Stalker: The Peaceful Ending (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z0HWcttgrs&feature=related#normal)
THREAD MOOSIC
"So here I am, back in the saddle again... And perhaps, back for the rest of my days. Forever, we shall see. But forever, it shall be... "
"After all that has happened; all the bullshit, the killing, the murders, the corruption, I'm still trying to find a good outlook on life. Although, I've lost everything. But I will not let it get my down, I can't... For my last family, lies within the Military, and I will always be there for them."
"When I came to the Zone, so long ago, it was the Military who saved my life. It was them, who took me in, and helped me take vengeance on the scumbags who killed my brother. It was them, who saved me from the attacks of countless mutants, and nurtured me back to health. It was them, who have been there for me, in the hardest of times. It was them, who got me to the top of the Traders Union."
"I am here to help the Military, and will do so to the best of my ability. Even now, I still work hard to improve my trading techniques and mechanical skills. Working countless hours to increase my precision and skills in modifying weaponry, and armor. Working hours, with sweat and blood repairing the most battered of armor. Spending hours filing reports and documents affiliated with business, and for what? For my people, my friends. My real friends."
"The Military is my home, my true home. The Traders Union, is my second home."
"Whatever the Military needs, I will have it. Be it furnishings, guns, ammo, armor, suits, food, money, you name it. I will do whatever it takes to get it, and I'll make sure it gets here. I will make sure they arrive in the greatest of condition, no matter what the costs."
"I would like to thank every soldier of the Military that has been there for me. The soldiers who gave me a bed when nobody else would. The soldiers who put word in for my recommendations to traders, such as Sidorovich, and the Barkeep. The soldiers who gave me their last share of food when I had nothing. Yurdansky, for going through the trouble of delivering my goods to my only children. Mertz, for being there when my brothers died. Johnson, for being a funny guy and always cracking a good joke. And 'all' the others, for helping me."
"The Military is a team, and a team, we shall work as."
"I am here for you all, and I will not let you down."
*****
*Khaletskiy bears the standard EXO-Skeleton. He is a professional mechanic, modifying and repairing all forms of gear, and is a professional trader.*
*He bears blond hair; short and combed back. Hazel eyes, and many scars from various encounters.*
*****
"It was the Military, that took me in on my first days in the Zone. After rolling off the small KRAZ-257 Military truck. Carrying with me only a few thousand rubles, and buying my precious spot onto that truck itself."
"I was dropped off, years ago. Working for the *******.********.*******. The Deputy left me no means of transportation, and expect me to gain my foothold on my own. Though, I still serve my country proudly."
"They dropped me off, at the Western Checkpoint; the Cordon. There were two machine gun nests, a MI-HIND-32 helicopter on a helipad, and about forty units stationed at the checkpoint. I, was one of them. Perhaps it was destiny that would bring me here? Who knows."
*Khaletskiy would then begin his Trading Career in the Zone. He leaves for the other areas, and is attacked by a pack of mutated dogs, left with many wounds. He winds up in Military care, cared for by Nikolai Yurdansky, Krystal Mertz, and Travis Johnson.*
*After recovery, he would discover his brother; Dimitri, is killed by a group of expert mercenaries. Hired by unknown sources, and an unknown kill mission, this is what sparked Khaletskiy to begin his junior career as a Military Trader.*
*As time went on, he left, and became head of the Traders Union. Time goes by, bla bla bla, and he decides to leave the Traders Union, with many enemies*
*He re-joins the Military, working as an agent of the *.*.*, and is stationed in the checkpoint, as a Military Trader and Mechanic.*
*What lies on the road of success is unknown, but we all know, that success does not happen without friendship. Perhaps friendship is the greatest success in life? Time will tell for sure, but for now, we all have a bit of success.*
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"It came... It's finally arrived!"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Shipments.txt- OPEN*
"I've just received the .20mm Russian Anti Air and Infantry cannon. I'll need some help assembling it with the others. Hopefully, it's as good as the reviews say!"
"I also managed to get enough furnishing items to over-haul the checkpoint, hopefully we'll be able to rebuild the base itself. With time, we'll be able to overhaul the entire Military grounds completely. It will cost money, but it will be for the better. In the long run- although, it will save lives and further income. We'll no longer have to repair the pesky damages on the walls and surroundings, and it will be much safer overall for everyone."
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Shipments.txt- CLOSED"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Equipment.txt- OPEN*
"We just received a large, imported crate of American and European medical kits, as well as new NATO and off-brand weaponry, with ammo. Also received new suit and weapon modifying and repairal kits and tools. Other items include higher quality food, ammo, blankets, a CD/Tape/Vinyl Record player, and shower heads that attach to a hot-water tank, and garden hoses- with shampoo to boot! Hope you guys like V05 shampoo brand!"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Equipment.txt- CLOSED*
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"Whoa- ho- ho baby, does that steed give a kick!..."
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\CheckpointInfo.txt- OPEN*
"We managed to get the .20mm gun up and running after a day. And it's managed to be quit thee'-... 'kick', we need."
"I was assembling the base and hammer-pull, and a few other mechanics worked together to assemble the infrastructure of the guns housing. After we finished putting it together, like a..-a Lego set, we had to evaluate the condition of the gun."
"We captured a few wild boar, after painstakingly creating traps, with food to boot to trap them. We rounded them up in a small pit, and I had the honors of letting er' rip."
*He coughs, as he laughs at the thought it*
"Needless to say, those boar' did not stand a chance in Hell. The gun just-...just.... ripped them to pieces! It was insane. No doubt that this weapon will come in handy, especially since it's portable, and the ammo is cheap."
*He clears his throat, as he continues his train of thought*
"Ah yes, moving on..."
"The rest of the overhaul was a complete success. The showers are now running properly with hot water, and a shipment of shampoo to last a lifetime. The radio and communications area is up-linked, and monitored by all Ukraine Military branches, services, corps, agencies, and intelligence services."
"Furthermore, the kitchen are was also a blast. We had a good time cooking up a nice meal of roasted turkey in celebration of the new benefits. They let me be the one to cut the turkey, which is quite an honor..."
"The bunk area, lounge area, and gear station is all ready for use as well. No more will soldiers have to sit on their asses on the floor, breaking their backs! At least now they can sit on their asses comfortably!" *He laughs heartfully*.
"To close this up, the overhaul of the checkpoint was a complete success. There will be further additions in the future, but for now, this will suffice more than enough."
"PDA entry, out!"
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\CheckpointInfo.txt- CLOSED*
*He sighs.*
Cat Stevens - Morning has broken (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM#normal)
"Ahh, isn't the sound of music beautiful? Specially' Cat Stevens, love his music."
