| 15:02:09 9 October 2010
On forum: 04/15/2007
Hey guys, I got a little caught up with the release of Civilization V and got side-tracked on some other stuff but the next chapter is up! This one will count as the calm before the hurricane-force storm on it's way, so if you think it's in any way "slow" this is why.
Preview, followed by link at the bottom:
General Voronin looked to his officials for verification as he listened to the story unfolding before him. Lukash, a man whom he had sworn would never be allowed into Duty territory – let alone the operation center of their HQ – was standing in front of him now with a handful of his men and an unknown group of Stalkers saying things that bordered on the absurd. Still, the story was too far-fetched to be completely untrue – he had nothing to gain from making up such fantastic stories when any one of the several guards stationed around the room had a clear shot at him. He was too smart to be in this position just to screw it all up when the survival of his faction hung in the balance.
“So…” General Voronin says as soon as Lukash breaks for a moment. “What you’re saying then is that the Military – who are our allies – have been operating here in the Zone all this time in secret, are responsible for creating the mutants who attacked us, and are now hell-bent on taking over the world using the Zone as the epicenter of their conquest?”
“In a nutshell… that’s exactly what I’m saying, General.” Lukash says, standing up tall with a loot that insisted upon immediate action from the General.
Voronin smiles and responds, “And I suppose you have the evidence to back up everything you’ve just told me?”
“Actually… I might be able to help you with that.” A voice chimes in from a radio near the front of the room. The familiar voice of the scientist Sakharov comes in over the static. A light knock sounds at the door and Virtue appears in the room just as Sakharov continues.
“Gremlin’s group has been very successful in their mission, and I’ve gone over the files they returned enough that I believe I have a pretty clear idea of what’s going on here.”
“Please continue.” Voronin says as he sits down at the head of the table across from Lukash, staring intensely at him.
“Yes… well, it would appear that everything Lukash has said is, in fact, all here on these documents. The files I have here detail ongoing experimentation on humans in the hopes of eventually deciphering and controlling the mind. It appears that the experiment was a great success, and from there the step towards physical mutation was taken in an effort to create a perfect, controllable ‘soldier’. Though in all actuality it would seem that the ultimate goal was to break a man to the point of being more of a pet than a person.”
“I see…” Voronin says, keeping his eyes focused on Lukash, who returns it with a confident look. “And what, in your opinion professor, would the Soviets have done with this army?”
“No disrespect General, but I believe the answer is fairly evident.” The scientist replies.
“Very well. Thank you Sakharov – please send to me any information you can for my own personal review.”
“Yes, yes – I will send it all when I can.”
“Thank you professor, Voronin out.” Before the General can reach over to flip off the radio Sakharov speaks again,
“Wait! One moment please General, I must speak with Gremlin’s group… privately.”
Voronin raises an eyebrow as warning sirens blare inside his head.
“Uh… concerning what, professor?”
“Please… it is a private matter. A dear friend of mine went with them to the center and I have not heard from him in some time, I just want to know if he is OK.”
Voronin looks to Gremlin in confusion.
“I’m sorry Sakharov, Jargon didn’t make it.” Gremlin says, bowing his head slowly as the pain of both of his fallen friends returns to him.
The static spikes a little as Sakharov sighs over the radio. “I feared that was the case when I got no response from his PDA. I would very much like to know how he died… it might bring some peace to me as I mourn him.”
Gremlin looks helplessly at Voronin, and shrugs his shoulders.
General Voronin sighs as he stands. “Very well… you have one minute.” He holds up a finger for emphasis. “But if there is anything… and I mean anything out of place when we return, I am placing you all under arrest.”
“You have my word, General, as your guests we will remain respectful of your hospitality.” Lukash assures him.
“I would hope that you do.” Voronin responds as he motions for all Dutyers in the room to exit. He closes the door behind him, not daring to break eye contact with Lukash until the moment the door closes.
Gremlin walks over to the radio and speaks in a quiet tone, “We’re alone Sakharov. What is it?”
Sakharov begins to speak but cuts himself short and asks, “Is what you said about Jargon true? Is he dead?”
“Yes… I’m sorry. But we’ve only got about a minute so say what you need to say quickly.”
“Yes… right, business first.” He clears his throat and continues, “You’ve provided a few pieces of the puzzle but I believe we need more before we can hope to attain any sort of goal with this. Every Stalker in the Zone has their own reasons for being here and would kill to know more about what they’re dealing with, whether for financial gain, scientific research, weaponry, or revenge.”
“I think I see where you’re going with this, professor.” Gremlin butts in. “You want more information, and you need a team to get it for you.”
“Well… yes. That is exactly what I need. I refrained from saying anything in front of Duty for fear that they would use the information to their own gain. While I respect them and their cause, out of sympathy for… my old friend and our business relationships in the past I decided to give it to you and your team exclusively.”
Gremlin smiles, a playful light dances in his eyes as he imagines what solving the puzzle of the Zone’s existence could mean for those who knew about it. It would be a treasure map for those seeking riches, a golden age for the scientific community, and a tactical advantage for Freedom. He looks back at the other Stalkers with a mischievous grin on his face.
“The man needs a team… what do you say gentlemen?”
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| 23:55:15 11 October 2010
Scared shitless by Bloodsuckers
On forum: 04/16/2010
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Oh boy! One of my 3 favourite stories up here!(Snorkbait, Tiger's Spring and this) There are other good ones but this is top 3! Awesome job mate!
EDIT: Sorry, it seems you have more tories Where can I find 'em?
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