Role-play part 5

I joined the others towards the train platform. As soon as we reached there, I set my knapsack on the floor and sat, cross-legged.

 

I've entered a deep sleep and the nightmare started to kick in, i kept seeing the death of my teammate, Boris as well as my failure to protect my team, it haunted me to these very day, the nightmare was strange though; it wasn't like the others. I was in a place called Prospect Mira, either a station or an outpost i don't know, but there i met with some familiar face, my old team as well as some other who i never met, then i started to hear whispers saying, "Go...help them...they need you..." then i suddenly woke up. And Raven was looking straight at me.
"-Vlad, you ok?"
"-Yes, just another nightmare, but this was different."
"-How come?"
"-You remember when i told you about some of my nightmares that happened, this is similar to those."
"-What did you see?"
"-I was in a place called Prospect Mira and there i met my old team, the one i told you about, i also heard whispers telling me that: They need me"
"-Ah, i see, i know where that place is, but it's too dangerous for me to go there too many people know me, but you can go there by yourself, i can instruct a train cart driver to take you there it's not far."
"-Are you sure? Can you handle yourself from here?"
"-Haha, you know me, i have been through worse, don't worry, common lets get you geared."
"-Ok, thanks."
"-Don't mention it, brother."
Both me and Raven went to the smith, he was a good friend of ravens and decided to give me an armor and weapons that was made by our family, heirlooms, but he had it nowhere to keep it so he gave it to the smith.
We arrived there and Andrey The Smith(cuz i can name him like that xD) greeted us both and started talking with Raven, i looked around to make sure the area is clear.
Raven turned to me and said to follow Andrey, he led us into his smithy where he showed me the armor, I have never seen anything like that before, Raven told me that it is a prototype armor that was developed before the nukes but never finished. He told me that it acts like a normal armor but more stealthy and has much more spacious and can help me survive in radioactive areas as well as the surface.
I put the armor on, it felt really comfortable and lightweight.
Lastly he gave me some weapons and equipment to go along the way. First a gasmask, it looked really good and he told me it's one of the best, a small battery charger, a flashligh an old-era AK-47 that has survived, with a silencer and improved iron sights, a Makarov pistol as well as ammo to go with both of them, and lastly a dog tag, it had my name on it.
"-Keep these things like your life depended on them, you will need em, now lets go to the train station."
We walked to the train station silently, none of us said a word, there i embarked on a cart which Raven paid for, i said my goodbyes to him and promised i will be back.
"-Goodbye Raven, we will meet again soon, don't get yourself killed because i dont whanna pick up the pieces."
"-Ye sure whatever, just get back in one piece will ya."
With a final wave of goodbye i was back in the Metro tunnel, it felt like home.
Next stop, Prospect Mira.

Ey guys u still heading to Prospect Mira right?
Also the armor would look like this, the guy in the front minus the Red Army stars
http://bestgamewallpapers.com/files/endwar/spetsnaz-guard-brigade.jpg

 

I think we're waiting at a Hanza station for a cart that'll take us to Prospekt Mira

 

Uhm... Darkbringer, I thought we are at Hanza? And the train that leaves in 15 minutes is going to Prospekt Mira?

 

You're right, I'll go change my post

 

guys, I'm gonna be up and down this next couple of weeks, so I'll write when I can. If I don't turn up, don't worry. they are just doing road works nearby and they are disrupting the internet cable conecction big time

*we finally made it to our train and I sat down with a heavy soul, like the weight of a thousand lives had taken residence in my heart. looking at the guys I could see the same weight in their eyes. we were all dog tired, but nothing that a few days rest at Prospekt wouldn't cure. I lit up a smoke and look at the group*

'nearly there now guys. just let's pray that we won't find any more nasties on our way' I said passing the tobacco pouch around and taking some brandy from my flask. 'help yourselves to some brandy as well if you want'

*with that Jet sat on my lap and I rested my tired back against the metal frame of the train carriage, strechting my legs in front of me and crossing one foot over the other*

 