"There is nothing like a good song on a high quality stereo in the Zone, nothing like it. So soothing, so peaceful..."
"Anywho, my fellow soldiers seem to be enjoying the new records and CD's quite nicely. Many of them prefer CD's though, but some like the records. I got both for good measure!"
"Private Kazutchev really likes the Aerosmith album, "Toys in the Attic", can't blame em'. One of my favorite albums myself! I like the tracks 'Round and Round', and 'You see my cryin'; good stuff!"
"Anywho, I need to finish this up. Johnson needs his Beril patched up."
"Lachance, out!"
*He pockets the notepad and pen, keeping it safe.*
______________________
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\Stuff.txt- OPEN*
"Second .20mm arrived finally. We all worked together to get er' all up an' ready. Tested thoroughly before being stationed at the gate of the checkpoint. I can guarantee you, that no stalker would dare even start a fight at the checkpoint now. There is no way, and I mean 'no way', they will survive."
*He clears his throat*
"I fixed Johnson's Beril up; he was quite happy! I was happy with it myself. Was some of my better work."
"Moving on..."
"I managed to make a deal with a Stalker. He sold me an artifact, known as the 'Mamas Beads', in return I give him recommendations for some of my past honorary mercenaries. I told him of one...My most trusted merc'. A single mercenary that would guarantee the safety of anyone she protected. Her name; Marrisa Narazenko. An interesting merc', I must say. Saved my life a few times, and trusted with some of my most personal dealings."
"Anyways. I got the artifact, it's quite a beautiful piece. I'll have to donate it too the Ecologist Program for further investigation."
"And last, but not least. I've still got some turkey if anyone wants some. Just give me a chat."
"Lachance, out!
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\Stuff.txt- CLOSED*
*He tips his beret, fixing it properly. Tucking his shirt, and slipping on his Beril armor gently. He pockets his PDA, continuing his persue of an outside source for weaponry.*
_________________
*1800 hours, October 10, 2012, (Military Calendar)/ Chernobyl Western Cordon checkpoint #2. Chernobyl, Zone of Exclusion
"Stalkers detected at nine o' clock sharp! Pushkar, on the second turret! NOW!", Khaletskiy blared over his local radio.
"Major, sir. We have a group of four stalker nine o' clock, behind a large pile of boulders. No clear line of shit for a shoot-to-kill. Orders?
Major Kuznetsov ordered in his usual, serious manner, "You and Pushkar keep an eye on them. If you get even a slight shot at them, take it. And make no fuss. Whipe them out like the dogs they are."
"Y-Yes sir!", Khaletskiy replied nervously.
Major Kuznetsov blared over the Cordon Checkpoints megaphone system, "All units, present arms! I want all units on high alert;' no fuss!"
Kuznetsov stormed out of the radio-area at an extremely high pace. Confidently, he approached the units in their barracks, still getting ready.
Most of the Army soldiers were still putting on their Beril armor, and loading their AK's at a high speed. This was no longer a drill, causing them to double time it.
"All units, stand firm!", Kuznetsov ordered.
The soldiers stood firmly, saluting him. All of them geared and ready to go straight into a war feet first.
He nodded, "For Ukraine, for her people. For her security! For our last, final dying breath!"
The soldiers repeated proudfully, and with honor. They cupped their hands behind their back; the usual Army stance.
"All units, to the barricades. NOW! And double time it!"
They begun to storm out of the barracks. The Captain, the lieutenants, the warrant officers, the sergeants, all the way down to the privates; they stormed out, one by one, in a typical military fashion.
The 25 soldiers took up positions on the multiple barricades around the checkpoint, eyeing the rocks slowly. They all knew what to expect, and what dangers they could encounter from mere stalkers.
Khaletskiy noticed one of the stalkers, as he was trying to make a run for the other side. He tripped, due to fear a few times, and almost dropped his AK.
Pushkar was nervous, very nervous. His hands were shaking, and trembling on the cannon.
"K-Khaletskiy, you take this guy!"
The stalker begun to open fire on the checkpoint, bullets blazing from his AK-74-U. The bullets came not even a few meters close to hitting the checkpoint. Typical for a newbie stalker.
"Stalker detected, open fire!"
Khaletskiy sighted in on the lone wolf, only taking a few seconds. The man stood there, still shooting...
Seconds later, the trigger on the 20mm was pulled. Hundreds of rounds begun to pour from the cannon, tearing the stalker to pieces. He fell dead, instantly; his gun still in hand. He moved not a muscle. Scratch that, he barely had any muscle left after that.
The mutants from the hills a few hundred meters away begun to eye the body. Pseudo-dogs, blind-dogs, boars, and fleshies all stared at it. Something spooked them, causing to run away at an extremely fast pace. Was it the sight of the dozens upon dozens of Army units at the checkpoint? Who knows, but something did spook them for sure.
After the mutants dashed off, the Cordon was completely quiet. There was not a voice. No music playing in the small village near Sidorovich's bunker, no sound from the checkpoint, or the other stalkers. It was a day of violence, leaving one dead.
The stalkers begun to drop there weapons. One dropped an AK-74-U, the other two dropping AK-74-M's. They raised their hands, and slowly begun to walk out from behind the boulders.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!", the Major ordered. There was not a single finger on any of the Army weapons.
Kuznetsov leaned his downward to his shoulder radio, keeping his eyes closely focused on the stalkers, "Let them go... It is not there time to die, yet. They may be scum, but they've seen enough for today. Hopefully, they will never come back..."
Kuznetsov shouted over the radios, "All units, dismissed!"
Pushkar dashed down the stares of the pill-box, running straight past Kusnetsov.
Khaletskiy pulled himself from the cannons seat, leaving a mark on it. He begun to think to himself..., "It's amazing, really. How it was me, the stalkers greatest ally. Now it is me, their greatest enemy. It's an odd feeling, but it is satisfying. But there is no going back for me... This is my home, and it always will be."
Khaletskiy begun to walk down the stares, brushing past Kusnetsov with a firm nod.
"Khaletskiy, come here.", he said with a confident tone.
"How are you holding up?"
He saluted, "Fine si-", Kusnetsov cut him off.
"At easier, soldier."
"F-...Fine sir. Just fine. It was weird, though. It felt really different..."
"That's to be expected. Your first kill, especially when coming from being a lone trader, is going to feel weird. It feels weird for all of us, and it felt odd for me myself."
Khaletskiy slowly took his beret off his head. It bared the star of the Ukraine Military. A real piece of work the hat is. Custom made, and professionally tailored by Khaletskiy in his private time.
"Thank you for the reassurance, sir. I'll remember that."
