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Post by spartacus on May 26, 2012 19:29:40 GMT -5
Radek stood with his arms behind his back, surrounded by hundreds of other devout followers, all systematically gazing up toward the Fuhrer's platform as he spoke with true conviction. "We have order! And unless we force this order and purity on the rest of the line, humanity is doomed to be ended by the civil strife the communists spread throughout the stations!"He stood in silence for a few seconds, gazing down at the crowd as they cheered. "We must prepare, my sons, for WAR! We must gather all the equipment and supplies we can in preparation for the final crusade! The Hansa WILL fall!"
"The red line WILL fall!"
"The weak and impudent independant confederations WILL heel to the call of the Fourth Reich!" The Fuhrer nodded, twisting about to leave the platform to the cheers of his soliders echoing behind him. Radek was delighted to find himself in the special training division at such a young age. He was 17, and this would be the deciding mission on his future. They were to head to Tvetnoi Bulva, a mostly unexplored station due to a mutant problem, however with a direct link to the Hanse line and farming community just north of it. As such, the Nazi's couldn't afford to leave such a strategic location free. They were, according to orders, to explore the station, map it, scavenge for any equipment and supplies, eliminating all resistance. If any people were living there, they were to either be convinced to join the Reich or, alternatively taken against their will if need be or executed on the spot. This did not trouble Radek who had been taught to execute by order from his early childhood. He didn't exactly find the prospect exciting or gratifying, but neither did he harbour regrets. As it was, he met up with 3 other members of his team. Vlad - The mapper. A talkative young man who would also have the job of convincing people to joint he Reich. He had a knack for speaking, although he did it far too often. Lev - A fairly strong willed, if somewhat stupid, soldier. He was the perfect grunt. Dimitri - A skilled hunter and tracker through the dank tunnels. Seemed to have a sense for when things were about to go wrong or when people are nearby. The team gathered, checking their basic weapons provided to their unique style before heading down the Metro, by foot, north up towards Tvetnoi Bulva. As they did so, Radek nodded a fare well to another detachment who would map and scout the route over the surface. OOC - If anyone wants to play as one of the 3 characters mentioned, please go ahead and do so, just say they'll be your one in the post. You can still play multiple characters such as yours and one of those.
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Post by quandry on May 30, 2012 3:53:32 GMT -5
Dmitri tugged on an empty dog collar between his hands. He echoed the words, "We have order", as the crowd around him squealed and screamed in ecstatic fervor. But soon that was all over. Then his true trial would begin.
His first trial, to Dimitri, had failed. Not terribly, but slightly. It was only a week or so before when they captured two anarchist traders-- smart anarchists, not rabid bandits, but sheep who refused and denied the shepard. They had been chased by giant rats, saved from one gruesome death only to find another.
They were brought to the surface during a stifling heat, tied to the post of death, wearing white tunics of death. Their belongings, personal, were burned infront of them; it was amazing how much art had been gathered, how many enticing and beautiful images were thrown together in a gruesome patch of infernal hatred. Hatred which burned in their eyes.
Dmitri considered playing fetch with the spine of one of their books with his dog, Sasha, but the problem was more-or-less the use of gas masks. He was rediculously lucky to find one that would work on an animal, and considered it the find of his youth. Now while the dog couldn't bite at anyone, it's great speed and strength was often enough to trample down a fleeing individual, and that's about all he needed.
Days passed, and the prisoners were whipped and tortured in numerous other days, still always on death-row. They were constantly reminded that once they seemed to break, they were going to kill them. And that was true enough. Dmitri was assigned to execute the boy of the two.
When the prisoners grew delirious, they were cut down. They thought the prisoners were not stupid enough to run off, so they were kept unbound; in any case, they were too injured to run compared to a lean and healthy Nazi. The old man was rabid, and as Dmitri was about to execute the boy, had attacked. Dmitri was hit from behind, and his prey ran off, ran like the wind.
Sasha immediately went after, and soon Dmitri himself was on his feet. But the boy was fast, and slipped through places; Sasha eventually caught up, and when she did, the boy was clever enough to club the mutt to death, until there was blood smeared all over the ground. But worse yet, there was something written in the blood, which further struck a nail into Dmitiri's chest; "Zapp".
