Roleplay part 8

It seemed that humanity was destined to crawl through tunnels and other confined crevices for eternity, so here we were in another vent - again. The crawl was tiresome and tedious, as tension from previous situations slowly dropped and turned to calm before another storm. When we dropped out of the vent and down into a hallway, there was some disagreement regarding Steve's shooting of a room filled with Fourth Reich soldiers. I didn't get involved and silently observed, as always. Sometimes it was just better to listen instead of trying to sound smart, when in reality you had no idea what to do. In reality, your whole life was just running from one danger and into another. And here you were, following a group of armed strangers - stalkers, nonetheless - into a system of heavily fortified, pre-war bunkers full of Nazi trash.

Once things had settled down and we moved on to the third door, Steve began a breach of it with the others. When the entrance was kicked open, it seemed that everyone else stood in awe of what they'd seen inside and Steve was the only one to keep shooting. I was standing behind them, to stay out of the way; thus I entered the room last. Steve did save our asses, but he also nonchalantly shot some innocents. The sounds of suppressed fire started getting louder in my ears and more memories started coming back. I looked down at the dead face of one of the unarmed scientist's corpses. He looked so surprised, so shocked... his chest was filled with bullet holes. The other one had no face left. It was just a mutilated, crimson smudge with bits of ground meat and shattered bone.

More memories flashed in front of my eyes. The man with the scalpel, the beatings and the touching. As my mind recalled more & more details of the events that had occurred at Tverskaya, with the smells of death, sounds of shots fired and sickening visuals in the room to assist, I felt an excruciating pain in my stomach. This time I just couldn't hold it in. I bent over to face the floor in the corner of the room and vomited. After a bit of coughing, I wanted to ask someone if they had some water, but before I could say anything I heard Sergei shout: "Gas masks on!" Of course, the stalkers had this sort of apparatus, but I have never been on the surface and thus never really had the need to acquire a gas mask. As soon as I heard the warning, I ran out of the room and closed the door behind me.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The group did what they had to do in the room - then I saw them running out of it one by one. I didn't know what was going on for sure, but I assumed that the charges have been set near the toxins and it was time to leg it. And so I did too, following in the footsteps of the stalkers.

 

*I heard the alarm and saw the light flashing on the panel above Glock's desk. we had to act quick. in fact, we had no more than ten minutes to get out before all hell broke loose. Approaching Glock, and making sure the female was still secure, I picked up Glock's pistol, took the safety off and pointed at his right kneecap*

'sorry, no time for chats' I said to Glock who had realised by now this was the end for him.

'this is for Olga' I said shooting his right kneecap point blank range. 'this is for the friends we lost on the way here' I said shoooting his left kneecap.

*although he was in agony, he didn't say a word, just hatred and venom emanated from his contorted face*

'and these are for me and my friends, and all the hardship and suffering we've gone through to get here' I said shooting each of his ankles.

*I had to make sure he didn't survive, and so I shot him point blank range on the forehead, two shots, double cap. he slumped forward on the chair and fell to the floor, with the chair landing besides him. to make sure I approached his prone body and checked his pulse, none to be found, but I couldn't risk it, so taking hold of his neck I twisted it until I heard a 'pop'. now he was certainly dead. I took no pleasure at having to kill a man, even if it was Glock, but it had to be done for the good of the Metro*

'May the Metro be Kind to your Soul' I said closing his eyes.

*I looked at the female and then at Melkov. the seemed to know each other. Gena was slowly coming back to life. he should be ok soon. quickly I searched the rest of the draws and found some documents and a fireproof case. putting the antidote and a sample of the virus I closed the case, locked it with its combination lock and cuffed it to my wrist. I couldn't risk loosing it. I put a fresh mag in Glock's gun and headed towards the air vent, our escape route*

'Melkov, you decide what to do with the female. either she stays, cuffed and gagged, or she comes with us, cuffed as a prisoner, your choice, but make it quick. Fyodor, pass me a couple of granedes please. I got a little something to prepare before we go*

 

Intro's 'n skitz

Hey, I just found this to be a perfect time (Almost, I was a little to late) to at least try to get into the roleplay. My character (Page 10 on the Character Thread, at the bottom) has sufficient medical training to be accepted into a medical team consisting of mostly kidnapped scientists and doctors. Also, my character comes back to the lab just after the "Explosives-Team" left.