"Good, good.", he replied politely. "Khaletskiy, come with me, please. We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need your help. My Beril, yet again, seems to be falling apart. Could you be a pal', and re-bolt the armored kevlar plates for me? I'd well appreciate it, soldier."
"Anything, Major. Anything.", he replied in delight.
"Good, good. Dismissed. Meet me at 2000 hours. We've got work to do."
"DISMISSED!", he replied in a shouting, but generous tone.
"Sir, yes sir!", Khaletskiy saluted Kusnetsov, and begun to walk to his quarters, to prepare his gear. He only had half an hour to get his equipment ready for the project.
Kusnetsov saluted him, with a grin on his face. Kusnetsov knew he has turned Khaletskiy into a real soldier. A real, fighting machine. And at the same time, Khaletskiy turned himself into one of the greatest traders and mechanics the Zone has ever been graced with.
*END*
*Kusnetsov has turned Khaletskiy into a chiseled, bold, and daring man. His rigorous private training, and dreadful free-weights lessons have turned Khaletskiy into a body of steel and will. His urge to go on, and never give up on his tasks has earned him a reputation to be reckoned with.*
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Im a Morronic idiot
Isnt that a bit rough said to someone who spent time to make something for your Enjoyment?
Mr.Tea never speak for others. If you don't care then keep yourself shut and don't waste your time on writting it?
Also good work with your sucha called speech XD .
Wow Bagelz, this is amazing , REALLY amazingly written.
Really really good :D
Very well written mate.
Always a pleasure to read your stuff :)
"lol we gets free wepunz?" Anyways, I have to agree Bagelz is great at making IC posts.
Hehe... Very funny... No!!!
"It came... It's finally arrived!"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Shipments.txt- OPEN*
"I've just received the .20mm Russian Anti Air and Infantry cannon. I'll need some help assembling it with the others. Hopefully, it's as good as the reviews say!"
"I also managed to get enough furnishing items to over-haul the checkpoint, hopefully we'll be able to rebuild the base itself. With time, we'll be able to overhaul the entire Military grounds completely. It will cost money, but it will be for the better. In the long run- although, it will save lives and further income. We'll no longer have to repair the pesky damages on the walls and surroundings, and it will be much safer overall for everyone."
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Shipments.txt- CLOSED"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Equipment.txt- OPEN*
"We just received a large, imported crate of American and European medical kits, as well as new NATO and off-brand weaponry, with ammo. Also received new suit and weapon modifying and repairal kits and tools. Other items include higher quality food, ammo, blankets, a CD/Tape/Vinyl Record player, and shower heads that attach to a hot-water tank, and garden hoses- with shampoo to boot! Hope you guys like V05 shampoo brand!"
*PDA- 10/6/2012. C:\Public\logs\Equipment.txt- CLOSED*
Quote from: Bagelz on 06-10-2009"Hope you guys like V05 shampoo brand!"
You know what's REALLY sad? I've never owned VO5, or took note of it really, and I IMMEDIATELY knew it was an alberto product.
Fuck my life, I hate working with shampoo.
Also nice post(s), they sound like they are actually coming from some one, and not just words typed out.
also nice PDA headers and footers. Never had a PDA, don't know how they work.
"Whoa- ho- ho baby, does that steed give a kick!..."
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\CheckpointInfo.txt- OPEN*
"We managed to get the .20mm gun up and running after a day. And it's managed to be quit thee'-... 'kick', we need."
"I was assembling the base and hammer-pull, and a few other mechanics worked together to assemble the infrastructure of the guns housing. After we finished putting it together, like a..-a Lego set, we had to evaluate the condition of the gun."
"We captured a few wild boar, after painstakingly creating traps, with food to boot to trap them. We rounded them up in a small pit, and I had the honors of letting er' rip."
*He coughs, as he laughs at the thought it*
"Needless to say, those boar' did not stand a chance in Hell. The gun just-...just.... ripped them to pieces! It was insane. No doubt that this weapon will come in handy, especially since it's portable, and the ammo is cheap."
*He clears his throat, as he continues his train of thought*
"Ah yes, moving on..."
"The rest of the overhaul was a complete success. The showers are now running properly with hot water, and a shipment of shampoo to last a lifetime. The radio and communications area is up-linked, and monitored by all Ukraine Military branches, services, corps, agencies, and intelligence services."
"Furthermore, the kitchen are was also a blast. We had a good time cooking up a nice meal of roasted turkey in celebration of the new benefits. They let me be the one to cut the turkey, which is quite an honor..."
"The bunk area, lounge area, and gear station is all ready for use as well. No more will soldiers have to sit on their asses on the floor, breaking their backs! At least now they can sit on their asses comfortably!" *He laughs heartfully*.
"To close this up, the overhaul of the checkpoint was a complete success. There will be further additions in the future, but for now, this will suffice more than enough."
"PDA entry, out!"
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\CheckpointInfo.txt- CLOSED*
*He sighs.*
Cat Stevens - Morning has broken (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM#normal)
"Ahh, isn't the sound of music beautiful? Specially' Cat Stevens, love his music."
"There is nothing like a good song on a high quality stereo in the Zone, nothing like it. So soothing, so peaceful..."
"Anywho, my fellow soldiers seem to be enjoying the new records and CD's quite nicely. Many of them prefer CD's though, but some like the records. I got both for good measure!"
"Private Kazutchev really likes the Aerosmith album, "Toys in the Attic", can't blame em'. One of my favorite albums myself! I like the tracks 'Round and Round', and 'You see my cryin'; good stuff!"
"Anywho, I need to finish this up. Johnson needs his Beril patched up."
"Lachance, out!"
*He pockets the notepad and pen, keeping it safe.*
Bagelz , you amuse me.
Very well written.
Kitchen ware for Krystal, lolz.
Quote from: Assassinator1097 on 08-10-2009
Kitchen ware for Krystal, lolz.
Die.
I make dah cakez though.
>_< ...
lol wut?
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\Stuff.txt- OPEN*
"Second .20mm arrived finally. We all worked together to get er' all up an' ready. Tested thoroughly before being stationed at the gate of the checkpoint. I can guarantee you, that no stalker would dare even start a fight at the checkpoint now. There is no way, and I mean 'no way', they will survive."
*He clears his throat*
"I fixed Johnson's Beril up; he was quite happy! I was happy with it myself. Was some of my better work."
"Moving on..."
"I managed to make a deal with a Stalker. He sold me an artifact, known as the 'Mamas Beads', in return I give him recommendations for some of my past honorary mercenaries. I told him of one...My most trusted merc'. A single mercenary that would guarantee the safety of anyone she protected. Her name; Marrisa Narazenko. An interesting merc', I must say. Saved my life a few times, and trusted with some of my most personal dealings."