It was horrible that his childhood companion was brutally beaten to death, that it was even more disguisting that the killer had the angst, the audacity to write his name in it's blood. But the worst part was how it made Dmitri feel weak. He was so weak, that he was tackled-- did not recover fast enough. His dog died-- he did not train it hard enough. He was outrun to the point where the boy killed his dog and spent time writing in it's blood-- that's where there was no mistake that Dmitri had to shape up.
It chipped him. It made him feel like he'd lost a part of his soul, to the point where he sobbed over the dogs dead body. But he remembered the need to stay strong. If he cried, he would show his hate towards everyone else by looking-- no, feeling weak. That would not save more Sasha's. That would destroy them.
Still, it bothered him to no end. His superiors had passed him off, but Dmitri did not. This would be it. The SKS Simonov's safety popped on, before he looked to Radek, who had been waving goodbye to a party going to the surface, "Radek," His steps remained aligned to everyone elses, "I feel good about this. I feel like there will be challenge, but nothing stop us. Do you think that is the best? No real resistence, but enough to give us good experience and display the Reich's power."
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Post by spartacus on May 30, 2012 6:09:39 GMT -5
Radek sniffed as he turned toward the tunnel with Dimitri, grinning as he listened. Dimitri had allways been a special boy, one not unlike himself who learnt from the past and used it to make himself stronger. Radek considerd him a friend, and given Radek's precarious social skills it was a rarity to find anyone Radek felt comfortable enough to call a friend.
"I think...." Radek began, carefully choosing his words, "..that we do this not for ourselves, but for the glory of the Reich, Dimitri. This will be more an excercise in our influence as soldiers as opposed to our combat training. It matters not if you're the best marksman in the world if you have no territory to call home."
In truth, he was slightly nervous but as usual, he refused to show it. He marched with the other 3 down the tunnel as music blared behind them singing of the glory of the Metro's future, an eons old song predicting this empires rise and now being given meaning and life here and now.
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Post by quandry on May 30, 2012 20:21:18 GMT -5
Dmitri pursed his lip, before walking a bit faster. He looked behind; the others had been moving slowly. The two were, mildly, alone if they could keep their voices down, "Radek," He laughed briefly, "Don't misread me like that! That goes without saying. And besides, it is less an exercise in our ability as soldiers and more as true, and loyal members of the Reich."
He shrugged up a bit, leaning towards Radek, while still walking, "But there is one problem, Radek. . .And I would normally not tell anyone, but I feel I must."
Breathing deeply, he did not want to admit a fault. But he couldn't help it, "I was assigned on the surface, to execute an Anarchist. . .and when I was about to, I had been tackled by another prisoner. . .He got away." Another deep breath, "He killed Sasha, wrote 'Zapp'-- Z-A-P-P -- in her blood. Radek, the boy who was not much older than ourselves, chipped me. Not physically, but mentally."
With a rub of his own head, he continued, "He'd been tied to the surface for two days, and he could still outrun me. Radek, it was to be more or less a trial, and I failed. . .They said I did not. Do me a favor, and make this mission a trial for me. I want to better serve the Reich, but I don't want to serve by being fed to the dogs."
A rat squeaked by, and he moved to normal distance between Radek, anticipating some sort of answer to his odd request.
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Post by spartacus on May 31, 2012 7:45:24 GMT -5
Radek chuckled at Dmitri's outburst, grinning as he agreed. "You know I do not mean it as such! But you also know my intentions." he winked to Dmitri, still grinning for a while as he marched on.
Ah the times when I were innocent and happy.
As Dmitri leaned in closer, Radek furrowed his bushy brow, listening to the tale. He had heard rumours of it before, but being so young, and in training, he had not time to dwell on it for long. He mulled over how to respond, how to make this a proper and right trial. He looked to Dmitri, evaluating him with his eyes as he gave him a nod.
"As much as we are friends, you realise if I make this a trial and you fail I will shoot you none the less?" he said darkly, eyeing Dmitri's reaction carefully.
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Post by quandry on May 31, 2012 12:29:13 GMT -5
Dmitri rose his eyebrows. Radek called him a friend. The air of awkwardness seemed to drift towards his partner, although Dmitri understood Radek's explanation nonetheless. But, atleast for him, it still remained queer and obvious, "I would rather you shoot me than my enemy," nearly rolling his eyes, "And I thought I was the only one in the Reich who considered another a friend. We must be careful Radek."
