Roleplay part 6

^That made me laugh. :lol: Anyway, I think I'd rather just pick up my old character than create a new one. However, I think a change in name is appropriate. My character is now called "Volk", which is basically "Wolf" in Russian.

I found myself strolling along in a bustling station called Prospekt Mira. This is the territory of the Hanza, so you have to watch what you're saying here. It isn't anywhere near as bad as the oppression of the Red Line or the Fourth Reich, but it is still better to be careful rather than end up being kicked out in a manner of seconds (or even worse: with a hole through your skull). I was just walking past the entrance to a small bar, when I thought heard some familiar voices. I stopped and turned my head to look at the people sitting there...

 

Hey its good to have you back Bamul . Also i had another character after my "Boris" character died that i named Andrey. He was sort of a assassin and was hunting Von Streff (Steven) by orders of you(wolf). But when i decided to turn you in for the bounty (Wolf did not know that steven was a former nazi) you were gone. (Either dead or just missing). We got word about a group of Satatnist that raided the station before. And we decided to attack them. And Andrey hoped to gain info on Wolfs wearabouts. Then at the end of the Satanist mission Andrey was killed by a poisonous needle. And later i created Zhenya


Oh and a few questions. First of all how is Jet supposed to go on the surface? XD. does she have a gasmask for a cat lol. And i thought Tsvetnoi Bulvar was a destroyed station ? Or is it so we thought?

 

Yes, Jet is a mutant cat, able to breathe in the surface, however, she's not immune to demons (her biggest threat) and for that Odessa had a specially created collapsable duffel bag, made shortly after a detour into the library to hide from demons, with 'air vents' in which she climbs when they are out and know they might encounter demons. the duffel bag doubles as a pet-carrier and she's used to it, and for some reason, likes it. Tsvetnoi was destroyed, but part of it is still standing, where Glock is supposed to be, and accesible via service tunnel 134.

*I studied the map again and got thinking about my last trip on the surface. I remember I could see the sun trying to shine over the nuclear winter, but unseccesfully. Jet and I were foraging for supplies near the Library and had to take refuge there from a couple of determined demons who wanted to have cat stew for lunch. we spent a couple of hours there, and encountered a couple of librarians. I was ready to kill them but was low on ammo and filters, so I thought that would be the end of us, but for some reason, when they came at us, they stopped, looked at Jet and just like that turned tail. I didn't stop to question our good fortune but just got the hell out of there and managed to get back to the Metro safe and sound*

'right, night crossing it is, but then, may I suggest we go as soon as possible?' as I said that I heard Benji calling out to some-one I didn't recognised, but when he said his name it made me think if that was the one we had been looking for at the satanists lair.

'wasn't he dead? or perhaps he managed to escape? good for him to be able to do that' I said in a whisper, looking at the newcomer with a mixture of admiration and respect.

 

Actually, Skaara, I think that Russian bit is more or less right - but I'm still learning, so can't say for sure.

"Benjamin!" I walked up to the group confidently and shook Ghost's hand. "Didn't expect to meet you here - it has been a long time." Then I turned to Vlad: "Good to see you too, Joker!" I was introduced to their companions. All of them were strangers, so the group had obviously changed quite a bit since our travels together. Once I met all of them, I turned back to my friends and we exchanged the usual lines of dialogue that those who used to travel together in the metro were often accustomed to; asking about the current state of things and such. I had grown suspicious of people during my time in solitude, but I knew that I could trust these two and was very glad to meet them. The others... well, as soon as I saw someone slay a fascist like the beasts they are, my respect for them grew... but these lot had to earn my trust, and I was fairly sure that they also felt this way towards me. After all, we did not know each other at all.

I talked and drank together with the group for a few minutes, until I realized that someone was missing. Steven and Boris were not here. Of course, chances were that they had simply left the group ages ago, but I feared the worst and stubbornly asked about them. When I heard of the old ranger's death and the young sniper's disappearance, the feeling of sorrow overwhelmed me. I took off my ushanka and gave the fallen soldiers a few moments of silence. "It seems that wherever I go, death and suffering follow - be it mine or that of my friends..." As soon as the situation was getting awkward, Benjamin suggested if I wished to join them on their mission to kill a dangerous Nazi officer. I put my hat back on and replied to the suggestion: "Why, of course, comrade! After all, the last time I travelled with you bunch of misfits, I only ended up with a few broken ribs and a scarred body!" I laughed, putting in a bit of sarcasm in my statement in order to break up the gloomy atmosphere. "In any case, I have healed since then. It has been some time and I've fully recovered - ready to kick ass again." I smiled.