"Anyways. I got the artifact, it's quite a beautiful piece. I'll have to donate it too the Ecologist Program for further investigation."
"And last, but not least. I've still got some turkey if anyone wants some. Just give me a chat."
"Lachance, out!
*PDA- 10/8/2012. C:\Public\logs\Stuff.txt- CLOSED*
*He tips his beret, fixing it properly. Tucking his shirt, and slipping on his Beril armor gently. He pockets his PDA, continuing his persue of an outside source for weaponry.*
:D
// .20mm would be very very very very very very tiny. Like smaller than an airsoft BB which is 6mm. I think you're getting caliber and mm confused. Both are the diameter of the round, one is in inches and one is in mm. You probbaly mean 20mm, although that round is not used for anything except NATO airplane cannons (Eastern Bloc uses 25mm and 30mm) so canonly it doesn't make much sense to be finding ammo for NATO planes.
Quote from: Paintcheck on 09-10-2009
// .20mm would be very very very very very very tiny. Like smaller than an airsoft BB which is 6mm. I think you're getting caliber and mm confused. Both are the diameter of the round, one is in inches and one is in mm. You probbaly mean 20mm, although that round is not used for anything except NATO airplane cannons (Eastern Bloc uses 25mm and 30mm) so canonly it doesn't make much sense to be finding ammo for NATO planes.
He was talking about 20mm actually. Not .20 mm.
// That's what I thought but every post has .20mm so...yeah
// He likes his 20mm ok?
If it's on an airplane, it must be epic. Fin.
*1800 hours, October 10, 2012, (Military Calendar)/ Chernobyl Western Cordon checkpoint #2. Chernobyl, Zone of Exclusion
"Stalkers detected at nine o' clock sharp! Pushkar, on the second turret! NOW!", Khaletskiy blared over his local radio.
"Major, sir. We have a group of four stalker nine o' clock, behind a large pile of boulders. No clear line of shit for a shoot-to-kill. Orders?
Major Kuznetsov ordered in his usual, serious manner, "You and Pushkar keep an eye on them. If you get even a slight shot at them, take it. And make no fuss. Whipe them out like the dogs they are."
"Y-Yes sir!", Khaletskiy replied nervously.
Major Kuznetsov blared over the Cordon Checkpoints megaphone system, "All units, present arms! I want all units on high alert;' no fuss!"
Kuznetsov stormed out of the radio-area at an extremely high pace. Confidently, he approached the units in their barracks, still getting ready.
Most of the Army soldiers were still putting on their Beril armor, and loading their AK's at a high speed. This was no longer a drill, causing them to double time it.
"All units, stand firm!", Kuznetsov ordered.
The soldiers stood firmly, saluting him. All of them geared and ready to go straight into a war feet first.
He nodded, "For Ukraine, for her people. For her security! For our last, final dying breath!"
The soldiers repeated proudfully, and with honor. They cupped their hands behind their back; the usual Army stance.
"All units, to the barricades. NOW! And double time it!"
They begun to storm out of the barracks. The Captain, the lieutenants, the warrant officers, the sergeants, all the way down to the privates; they stormed out, one by one, in a typical military fashion.
The 25 soldiers took up positions on the multiple barricades around the checkpoint, eyeing the rocks slowly. They all knew what to expect, and what dangers they could encounter from mere stalkers.
Khaletskiy noticed one of the stalkers, as he was trying to make a run for the other side. He tripped, due to fear a few times, and almost dropped his AK.
Pushkar was nervous, very nervous. His hands were shaking, and trembling on the cannon.
"K-Khaletskiy, you take this guy!"
The stalker begun to open fire on the checkpoint, bullets blazing from his AK-74-U. The bullets came not even a few meters close to hitting the checkpoint. Typical for a newbie stalker.
"Stalker detected, open fire!"
Khaletskiy sighted in on the lone wolf, only taking a few seconds. The man stood there, still shooting...
Seconds later, the trigger on the 20mm was pulled. Hundreds of rounds begun to pour from the cannon, tearing the stalker to pieces. He fell dead, instantly; his gun still in hand. He moved not a muscle. Scratch that, he barely had any muscle left after that.
The mutants from the hills a few hundred meters away begun to eye the body. Pseudo-dogs, blind-dogs, boars, and fleshies all stared at it. Something spooked them, causing to run away at an extremely fast pace. Was it the sight of the dozens upon dozens of Army units at the checkpoint? Who knows, but something did spook them for sure.
After the mutants dashed off, the Cordon was completely quiet. There was not a voice. No music playing in the small village near Sidorovich's bunker, no sound from the checkpoint, or the other stalkers. It was a day of violence, leaving one dead.
The stalkers begun to drop there weapons. One dropped an AK-74-U, the other two dropping AK-74-M's. They raised their hands, and slowly begun to walk out from behind the boulders.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!", the Major ordered. There was not a single finger on any of the Army weapons.
Kuznetsov leaned his downward to his shoulder radio, keeping his eyes closely focused on the stalkers, "Let them go... It is not there time to die, yet. They may be scum, but they've seen enough for today. Hopefully, they will never come back..."
Kuznetsov shouted over the radios, "All units, dismissed!"
Pushkar dashed down the stares of the pill-box, running straight past Kusnetsov.
Khaletskiy pulled himself from the cannons seat, leaving a mark on it. He begun to think to himself..., "It's amazing, really. How it was me, the stalkers greatest ally. Now it is me, their greatest enemy. It's an odd feeling, but it is satisfying. But there is no going back for me... This is my home, and it always will be."
Khaletskiy begun to walk down the stares, brushing past Kusnetsov with a firm nod.
"Khaletskiy, come here.", he said with a confident tone.
"How are you holding up?"
He saluted, "Fine si-", Kusnetsov cut him off.
"At easier, soldier."
"F-...Fine sir. Just fine. It was weird, though. It felt really different..."
"That's to be expected. Your first kill, especially when coming from being a lone trader, is going to feel weird. It feels weird for all of us, and it felt odd for me myself."
Khaletskiy slowly took his beret off his head. It bared the star of the Ukraine Military. A real piece of work the hat is. Custom made, and professionally tailored by Khaletskiy in his private time.
"Thank you for the reassurance, sir. I'll remember that."
"Good, good.", he replied politely. "Khaletskiy, come with me, please. We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need your help. My Beril, yet again, seems to be falling apart. Could you be a pal', and re-bolt the armored kevlar plates for me? I'd well appreciate it, soldier."
"Anything, Major. Anything.", he replied in delight.
"Good, good. Dismissed. Meet me at 2000 hours. We've got work to do."
"DISMISSED!", he replied in a shouting, but generous tone.
"Sir, yes sir!", Khaletskiy saluted Kusnetsov, and begun to walk to his quarters, to prepare his gear. He only had half an hour to get his equipment ready for the project.