He paused, before reiterating, "You would be no friend if you did not kill me given my failure. You would be merciful if you simply shot me, and I suppose that is what you make it."
But it was now bizarre and wrong just thinking like that. He couldn't imagine Radek torturing him, making him walk on the dirt metro on bloody stumps, hanging him by the feet and burning him alive-- that was all out of the question. Just a shot the the face, preferably with a shotgun, and then it was all over.
Subtly, he wondered if that's what would really happen, before he shook his head. He wouldn't fail this trial anyhow. If anyone would die, it would be Lev for pulling a grenade without throwing it-- or Vlad for annoying an officer for far too long.
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Post by spartacus on Jun 2, 2012 16:03:35 GMT -5
Radek snorted once, grinning. I remember when I used to be able to smile. "We are allowed friends, Dmitri! So long as we are willing to put the Reich before them, the Generals and the Fuhrer himself will not stop that." Companionship between soldiers was only a strength, surely. They marched forward continueoly, nodding a few times as he licked his lips. "Very well," he finally said, "I'll be evaluating your progress throughout this mission. Do not fail us."As he said so, he glanced back toward the other two, having only brief experience with them during training, he had hoped Dmitri had worked with them before. "What can you tell me about those two?" who asked in a whsipered voice.
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Post by quandry on Jun 4, 2012 21:02:55 GMT -5
Dmitri shrugged and toyed with his rifle, "I know we're allowed to have friends. It's just easy for others to misunderstand, and that's the dangerous part. Those communists-- they're all forced to be friends, under one people. But of course, their friendship is fake and hollow. And everyone knows Hansa people don't have friends, they just scam-- friendship is a temporary act for them that they use to gain discounts or with reason to waste themselves away. It is important we do not strive towards either, and I don't think we'll have any difficulty at that. But others might--" He looked around. Perhaps he was growing paranoid. No, something just felt wrong. A squeak from a mouse somewhere, not a normal one, but an eerie one. Or maybe it was the pipes.
Radek threw a question at him, and he shrugged again, "I scarcely know them deeply, but we shared shifts once. No doubt Vlad is talking his ass off into the mindless depths of Lev's brain. The Vlad fellow, he's got a good charisma about him, always talking about the Reich-- but that's the problem, he just doesn't stop. And the other-- the other's a brute. Any words that aren't an order go right under his nose, over his head or through one side of the head and out the other. They both work hard though, which goes without saying, seeing how they're members of the Reich as well as us."
As they walked, he held his hand idly at his side, as if there were a leash attached to it; he had grown used to holding one as opposed to keep his hands to his side. A moment passed, before Dmitri noted, "I think I miss Sasha. She was a good dog."
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Post by spartacus on Jun 5, 2012 9:25:12 GMT -5
Radek chuckled at Dmitri's thoughts, allways one step ahead of any potential danger. He supposed he should agree if only to keep him calm and so he nodded, allowing him then to answer Radek's question. He nodded again, in his sef-inflicted habit, as he listened to Dmitri give his account of the pair. "So...a politician and a soldier. What a pair!" he chuckled loudly, causing the other two to glance up toward them. Vlad quickly let out a yell. "Hey, what's so funny? Did I say something? Is someone nearby? Did-" Radek tuned out the rest, shaking his head as he turned back to Dmitri, barely containing a grin. "I see what you mean," whispered Radek, "about the fact he does not know when to stop!"
Soon Vlad was talking away to Lev again who quickly unhinged the safety of his weapon with a loud cocking noise, giving Vlad a daring glare. For the first time since the journey begun, there was silence! In short order however, and almost predicted by the cocking of the weapon, a snarl echoed through the pipes. It seems they had company.
"Dmitri, take the centre with me! Vlad, to the left! Lev, to the right!" Radek commanded as he went down on one knee right in the middle of the old tracks, aiming his AK-47U down the dark tunnel ahead. There must be a side passage nearby they would have to clear out before they headed to Tvetnoi Bulva unless they wanted a Nosalis ambush from behind.
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