the battered dice again. Duke was once again playing dice with Dodge in the old factory's garage building.
"-Pass me the dice you pussy", said Duke, a cigarette clenched between his teeth and his eyes slightly widened from gambler's rush and alcohol. This time around, he wouldn't lose, and this time around he'd win enough to pay his debts off.
"-Rolling", said Dodge as he threw the dice onto the improvised table, an old sign with faded Cyrillic letters painted on it. The dice bounced off an old cigarette butt and came to rest near an empty bottle of vodka. An eleven.
"-Okay, pass me the dice", said Duke, almost snatching the little cubes of plastic from the table's surface. He shook them between his hands almost feverishly before throwing the dice onto the table. The dice rolled and struck another empty bottle of vodka, one of them leaaving the table and rolling under a nearby rusting APC. Duke and Dodge swore loudly and profusely at the dice, cursing their creators and the man who had sold them to the man who brought them to the Zone. The latter was also cursed.
"Fuck man, this is a fucking tragedy!", said Duke, his cigarette still clenched between his teeth, "what the fuck're we going to do?"
"-I don't know, man", said Dodge, scratching his head.
Duke turned towards one of the "lesser bandits" and, drawing his Makarov, shouted:
"Oi! You! You worthless ballsack! Get us our dice back or I'll blow your brains out!"
The young bandit complied, being one of Duke's preferred victims, and crawled under the APC, scrabbling around to retrieve the dice.
"-What day are we today anyway", said Dodge, turning to Duke, "Saturday?"
"-Y'know, it feels more like Sunday", said Duke, shaking his head slowly, "Sunday is Debt Day, and Debt Day means Possibility of Getting Sodomised by a Deranged Money Lender."
"-Sodomised? Whoa, harsh."
"-Yes. Life is fucking hard, I burn money too fast and our money lender is a fucking pervert and homosexual."
Suddenly, someone shouted from within the building that was the bandit's base. Duke and Dodge looked at each other again.
"-An alert? Does that mean the prisoners are escaping again?"
"Damn right partner", said Duke, dashing off to where the commotion was coming from, "and we're going to have to slam down on those fucking pack rats like a bunch of bricks!"
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Post by Διμι on Mar 14, 2010 21:07:12 GMT -5
Before Leon could hear Rusty's answer, a scrawny man bolted out from a corridor to the right, colliding bodily with the mercenary's frame. The intruder was dressed in a black reinforced jacket like all of the bandits, and carried an inordinate amount of weaponry on him.
The man shouted a curse in German as bounced off, falling to the ground. A second later, another bandit burst into the corridor yelling frantically about an intruder, his gun drawn. Two more bandits emerged from a side hallway, all converging on the escapee.
In precisely that moment, the door to Borov's office a few feet behind them burst open, the Bandit leader himself walking out, Abakan drawn. "What the fuck is going on out here!" he yipped at the six men in the hall "Don't tell me you've taken half a dozen steps outside my office and you have difficulties already!" he spat at Leon, who raised his hands in a bemused gesture.
The boss turned to the fallen intruder. "Who the hell is this guy?" he inquired "I don't recall ever seeing this one in the base before."
"He's a prisoner, a loner, to be precise" the bandit who had entered the room right after the escapee "he managed to pick the lock on his cell, kill one of ours, and steal half the weapons in the armory." The man drew his sidearm, aiming it for the man on the ground. "Don't worry, I'll dispose of the booger before he can do any more damage."
Borov gave a loud laugh "A monkey, murderer and thief all in one, and a loner at the same time?" he tilted his head, getting a clearer look at the man "I'll tell you, this guy would be ten times the bandit you and Ivan were!" he put his pudgy hand on the bandit's sidearm, lowering it. The man in the black trench coat knelt beside the escapee. "I'm letting you go," he said "and remember this as a generous gesture only for your abilities." Borov stood and looked around the room, "You!" he pointed to the bandit who had drawn his gun "back to the prisoner cellar! We don't need any more escapees gone wild. As for the rest of you," he pointed at the man wearing the balaclava, Leon, and the ex-prisoner "get the hell out of here! If I see any of you in the base within the next two weeks, I'll string you up on the tree myself. That goes for you two as well" he pointed at the last two bandits who had come in. "Just because!" With that, the bandit leader shouldered his weapon, and walked back into his office, slamming the door shut.
There was a moment of silence as the shocked loner, mercenary, and the four bandits recovered from their surprise. Finally, the bandit who had been guarding the cell turned towards the exit. "If I ever see you again," he seethed out of the corner of his mouth towards the loner "I'll put a bullet in your head myself." he ground out viciously before going back down the staircase.
"Well," Leon looked around at the wide-eyed faces around him "I guess that just about settles it. Good job by the way" he patted the loner on the ground "you just got all of us evicted from the base." he turned towards the exit "I've got a job to do," he said "if anyone wants to join in on that, feel free to join my group." he pointed at himself and Rusty. "As for now, I don't feel like becoming the next man hanging from that tree outside," he pointed to the willow "so I think I'll get out of here in the shortest time possible and suggest that all of you would do the same."
With that, he walked down the staircase and out the large open metal door into the courtyard of the base.
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Post by Karcentric on Mar 15, 2010 4:12:03 GMT -5
Rusty watched as the scene unfolded. He hurried after the merc, "Hey, I'm Rusty by the way." He said, "Are you sure you know what your facing? I not joking one of the guys that was with him was bigger than both of us combined, and fuck knows what sort of armor he had, but looked like he could of picked up a car without much effort." Rusty remembered his short friend at the Train Depot. "150,000 is a massive sum, you know the boss won't pay it, or more likely he'll pay it, wait for you to leave and shoot you in the head as you leave." Rusty warned
"How long have you been here? In the zone I mean?" He asked. Rusty realized he had left his pack in the locker room, "I'll meet past the gate, I gotta grab my bag, and pack my stuff into it. I'll be 30seconds." Sprinting into the locker room, he pulled open his locker and and dumped everything into the bag, not that there was that much to add but he figured he'd rather be prepared. Just before he ran out he saw two men, one was practically chewing the butt of the cigarette he had, walking in a rather comical manner, shrugging he turned and ran back to the waiting merc. "Alright, I'm ready, let's get the hell out of here before the boss starts taking pot shots at us for fun."
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Post by Basil on Mar 15, 2010 15:35:58 GMT -5
Duke quickly considered the options he had, options of which there were only two: get the hell out of Dodge (not out of the actual bandit called Dodge, fuck no!), or end up dangling from yon tree in the yard.
"Me? Hanged from some grubby tree in the middle of fucking nowhere? Fuck no, not today thank you kindly!", said Duke to himself as he grabbed Dodge's arm and dragged him off after the mercenary, "I'm a god-damn doctor in Journalism God damn it!"
There was no need for him or Dodge to get anything from anywhere since they had all their worldy possessions with them.
"Hold on there, tavaritch", said Duke, catching up with the merc and his bandit companion, my compadre and I also wish to come along on this frantic enterprise, for fear that we might get literally suspended, as in from a tree and by our neck, by our beloved boss."
The merc looked at them curiously. Dodge was clearly inebriated, and didn't have much of a clue of what was going on, whereas Duke looked like an overjoyed raccoon on crack. His cigarette had also broken in half and was hanging limply from between his teeth.
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