Kusnetsov saluted him, with a grin on his face. Kusnetsov knew he has turned Khaletskiy into a real soldier. A real, fighting machine. And at the same time, Khaletskiy turned himself into one of the greatest traders and mechanics the Zone has ever been graced with.
*END*
*Kusnetsov has turned Khaletskiy into a chiseled, bold, and daring man. His rigorous private training, and dreadful free-weights lessons have turned Khaletskiy into a body of steel and will. His urge to go on, and never give up on his tasks has earned him a reputation to be reckoned with.*
*2000 hours, October 10, 2012, (Military Calendar)/ Chernobyl Western Cordon checkpoint #2. Chernobyl, Zone of Exclusion*
Khaletskiy was in his private quarters, built by a squad of out-of-the-zone Military Construction workers. A hefty price indeed. He rummaged through his work-table, looking for a upgraded Kevlar pad for Kusnetsov's armor.
The megaphone in the base began to blare, in a crackled manner; "Khaletskiy, report to the briefing room, please." Kusnetsov seemed to be in a pleasant mood, due to the tone of his voice.
Khaletskiy nodded to himself, thinking of what was to come. Was it a mission? Was it his armor? It had to be his armor, of course. But like all soldiers are taught, 'expected the unexpected. Never under-estimate the task at hand.'
Khaletskiy tipped his beret, to Mertz, fixing it in a confident manner. She seemed to be fiddling with her AK-U. Whatever it was she was doing, it seemed to be important. He chuckled slightly, knowing every soldier has a proud duty to serve. She chuckled back.
Khaletskiy proceeded to Kusnetsov's office, hands cupped behind his back. He proceed inward; door ajar. The door croaked lightly as he knocked on it twice. Kusnetsov nodded.
"Come in, come in! Sit down, please."
Khaletskiy seated himself, as did Kuznetsov. He held an American quarter in his hand, while Khaletskiy held his gear pack labeled 'Khaletskiy's stuff- DO NOT TOUCH'.
"Now now, Khaletskiy, we'll discuss this old ragged armor later. For now, there are more important matters to discuss."
"Like what, sir?"
He leans over from the leather chair, stretching his arm over his shoulder at ninety degrees, grabbing a folder. He hands it to Khaletskiy, with a nod in return.
He examines the folder. It contains many pictures of artifacts, and a rugged black-and-white photograph of an artifact. Labeled under it, it reads; 'Nickname: hunter'.
"That's the only part of the folder you need to be reading right now, Khaletskiy. Nothing else matters. That artifact, could be the turn of tides the Army needs. From what we have gathered from the ecologist's in Yantar, we believe that this artifact; this real piece of work, is able to in a sense 'hunt' other artifacts."
He clears his throat, adjusting his leg in a masculine fashion. He leans his hands on his lap.
"From the other information we have received, that artifact is extremely close. The only problem is, it is in the possesion of a group of stalkers that have a renown reputation to hate the Army; as do all stalkers. Fine by me, but that is where you come in, my friend."
"What would you have me do, sir?" He chuckles, knowing the Major is not a wholesomely serious person.
"Due to your past alliances with the stalkers, and your known reputation for them to ally themselves with you at all costs, I want you, and only you; to approach them, and try to swindle the artifact out of their possession."
Khaletskiy places his hand on his chin, thinking for a moment. He scratches the front medallion on the front of his beret in deep thought.
"Something wrong, Khaletskiy?"
"Oh, n-nothing... Just thinking about the artifact, and this little mission."
"Yes, well." He fixes his leg. "We 'need'- this artifact. It could be the turn of tides the Army needs, and I'm counting on you to bring it back to me safely, and in supreme condition."
"I'll have it done, sir. I will bring it back at all costs, no matter what happens. From what I understand, and what I've read, this is quite real-deal we need to bring the Army up to speed."
"It is, Khaletskiy. Now, no more fuss.", he orders strictly.
"Yes sir, I understand.", he nods with confidence.
"Deployment time, Major?"
"Deploy at 2250, Khaletskiy. I want you geared up-", he notices Khaletskiy in his full Beril armor and beret, custom Vintorez slinged behind his back.
"I want you...out of here, by 2250! Dismissed, soldier.", Kusnetsov orders briskly.
"Yes sir!", Khaletskiy nods with a smile, and a salute.
*END*
*The hunt for the artifact begins. The stalkers who possess this fine item are speculate to be located in the further areas of the Cordon. Under orders of Major Kusnetsov, all soldiers are to refrain fire on this group, and to be left alone until further notice. Time is of the essence here, and a prize is at stake. The smallest mistake could mean the largest disaster for the Ukraine Army."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbkQ99OxQJU&feature=related
1300 Hours, October 18, 2012, (Military Calendar), Checkpoint #2, Chernobyl.
Deployment: 01 Hours:24:Minutes:32 Seconds: (Lachance Clock Time), Hind Helicopter preparing for launch.
The helicopters massive rotor blade begun to spin, as did the tail-blade. The massive engine coming to life, causing a roar through the checkpoint. A roar so loud, it could cause permanent ear damage if not cared properly for. The ever increasing loudness of the 1600 horsepower engine caused the area around it to rumble. To stand near the helicopter without ear protection was a foolish act indeed.
Lachance sat in his seat near the exit-ramp, properly buckled in the leather and plastic seat. There were four others with him. Private Jobushie Doryusev, Private Jack Mc Chief, Private John Marcus, and Major Kuznetsov. All of them except Lachance wore the standard Beril PZD-9 Military Armor. Lachance was wearing the mix-hybrid of his SKAT-9 and EXO-Skeleton.
Kuznetsov called out in his typical booming voice, "How you kiddies you holdin' up?" There was no way you could not hear his voice.
They all replied in their usual manners, "Just fine, sir.", giving off a friendly salute.
"Gonna be a bumpy ride, hang tight. ETO is five!", the pilot called out.
They all nodded, acknowledging his order.
The sturdy, and well-built Russian HIND-32 Helicopter begun to take off from the landing pad. All units except Kuznetsov were buckled. He was standing to make sure nothing went wrong, and was the more traditional form of a commanding officer's position on the chopper.
"Lachance, listen to me, and listen to me good. When we touch down, I want you to evaluate our equipment, and make any adjustments you see fit. Make sure all their gear is in top shape, and is working as ordered."
"Sir, yes Sir!", Lachance shouted over the helicopters loud, booming engine.
The helicopter soared over the second checkpoint, then the first. It caused windows to rumble, soda cans to fall, and every soldier salutes the helicopter as it enters into the unknown of the Zone. It's only traditional when soldiers do so. To not do so, is an insult.