It seemed like I was extending an already lengthy period of preparation before the planned journey, and the team member named Odessa was getting anxious to go. She stood out among the other strangers, because of her female gender. Her accent and looks also suggested that she was not from Moscow and lived someplace else before the Great War of 2013. I was curious to see her skills in battle, as this was not the first armed woman I've seen - and I always admired women who broke stereotypes, stood up for themselves and showed us men how things should be done. Zhenya and Sergei were the medics, but the second one looked like he was a bit nervous - which was certainly what his manner of speech suggested. Pyotr was definitely the oldest member of the group, whilst Darkbringer and Dima looked like they packed some serious heat. All these newly made acquaintances would definitely make group travel interesting. I just hoped that none of them would ever think of betrayal, because too many people have stabbed me in the back in the past.

I did not want to delay the continuation of this journey any further, so I got all of my things and prepared myself for the task ahead.

 

As Benjamin went over the map a shadowy figure could be seen approaching us. For a moment I Grabbed the handle of my revolver until Benji put a familiar name to the figure. He stepped closer and let out a barrage of excited and comedic words to Benji who no doubt seemed to be an old friend. After a quick catch up with Benji this (supposedly dead but not really) character shook everyone's hands and sat down. I gave him no expression when he shook my hands only a short shake and firm grip. After the man settled down Ben finally gave the signal to move out under Odessa's lead.


As I stood up I noticed three men sitting across the bar at another table. At first I thought little of them. But with another glance I got more and more suspicious of them. All there heads were freshly shaved, no drinks or food on the table and no conversation could be heard from them. One would have to be an idiot not to see the signs for there true form. I nudged Benji "Don't look now but there are three men at the other end of the bar that aren't here for the booze. You guys go and I'll stay behind for a while and watch these guys from a distance. Wouldn't want Glock to know were coming right?".

 

As a man named "Volk" approached i greeted him and shook his hand. Then asked, "How do you know these gu," before i could finished i remembered i forgot to introduce myself. "Sorry, my name is Zhenya. Nice to meet you. I just got 'involved' with these guys yesterday evening," i laughed. "As i was saying how do you all know each other?" i looked at Volk as i sat back down.

 

I watched the newcomer with a sort of caution. Benji seemed to know him, though I was sure the man named 'Wolf' that now called himself Volk or Volf (goddamn young'uns can't pronounce for sh*t) was now dead. Or so Andrey had said.

As the friends reunited, I watched quietly, keeping to myself. Whoever this was, he seemed trustworthy, as I can see from Benji's reaction. I only hope this isn't some sort of trick against us, used by this... 'glock'. It is possible, though... Slowly, I felt for my stechkin pistol's grip, and held it closely, not tightly, though. Naturally. Like breathing.

"In'eed. If I remember, we were searching for... someone named Volk aswell, thoug if I remember, he was called Wolf, in english. Would you happen to be that person?"

 

*after the introductions were made, and after shaking Volk's hand, we got finally ready to depart. I had also noticed the three men sitting a few tables away, who were giving us glances from time to time. I was sure Glock would had send a back up to the thugs we had dealt with earlier. An idea formed in my head*

'well, I think, since we have new members in our group, perhaps a delay is in order, and I'm kind of tired, so if you excuse me, I'm gonna go and get some rest. I'll see you here in a couple of hours' I said out loud for the benefit of the thugs.

*without any preambule I got up, got my gear and headed in the oposite direction of where we were supposed to be going. I was just praying that the guys had realised what I was doing. no sooner I had left the group, two of the thugs got up and followed me. I hoped the guys would be close behind, otherwise, this would be a extremely short trip. I turned the corner, readied my Sig and waited*

 

Dima had already said he'd stay behind, and now Odessa got tired. I quickly understood what was going on. This was a good time to try to earn the respect of Volk, and I walked after Odessa, the thugs between her and me. The last guy would be no problem for the others to deal with. I couldn't walk around with my big rifle inside the station without attracting attention, so I drew my Desert Eagle from it's holster. Behind me I could hear the last big guy getting up, but I already knew he wasn't going to get far, so I didn't bother looking.