Coming back into the lab after my break, it was imediately clear that something had happened. Despite being facsists, the scientists of the Fourth Reich always engaged in lively conversations in the lab. I walked around the computers and tanks i had become almost too used to checking and controlling. Whith a small sigh, either of relief or sadness, I saw my "ex"-colleagues lying on the floor, seamingly brutally gunned down. Crimson liquid was still flowing from fresh wounds.

I looked around, and noticed three other things: All of the computers were off, wich was uncommon in a lab that was run day and night. A container of a blue, luminecent liquid was spilling, and the room was filling with gas. Lastly, I heard the faint sound of a burning fuse.
Thats when I ran.

I took a quick detour into the armory.
The fascists had stored the kidnapped scientists weapons and armour in here, and sure enough i found my PPSh-41 and my tanto lying in a corner. I grabbed them both, as well as an old duffle bag wich i crammed with ammunition and medical suplies. No food in the armory, I said quietly to myself.
For the occation i also grabbed a nazi-made crossbow lying on a shelf, along with a quiver of bolts and,
keeping the situation in the lab in mind, a gasmask.
They had let us keep our clothes. They didn't waste their precious bullets on kidnapped scientists.

As I calmed down, even for just a bit, I could suddenly hear somthing. Facing the direction with my right ear, the sound was easier to hear, and it was definately someone running in the opposite direction of the lab.
I ran out of the armoury, and down the corridor there was definately a group of backs turned away from me, sprinting towards a wall, and an open went.
I yelled but none of them heard me. I ran, something which is not easy with a bad-fitted prostethic leg. The only thing I could do when I reached the went about a minute after them, was to crawl into the vent as well.
And that's just what I did.

PS: If it doesn't fit in, please disregard of this post.

 

''Glady, Odessa.'' I say.

I rip a grenade sack from the uniform's belt and toss it to Odessa. I then go out to the bar just in time to see a hurrying Benji to fly through the door. I raise my rifle at him for a few seconds, of course I lower it when I recognize him. I just nod to him as the others fill the room behind him. Moving closer to Gena, I help him up, supporting his weight. Its funny, I did the same when I snatched him and now I'm helping him. I drag Gena over to the vent and climb in. The vent is big enough to crouch in, so I am able to pull Gena behind me. It will be a struggle, but we're not leaving him. Before I proceed, I put the Reich issued gas mask over my face. I also do the same do Gena, maybe the fresh air will do him some good.

edited mine to fit, Skaara.

 

You have my sincerest apologies for having you wait like this, Znoowy, especially since we can from time to time be rather slow. Welcome to the roleplay, your post is perfect. Your language and grammar is flawless in my eyes. Not that that matters, but I just wanted to point it out

As Joe finished hacking the computer after five minutes, the alarm eventually went off. We began running out of the hallway. Steve first, followed by Anton, then me, followed by Joe and Polina who appareantly had been standing guard outside the room. We were not sprinting down the hallway. More like jogging quite fast, so I took the opportunity to run past Anton and Steve. We eventually reached what seemed to be the only guarded door in the whole hallway. It had to be Glock's office. I slowed down, lifted my now silenced rifle, and shot the two guards with one burst in each their chest. They lifted their guns slightly, but didn't get them far before they died and dropped the weapons to the floor, as well as their own bodies.

I pushed down the handle and bursted into the room. To my surprise, I stumbled with my metal-plated legs right into a man that was posed on his knees and hands on the floor. Stumbling over him, caused me to vault to the left and land on my side. As I had been running, I was in a high speed, which caused me to do a few rolls across the floor, stopping with my back against what seemed to be a bar-desk. I was going to lift the rifle, but before I had the chance, I immediately recognized Gena's face from where I was lying.

Whoops. I hate it when our posts crash like that, Lurkers :lol: Let's just say that Fyodor helped up Gena after Benjamin had ran him over?

 

*jusat as we were about to get out of the office a mighty crash and Benji came flying past Gena and into the bar. I half smiled and then Jet came straight to me and started to headbutt me like she hadn't seen me in years*

'it's ok Jet, I'm fine. glad to see you are all in one piece' I said to her kissing the top of her head and 'headbutting her in turn, then turning to look at the tired faces of the guys.

*it was then that I noticed a stranger coming right behind the group, with a crossbow and a limp. I pointed my gun at him while keeping an eye on the door. once the group was in the office I secured the door and set the trap with the grenades Fyodor had given me. It was simple, just a table with a couple of nades under each front leg, pins removed, in front of the door. the moment the moved it to get through, they would go off, blowing them to kingdom come*

'no time for introductions, we need to go. if you try anything you are dead, just like him' I said to the stranger before climbing into the vent, and pointing at the now dead Glock.