All the men on board peered out the side-view windows. From this height, you could easily see the glowing pockets of radiation and bright-as-ever anomalies bursting with discharges as the helicopter passed over them. It would be impossible not to see them, even at this distance.
The helicopter was west-bound, passing over the village further in. Sidorovich sprang from his seat, and ran up the bunkers steps outside, following the loud noise, causing a major commotion.
As the helicopter passed over his bunker, Sidorovich watched further as it did. I mean, how could you not hear it? The helicopter caused ears to pop, even at their standing. It was one of the HIND-32's flaws; it's noise.
Sidorovich watched the helicopter pass over, and Khaletskiy and two others did as well. They waved, and Sidorovich noticed. He waved back politely, and giving a joking salute to the chopper.
"God speed to dose' boys... May dey' return safely, and in von' piece.", Sidorovich noted as the helicopter dissapeared into the distance. He returned to his bunker, refreshed, knowing they'd be back to buy his usual goods.
The helicopter begun to pass over the Dark Valley area. A real, terrible area of the Zone, receiving some of the worst radiation and anomalies over the years. It's caused many deaths to everyone of the Zone, including the Military. It is where the base of multiple bandit and mercenary groups lie in wait for unsuspecting travelers, robbing them of their goods, and pride. Lab X-16 and old laboratories are also found here, underground.
The Dark Valley has also played a major role in the events of the Zone. About half a year ago, Strelok came to the Dark Valley on business relating to the Ecologist, and was said to be aiding Professor Sahkarov, and Professor Yurhov to investigate psy-anomaly-type brainwaves, supposedly. Nothing else is known, except he returned alive.
The helicopter passed over the Dark Valley, entering even more dangerous, and filth-ridden area. This area is unknown, and is currently unmapped.
"Alright boys. We've reached our destination. Dirt-time is six to seven minutes. Get your gear in play, and get your asses ready to fall out. The quicker you bitches move, the better."
"Sir, yes Sir!", the helicopter echoed with voices, saluting Major Kuznetsov. He returned the favor by nodding.
The pilot blared over the speakers of the helicopter, "Dirt-Time is three minutes. Hope you're-"
An explosion rings through the helicopters left side near the tail bloom, causing it to vibrate tremendously due to the pilot trying to recover balance and control.
"We're hit boys, we're hit! Suspect looks to be Freedom- is fleeing. Controls shot, rotors shot, can't-", the soldier barked over his radio system.
"Shit, shit, we've been hit again! PULL OUT! PULL OUT!"
A second explosion blasts through the belly of the helicopter, causing the fuselage to leak.
The second pilot responded, "I'm TRYING I-AM- TRYING! I can't get the fucking controls to work! Everything is shutting down, JESUS CHRIST! PULL OU-!"
An explosion occurs within the cock-pit, causing both pilots to die immediately from massive heat and impact. Major Kuznetsov was seated long ago, and buckled up in his safety harness.
"Get ready for impact! We're coming in way too fast!"
Private Mc. Chief grabbed Khaletskiys' shoulder, putting a tight grip on it. He looked at Khaletskiy.
"If I don't make it, and you make it, tell my friends at the checkpoint I'm in a better place now."
Khaletskiy nodded, without saying a word. The private was crying from fear. He stuffed a photo in Khaletskys backpack, without him noticing.
The helicopter hit a tall tree, causing the rotor blades to snap into a million small fragments and pieces. Next, the tail-blades were knocked off, causing the helicopter to lose all of its control.
The engine whirled, causing an extremely loud pitch from inside the hull. Fires flared, catching private Marcus and private Doryusev in the face, causing their skin to melt completely from the face. If it wasn't for the sudden thrust of the helicopter to cause their heads to collide into the hull, making their deaths painless, it would have been the worst days of their lives, having to suffer through death with melting, and charred skin.
The helicopter collided with the ground, sliding across the mud-tracked dirt. It must have been a sign from god, seeing as the engines did not explode. It was usually a guaranteed chance the engines explode in impact, causing the helicopters to melt in minutes. Perhaps that was the flaw of the HIND-32? Either way, it did not matter now.
The helicopter came to a halt, causing Kuznetsov and Khaletskiy to go unconscious. Kuznetsovs' heart fluttered, causing his body to go into a state of shock. Khaletskiy had slight internal bleeding, and trauma to the head, extending his unconsciousness further.
What happens to our survivors, is yet to be said. Will they escape the terrible, uncharted area of this part of the Zone? Will they suffer at the hands of mutants, and unknown entities of the Zone's unfortunate land? Time will tell, when our survivors come back to play.
*SOS SIGNAL 9011011901*
*TO: CHECKPOINT> DISTRESS SIGNAL STANDY.*
>SECURITY LOCK PRIORITY ALPHA ENGAGED>
>X-LACHANCE.1.0.--RADIO SIGNAL 98001.23.4.7
>-CHANNEL OPEN> VOICE ENABLED
"Jesus christ...anyone picking this up, respond."
"This is Assault Ship 410. Anyone read me? Respond!"
"Damnit... Our helicopter-down. Pilots dead. PILOTS ARE DEAD. Three dead. Major severely injured-."
"Major in Induced heavy sleep. Internal bleeding. Fractures. Concussions."
"Wounded myself. Slight internal bleeding. Suit saved life."
"We're not alone. Something else is here. They took two of the bodies. Most hideous things I've ever seen in my life. Currently raining. Fires on helicopter extinguished. Took cover within cockpit. Safe for now. Creatures are running around the woods."
"Anyone picking this up, these are my coordinates."
51'10'11' 13"N 30'14'58' 32"E
"Anyone, RESPON- Oh jesus they're coming back. Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit. They- they *he begins to cry* they're eating the privates body. What the- what the fuck! What is this? Oh man what the hell is this..."
>-Channel CLOSED> VOICE DISABLED
Halo Soundtrack - Flood theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyUiu_2jjP8&feature=related#normal)
The creatures banged on the helicopters tail bloom, causing an extremely loud sound as if metal was being torn straight from the hull.
The creatures let off the most hideous noises. Loud, seeping, gurgling moans and shrieks. They continued to bang on the hull, causing large dents.
Lachance let out not even a breath through his nose. In such sudden shock and fear, he could only hold his breath and shiver in fear. Just picturing what these creatures looked like caused a sudden tremble in him.
The creatures begun to walk away, as they became bored. Lachance peered out the cockpit in the dead of night, trying to catch a glimpse of the monstrous abominations.