I was now speeding to catch up with the thugs, as Odessa had just turned a corner. The bald one noticed me, but it was too late for him. I gave him a quick and powerful left hand jab to the face, then quickly pulled him in, my left arm surrounding his troat. I then pointed the Desert Eagle at the other guy with my right hand. The second thug had also drawn his handgun, and we were now aiming at each other, making it look like a Wild West shootout. I just hoped Odessa had a trick up her sleeve.

 

dahksinol, I did not mean that my character changed his name in the play. I just wanted to change it now into Volk, as if it was always like that since it seemed more appropriate.

As we finished beating the fascist scum to a pulp (just like the good old times), I ran out of the bar to see what happened to the other two and if the rest of the group was alright. As soon as I got through the entrance and looked to my left, I noticed one of the rangers handling the thugs rather nicely and ending up in a stand-off with the last member of the Neo-Nazi spies. Odessa realized what was going on and began to make her way slowly back to Darkbringer, through the crowd, in order to not attract any more attention and sneak up on the armed hostile undetected. I was looking forward to seeing another member of the group in action so I could asses their skills for myself, but I could not risk it. What if she wouldn't make it in time? They could have shot each other at any moment...

I had to act, so I unsheathed my combat knife, grabbed it firmly in my right hand and - after a brief moment of thought - threw it full force in the direction of the man with the gun. Surprisingly enough, the blade landed straight in between his eyes; killing the bastard almost instantly. By now, the station's inhabitants showed interest in what was going on and a few screams of terror could be heard. I walked over to the body, took the knife out of its skull, wiped the blood off on the dead man's clothing and put it back in its sheath near my foot. "Good job, Dark - if you don't mind me calling you that." I said to the ranger, "We shouldn't have any problem with Prospekt Mira's authorities. After all, this is Hansa territory. These assholes know that Nazis aren't good for business. We just did this station a service... anyway, I think it's best if we return to the bar and see if there's anything left of the first idiot who planned to stalk us. Would be best if you knocked him out." I pointed to the disarmed thug that Darkbringer was holding by the neck.

 

After being saved by Volk's blade, I thanked him and embraced the chance to knock that fascist pig out cold. I let go of him, and he stumbled for a few feet, trying to regain balance, but just as he had come to a hold, I knocked him out so forcefully I wondered whether I might have injured my hand. Not to mention the chance of killing the scum, but that as a win-win situation. I followed Volk back to the others, hoping for Odessa to follow.

 

*I turned back to face the thugs and saw Dark had one by the throat and the other one was facing him with his gun out. I put my Sig on the nape of his neck and was about to talk when he fell face down. I looked from his dead body towards the newcomer, Volk, and bowed my head slightly as a thanks. stepping over his body I approached Dark and the other thug and ponted my Sig at him*

'long time no see 'buddy'. I can see Glock has a real problem with letting things go. now, you, your friend over there, who I can see being manhandled by my guys, and I are gonna have a nice, civilised conversation in the station's hospital, and don't think for a moment you are gonna get out of this as lighltly as your three other friends, and this one here, did' I said to the nazi I remebered from the slave camp.

'oh, and for your information, I've heard that it is really nice out in the surface this time of the year' I added as an afterthought, a feral, cold smile crossing my lips but never reaching my eyes.

*just as I finished talking Dark knocked the nazi out cold and put him on his shoulder. I nodded to Dark and Volk and we made our way to the bar, where the other Nazi was tied up good and half conciouss*

'right guys, back to the hospital?' I said and lit another smoke.

 

"Good idea about the interrogation - best to get as much info out of these scum as we can; before they pass out. But as soon as that's done, we have to get off the station and keep moving. If these thugs got through Hansa's security without anyone noticing their fascist fetish, then chances are that there could be more of them watching us."

EDIT: Oops, sorry Skaara - I started writing this before you posted your comment so I did not know.

 

This is turning in to an Expendables movie, with all those classy fight moves, and I like it "