The cart was pretty sturdy, a bit missh masshed with holes here and there but as long as it worked it was fine by me. My cart driver was an old man, with a long beard, his face was ancient, and his clothes where rundown, holes and patches, but he looked honest so i decided to talk to him a lilttle, its gonna take some time to get to Prospekt Mira.
"-So, mister, you feeling allright?"
The man started to stare at me, looking up and down examining me, he seemed reluctant to talk to me, my gear must have intimidated him but he opened his mouth in the end.
"-Yeah, i guess."
"-So, have you been a cart driver for a long time?"
"-.....you, could say so..."
He seemed reluctant to talk.
"...Whats you name kid?" he asked
"-My name, is Vlad."
"-Hmphh, that name, it's rare in these times, you know what it means?"
"-No, i don't."
"-It means, leader."
"-Leader? but i have failed as a leader many times..."
"-Maybe you think you have failed, maybe you did maybe you didn't, but it doesn't mean you are not one, a true leader is never born, it is made but you are more...accustomed to show leadership, maybe..."
The mans voice cut short when we heard nosalises, i took out my AK and readied myself in case of a fight.
"-No, it is not necessary, they won't hurt us."
I was not sure what to think when he told me what he just.
"-If i let my guard down they will kill us, you can't seriously say that."
"-Don't worry i know what i'm doing, just do it"
I put down my rifle, and the nosalises screams ended, dead silence, i looked back at the man, i was speechless, astonished of what just happened.
"-Who are you?"
"-Someone like you."
"-What is your name?"
"-My name...i don't know...people call me...Ghostwisper."
"-Okey...Ghostwisper."
We both fell in silence, not a single word was uttered untill we got close to Prospekt Mira.
The massive airlock opened and we proceeded inside with no incident.
I looked back at Ghostwisper to say my goodbyes.
"-Well...i don't know what to say either than farewell, ghostwisper."
"-Likewise, Vlad and remember what i said, also, the world is not exactly what it looks like, don't act on rash judgement, think before you act."
"-I will remember that, thank you."
I hopped off the cart onto the floor of the station and looked back at the man. He said some last words.
"-Good luck, Joker, you will need it."
And he went onward, he knew my nickname, even though i didn't tell him, who is this guy."
Okey guys, im at the Station waiting for ya.

 

I was sitting on the 3rd cart of the train heading to Kurskaya. Just slowly sitting relaxed with my warn out VSV on my lap and my bag on the floor. I was looking through the window but there was nothing to see. I remembered the train rides i used to go on every summer to visit my grandparents. They lived over 2 hours away from Moscow but i would do anything to visit them in the small town of Pustoshka. I considered it a paradise. The forrests. the lakes.. The dacha. every summer i would go there with my parents and enjoy the warm summer sun. All that stopped 20 years ago. When the bombs fell.

We approached The Hansa station of Paveletskaya and the driver announced it. A few people got off. A few people got on. I had my eye especially on a group of men and one female get on the wagon. I was sitting across the ile.

 

Hey aaron am i that guy that u sat next too? haha

 

I entered the train, following Dima, and kept my knapsack close to me. I looked around the train, a junkyard scrap heap filled with a shady set of characters 'How did they hitch a ride, anyway?' I asked myself. Well, it was true. they didn't seem like the law-abiding citizen type of folk... How ironic. Well, I still remember watching THAT movie.

 

I followed the others onto the train and sat down next to ragged old geezer who was lost in his private land of dreams. He was snoring and a string of drool slowly made its way down his chin. I looked around the train. Dima and Pyotr sat a further to the front of the train next to a dangerously-looking man. The other travellers on the train made me feel uneasy. They didn't look like the crowd one would like to hook up with.

 

*at last we left Hanza. Jet was asleep, snoring on my lap. I wish I could also get some sleep, but was still to pumped up from our little adventure, so I just let my eyes wander at the other travellers. my eyes fixed on a tall man who was staring at us. I just hoped he wouldn't try to start any trouble. slowly my hand moved to the butt of my Sig and rested there, ready to pull it out if anything came up*

 

A female looked at me uneasy and looked away. I noticed her take out her weapon. I examined the group a little more but then stopped, leaving myself to my own thoughts and messing around with my VSV. Sort of cleaning it.

 

As I followed the group into the cart, I had to lower my head not to bump it into the roof of the traincart. Being almost eight feet tall was not a positivity when you lived with roof constantly over your head. I could feel all the small men and the few small women in the cart staring at me as if I was some giant from an old legend. When I looked back at them, sweeping the cart with my eyes, they all looked away, back to what they were already doing.

I sat down in the back, behind everyone else in the group, and I noticed how Odessa looked uneasily at a stranger. We looked uneasily on everyone in the cart. I felt that the air was tense, as if it was filled with gas, just waiting for one man to light a lighter, exploding the whole cart.

 

As i finished messing around with my VSV a tall man seated himself in the back and the train departed. It was a slow train. With a 15 minute ride in between stations. I again looked at the group then moved my attention to the female and quitely asked, as if with a whisper, "where are you guys headed?" Then waited for a reply to come.

 

*I lifted my head at the sound of the strangers voice. no menace, no hostility coming from it, just a question from his lips as to where we were heading*

'Prospekt Mira' I answered in a neutral tone. 'and you?'

*after a second I gave myself a mental slap for forgetting my manners*

'forgive my rudness. I'm Odessa, and this here is my cat Jet' I said pointing at Jet's sleeping form. as I said this I extended my hand in a handshake to the stranger.

 

I shook Odessa's hand and continued, "my name is Zhenya. Im Heading to Prispect Mira too. " the train rumbled and shook. And the lights flickered. "What do you guys need to do at Mira?"