And then, the one walked by the cockpit. It trembled on the ground, carrying the last privates body. Its body posed a figure so horrible, so horrific, it caused Lachance to grab his mouth and cover his head in fear. The creature leaked fluids, with a hint of black to them. It dropped flesh, releasing an odor so foul it caused Lachance to gag
Whatever these creatures were, they were not human. They seeked only for the dead, or the alive. What will happen to our survivors is unknown, but their fates may be locked in a battle of the races. It's quite obvious they would take none alive, and would alive take the dead for what they are.
:O
Zumbehz, I bet.
1500 hours, October 21, 2012, (Military Calendar)/ Chernobyl Far Western Area. Chernobyl, Zone of Exclusion *location unkown, possibly 200-300 miles west of the Zone*
*SOS SIGNAL 9011011901*
*TO: CHECKPOINT> DISTRESS SIGNAL STANDY.*
>SECURITY LOCK PRIORITY BETA ENGAGED>
>X-LACHANCE.1.1.--RADIO SIGNAL 98001.23.4.7
>-CHANNEL OPEN> VOICE ENABLED-> STANDBY *ON*
"This is Assault Ship 410. Does anyone copy?"
. . . Static hisses throughout the headset, causing him to lose hope.
"Does anyone respond? Please, we need immediate assistance."
"Kuznetsov has recovered. *Static* Injured- still healing. Operable condition."
"All bodies gone. Last two pilots *static* gone. The freaks took them all... Doryusev... Chief, Marcus, the pilots... Oh man *static* -do now."
"We're leaving the area now. Currently 1560 hours. Putting the SOS signal on repeat. Taking black-box."
"Kuznetsov, come ON, get everything ready."
"Watch your mouth, soldier.", Kuznetsov responded.
"Sir- I'm....sorry, but we need to move.", Lachance replied.
"Anyways. Assault-Ship 410 is down. I'm putting the SOS on repeat, if anyone wants to bother looking for us."
"Running low on food. No fuel. Low on ammo. Only carrying one PPSH and a M-16. Low on medkits, bandages, and overall motivation to continue."
"Moving on. Creatures are terrifying. They are not human, that's for sure. Too shocked to describe physical appearance. These things even scare the shit out of Kuznetsov..."
"Final message relayed. Might not make it. Assault-Ship 410, out!"
The two scurried from the ship, carrying their puny weapons and scarce backpacks. Not to mention carrying barely any motivation to continue, especially after the last accident a few hours ago.
"Lock and load, Lachance. We got work to do...."
"Yes sir!", he replied with a salute.
"Move your ass, soldier. We're having a bad day. Don't make it worse... MOVE YOUR ASS!"
"Sir, YES SIR!", he replied with a brisk salute and hauled the backpacks of equipment.
*SOS ALPHA-CHANNEL DISRUPTED*
*TO>UNKNOWN*
>SECURITY LOCKDOWN PRIORITY YELLOW ENGAGED- LOCKED>
>X.UNKOWN 1.1- NO RADIO SIGNAL>
>CHANNEL CLOSED- VOICE LOCKED> STANDBY *ON*
>REPEAT MODE *ON*> AMOUNT?=1000 *EXCEED MAXIMUM*> SENT
. . . . Lockdown initiated. Monitoring
The two jogged through the abandoned outskirts of the Zone. Passing old, foggy villages as they did.
Kuznetsov grew tired, due to his injuries and overall lack of energy due to being deprived of food. The two stopped at a small underground bunker they found 0200 hours later.
"Let's stop here. We'll look for food in a little bit. My ass is killing me from sitting in that stupid helicopter...", Kuznetsov said with a smart look on his face.
"No problem. I'll see what I can do.", Lachance remarked.
"Kuznetsov, you better take my suit. You need it more than I do, sir."
"Not a chance, Lachance. You'll be the one doing the work for now. I'll help in a bit."
"Yes-....sir.", Lachance replied slowly.
The two sat around the fire they had built around the bunker. It resembled Sidorovich's bunker with almost exact proportions and similarities.
What happens to our survivors, is yet to be determined. Their chances so far look good, but the tide of battle can turn at any moment.
Halo 3 ODST OST - Track 02 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlDEwRRWtoE&feature=related#normal)
Epic.
The creatures rushed the helicopter, positioned with the chin-gun pointing towards the creatures dashing at them, so it could cut them to pieces as they came over the ridge.
The creatures rush at the soldiers and Lachance, one by one, causing them to jump in fear once in awhile due to the creatures coming so close to them.
The soldiers fought well and hard, watching nervously as the disgusting things rushed at the squad pinned down in the field, covered in fog. From a few hundred meters away, the creatures could be seen dashing toward the Army units, so bent on taking them down, and converting them into the ravenous monsters.
The squad continuously cut them down to size, for the converted things they were. Gorey, spongy, puss-filled monsters, with the intention to bring down the Army units, and turn them into what they were as well.
The HIND's chin-gun continuously sprayed bullets in every direction, soldiers left and right of the chain-gun, but behemoth monsters and human-monsters alike charging at them, the chin-gun cutting them down to little bits of rotten flesh.
As the creatures rushed toward them, a few of them did manage to get past the HIND's massive destructive power, and once in awhile managed to strike at a few of the privates, injuring them badly. But like all Ukraine Army soldiers, they continued the brave battle that ensued.
The battle ensued for well over twenty minutes, before the last of them were cut down to size. Well over fourty corpses laid strewn about the ground, most of them missing massive chunks from their bodies, and missing limbs as well. The sight caused a few of the privates and a sergeant to gag, one of them puking. The stench of the bodies was overwhelming, and even the most normal of people would gag from the smell.
"What the hell is it Sarge?", private Haverson asked nervously, staring into the human-like creatures black, hollow eyes. The creature had no eyes to speak of, only hollow, blackened sockets.
"Private, I've seen a lot of crap, a lot of killing, and a 'LOT' of violence, but this is....I don't know what to say.", Sergeant Viktor replied. "From the looks of it...it 'was' once human...I mean, look at it!", Sergeant Viktor gawked with excitement. "It has arms, legs, ey-....well, had eyes. Whatever it is, Private, I don't like the looks of what's going on here. Could it be some form of infection?", Sergeant Viktor added.
"Beats the hell outta me, Sarge. Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't get up, that's for sure.", Private Harkins added.
"You said it, yeesh...."
* * *
Kuznetsov watched the group of soldiers from a hill out of sight, about two-hundred meters away, and watched as Khaletskiy stooped over a body, taking note of its distinct features. The eyes of the Private; Private Jobushey, rolled into the back of his head. This is one of the few creatures that still had eyes, and showed even more disgusting features than the other slain bodies.
His life flashed before him, memories so distant from his life, even they sprang back into motion. He could barely hear his own thoughts, as the creature stripped him of his memories, one by one.
Where was he? Was he even alive? Was he even human, anymore?