'masks on everyone and follow me. let's get out of this place, now! Polina put this one on.' I said to her passing her Glock's mask before climbing into the vent after getting my gear back.

*crawling forward I had a quick glance behind me, hoping the whole group was there. we only had fifteen minutes at most before the whole place went to hell, and we needed to get out of D-6. thankfully, the ventilation system would put us in an old service room on the other side of the tunnel we came from, so once there we could regroup and take a well deserved short breather. time for celebrations would have to wait*

 

Lying there in the room, it eased my nerves to see that it was just Gena. Then again, when I looked closer, he did not look well, and it seemed he had vomitted, pluss the fact that he was on the floor until Fyodor helped him up. I steadied myself and stood up on my legs before brushing off the thick and heavy dark-brown coat that was hanging down to my knees with my equippment belt around it. I turned to look straight into the eyes of dead Glock himself. I was both relieved, but at the same time, I felt disappointed. Probably because I hadn't been the one to kill him myself. In fact, I had not even been there to watch it happen. As Odessa took Glock's mask and said that Polina could wear it, I dramatically walked towards Odessa, swung my arm and literally knocked the mask out of her hands before she could give it to Polina, sending it flying across the room before hitting the wall. "Polina is not to wear that despiceful mask. Nobody is", I said as I dug out the S10 gas mask with two attached filters, one on each side, from my backpack and handed it to Polina.

Despite the rush we were in, I took some slow, determined and heavy steps towards the crippled and bloody body of Glock. He was a small man. At least, compared to me, just like most other men. I grabbed his hair and lifted him up after it with only one hand, and had a long thorough study of his corpse. Two shots in the kneecaps, two in the ankles, two in the head, and a twisted neck. I dropped the body on the floor, which made it seem even more crippled. Just as I did that, a man with what seemed to be a crossbow approached the door. He did not seem to pose a threat, though. Odessa ordered him to follow, and make sure to not make a wrong move. I decided to keep my eyes on him as we finally eventually entered the ventilation system.

 

When I finally caught up with the group that as far as I knew were blowing up the lab, I found myself in front of the same room I had been taken to when I claimed to be a doctor.
And in front of me lay the corpse of the same person who had offered the chance to not be a labrat. I guess they had their own reason to kill him. Mind you, I didn't like him, myself.

A woman amongst their group, apparantly having a play-fight with some kind of unknown, friendly mutant the likes of which I couldn't remember to have seen before.
Nonetheless she pointed her gun at me, and i willingly hung the crossbow over my shoulder. No point in getting shot just as I am getting out of here.

Looking around the room was filled with a collection more or less weird characters, my attention especially drawn to the man being helped of the floor, no doubt been injected by the same virus we had been developing (Did i get this right?).
The fascists had tested it on both rats and humans, I had heard.
My guilt for helping the fascists grew stronger. At least there was no-one left to continue the work.

Silently as told, I followed the group into the vent, of cource making a lot of sound banging my metal leg against the wall. Perfect.

 

"I walked to the female nazi i forced her to kneel then shot her in the head with her own pistol before climbing into the vent ignoring the noise of metal against metal behind me i crawled forward."


Yes steve is a heartless bastard i know

 

Yes steve is a heartless bastard, and that can bite you in the end.
How do we feel about foul language?

"'Melkov, you decide what to do with the female. Either she stays, cuffed and gagged, or she comes with us, cuffed as a prisoner, your choice, but make it quick." I nodded to Odessa, glancing back into the outer room to see that Gena was up. It looked like he had vomited all over the floor, poor guy.

Just then, the door flew open and Benjamin came flying into the room. I dodged out of the way as he crashed into the desk, and then looked back to see the rest of the group hurrying in with gas masks on.

Lara was staring at the body of Glock, who Odessa had executed a few moments before. There were the beginnings of tears in her eyes. "Oh shit, Lara. What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" She was a Nazi now, appearantly but that did not mean that I was going to leave her in this place.

Steve walked by me, and I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. The group was heading out for the most part, crawling into a vent in the outer room, and it was just me, Steve, Lara, and the lifeless Glock in the office. "What are you..."

Steve picked up the pistol Odessa had taken from Lara off the table, kicked her in the knee, forcing her down. I locked eyes with her for a second before Steve put the gun up to her temple and pulled the trigger.

I stared open mouthed as he dropped the gun to the floor and walked back into the outer room. The world seemed to grind to a halt for a few moments, letting me take in all of the blood on the wall, and that was slowly pooling on the floor below her body. No one could survive that.