He couldn't speak. He couldn't control his own movements, except for the movements of his brain. The memories flashed before him, hundreds by the second. Mama baking fresh bread in the village, playing with old childhood friends, vacation on the beach, attending Ukraine Military School for training, and a memory of him barking orders at the privates as they used weighted push-ups.
Whatever he was, he sought for death. He wanted to die. and he could constantly hear the buzzing, droning sound buzz through his head. Where was he? What was wrong with him? He could constantly hear it in his head... It grew loud, louder, and louder by the minute, and would become quiet randomly.
He could hear it constantly in his head, "Kuznetsov, Vasilliev, Major. Service Number 98991-10197-VK"
"Kuznetsov, Vasilliev, Major. Service Number 98991-10197-VK", it constantly played in his head. Albeit raspy, and grainy, he could make it out perfectly. The image of the General of the Army awarding him the badge of justice, one of the greatest medals one can earn within the Ukraine Army.
Kuznetsov knew what had to be done. He had to end himself, put himself out of his misery. One last time it played.
"Kuznetsov, Vasilliev, Major. Service Number 98991-10197-VK"
* * *
As the soldiers begun to load up their supplies onto the chopper, they said nothing the entire time. They took their time to honor each fallen soldier, even though they were hideous, monstrous things, they took their sweet time to honor them, and retrieve their dog-tags.
The last of the dynamite had been placed, to create a massive explosion from a distance. C4 had been rigged next to it, to wipe the place clean of vermin, and allow them safe distance of the explosion.
As Khaletskiy begun to jump aboard, its as if an angel had told him Kuznetsov was coming.
"Hold up, fellas. I'll be back. I need to take care of some final business.", Khaletskiy shouted over his shoulder-radio.
He walked, slowly. So slow, as if time had slowed down for him. The helicopters rotor became a distant sputter, as he approached the area. Time was no longer of the essence.
Kuznetsov walked towards him, inch by inch, foot by foot. He was in so much pain, especially limping on two broken limbs, the creature inside him trying to force him to turn back, and run. But Kuznetsov was in control here, he had won this battle for now...
They finally stood in front of each other, the hideous stench of Kuznetsov spewed from him, causing Khaletskiy to gag. In respect, Khaletskiy simply did not. He was missing an eye, but the other still intact, blinking. It was still the green eye it had once been.
As they stared at each other, what was left of Kuznetsov, tried to speak. He managed to silence the creature within for a few minutes, breaking free of its mental and bodily controls.
Khaletskiy closed his eyes for a few moments.... The creature approached him, and what was left of Kuznetsov, extended his arms around Khaletskiy, giving him an extremely tight hug, the last he would ever feel. For Kuznetsov, and Khaletskiy. Khaletskiy gripped him back, and begun to cry silently.
The creature released him, and mouthed its final words....
"Kill.......M-me. Finish-", it came out raspy, and full of the green liquid the creature ejected into the bloodstream of the man, causing the voice to sound shrill and dead.
Lachance drew the special Fort-12 Kuznetsov had given to him from his holster. A special, fifteen round magazine extended pistol, innards modified to death, the Fort-15 prototype. A custom weapon Kuznetsov had given to Khaletskiy, in honor of finishing his Vanguard- esque training.
What was left of Kuznetsov closed his eyes, as did Khaletskiy. He drew the hammer back, causing the gun to make a 'chuk-chuk!' noise.
He aimed the pistol at the mans head, slowly. Hands trembling with sorrow, and pain. He looked down, tears running down his face, onto his blood-stained boots.
"Goodbye...", the man managed to croak out.
It flashed one more time before his eyes, "Kuznetsov, Vasilliev, Major. Service Number 98991-10197-VK"
The creature fell, with the trigger pulled. Kuznetsov fell, for the first time in his life.
He was in a better place now. A place of oceans, oasis's, jungles, what was essentially A heavenly body. He was accepted through the gates with pleasure. He was a good man, most of his life. He was never bent on violence, but only making true men out of people. Men that cared, and held respect for others.
It was the last time anyone would see Kuznetsov. May he rest in peace....Forever.
* * *
Khaletskiy borded the helicopter. He noticed most of the soldiers had their heads down, most of them crying. Like most men, they do not let other men observe their tears. But any normal person would shed tears over an incident like this.
The helicopter begun to take off from the make-shift landing pad. They came to a very good distance, miles away from the explosion site in a short ten minutes.
Khaletskiy flipped the panel, labeled, "CAUTION: USE AT OWN RISK: IMMEDIATE DANGER IMMINENT UPON USE".
The dynamite was dropped in a large, box-like cache hooked onto to bottom of the HIND, on a thick, steel rope, placed on the ground as the soldiers unloaded it, before taking off.
An explosion so loud, it caused a shock-wave to explode through the forest. After all, there was well over a ton of TNT dynamite. An explosion large enough to cause an average office building to crumble to its knees.
The helicopter roared through the area, not a single thing in sight. There was nothing left of this awful part of the Zone. There were no more mutants, no more people, buildings, nothing. The only thing left here were the spirits, but even they would not be here. They have carried over to the other side, in wherever area of the other-side they believe in.
The sun set over the cold Zone, the helicopter soaring through the air. Thirty-two men were lost that day, and even the bravest, heartiest of people would sorrow in this form of events... But they were avenged. Thirty-two soldiers dead, for the benefit of the world. These soldiers fought til' the end, making sure these creatures would never reach the outside world, or the inside of the Zone. It was the duty of them all, the entire Ukraine Army. Letting an infectious- carrier form like this escape would be drastic, and could well change the world.
This operation was a failure, like many of the Ukraine Army's conduction's. But sacrifices had to be made to ensure the safety of the world, even if the commanding officers knew of it beforehand.
As the helicopter continued, Lachance screamed at the top of his lungs....
"Fuck...FUCK.....FUUUUUUUCK!", the soldiers paid no attention to him. Nobody paid attention to anyone at this time, for there was too much despair... But the soldiers knew they would continue the battle against the Zone, for that, was their common goal. A hard battle was fought, with many losses. It was a victory that hardly counted, like many battles for the Ukraine Army.
* * *
Hours later, the helicopter landed at the Cordon checkpoint. Mertz, Johnson, Yurdansky, and many other soldiers stood cheering them, the soldiers stained with blood.
The soldiers walked on, ignoring all of them. Heads down, silent, and tears wheeping from their faces.
Lachance went to his barrack, and tucked himself into ball, head in his knees. Too many friends were lost, for a battle that mattered hardly...
"It's time....", he whispered.
* * * END * * *
Halo 3: ODST Original Soundtrack - Deference for Darkness (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw2sz-tqegU#normal)
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Very VERY good store my friend