Something inside me roared to life, and I stumbled into the outer room in time to see Steve crawling into the vent. I rushed to the vent and wrapped a hand around his ankle. I was tired, worn thin by the metro life, but there was strength enough in me to yank the older man back out of the vent and onto the floor of the bar.

I kicked him in the gut, the heavy metal toe of my boot sinking into his flesh. Yelling with anger, I told him "That was my sister, you asshole." I planted another kick on his head, and then pulled my pistol out of its holster. Putting my foot on his chest, I aimed at his head. The rest of the room around me could have been gone, my attention was so focused on Steve. "You do not get to kill my family members." I said through gritted teeth.

 

Odessa went first with Polina, Joe and Sergei, followed by Fyodor who wilfully and strong-heartedly pulled Gena after him. I allowed the man with the crossbow crawl into the ventilation system first, and followed after him in order to keep an eye on him. I crawled for a few seconds before I decided to look behind me because I was sure I could hear some strange sounds. And yes, the sounds were strange indeed; I managed to catch a glimpse of Melkov pulling Steve out of the ventilation system before he had gotten far enough inside. Melkov boosted his foot into Steve's stomach, yelling that he had killed her sister, which I had seen upon entering the ventilation system, but not entirely understood until this moment. I believed Melkov would came to his senses, but instead he proceeded to kick the old man in his head. With steel-toes on his boots, that would definitely have disoriented Steve enough to make him unable to do anything to resist. Melkov placed his foot on Steve's chest, pulled his pistol out of his holster and aimed it at him. "You do not get to kill my family members", he said through gritted teeth. I looked forward again at the others. They had not noticed it. I then looked back at the two, and I could see on Melkov's body and his whole pose, that he was unsure wether to finish Steve or not. I turned forward again and kept crawling. I kept my sight on the man with the crossbow, but my mind was completely focused on what was happening behind me as I crawled on, slowly.

Now we've gotten a character-to-character confrontation here, which I believe we've never really had before. I find Melkov's act very valid. As I am "The elder" of this roleplay (Been here longest), and I am in fact a moderator/administrator, I'm going to decide that UltimLux has a 100% clear go. That means that the decision wether Melkov kills Steve or not, is entirely up to UltimLux. After two kicks like that, Steve is unable to fight back. He can of course see, hear, talk, and maybe even try to crawl away slowly, but UltimLux is the one to decide this. I know I might sound a little cold-hearted and evil right now, but that's just how it is, especially when Steve is ignorant enough to simply walk up and shoot a woman that is being talked to by a member of the group. Good luck with the decision

 

I could see this coming. Also, where the fuck is Dark, Woijce, and Sako in this entire thing?

 

skaara broke my post i think repost time

"Holy shit that was your sister well if you shoot me the whole of the rangers and the stars in the dark will hunt you you will never be safe."

 

wut.... i leave the RP for a bit and when i coem back i read of handcuffed nazi girls...pretty BDSM, huh?

hahaha, love you guys!!!

 

Darkbringer is apparently busy lately... Well, let's just say he came along the whole way and just didn't say a word. I guess. Unless Darkbringer decides to let his character(s) die or become MIA, they were if so, lost from us in D6. I'll contact Darkbringer tomorrow if he doesn't reply by that time.

"For a bit"? I can barely even remember you part-taking in the roleplay, and I can definitely absolutely not remember anything about your character... It's more than "a bit" since you participated, believe me..
Anyway, thank you!

 

@rolfwar - She was a prisoner.
@I hate lurkers - Thats a good sign. If it had come as a complete surprise it would have been unbelievable.
@stevetheranger - Would you mind horribly if you had to make a new character?
@skaara - Thanks man. I was not sure how we were going to handle that.

I stared down at Steve as he told me that his rangers and the stars in the dark would hunt me down if I shot him. Pressing down with my boot, I leaned forward and put the pistol against the side of his head.

"My own order would kill me if I let you live, anyways. Threats won't work." I prepared to pull the trigger, to end his life.

One last chance. I'd hate to be the first guy to kill another PC.

 

Am I able to come in and save Steve? I haven't entered the vents yet.

 

i really would not mind steve was my get into this character

"Now lets do this like men you let me up we draw bullets will fly and one of us will die. "

 

Sorry, Apollo, but I Out-Of-Character'ly powergamed by forcing all characters into the vents, and Benjamin last, leaving Steve and Melkov to their own. If anyone were to stop them, they'd have to discover the conflict from far inside the vents, run past everyone behind them, including Benjamin who'd probably stop him.

 

This is so entertaining I literally made popcorn