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  20:05:17  10 October 2010
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S.T.A.L.K.E.R. : Factions

Soldier Alexandr 'Sacha' Dezrodnov, aka Panther.
Freedom faction member.
June 2nd, 2012, around 5:15 am

Deep inside my bed in the Freedom base, I suddenly heard the alarms ring through the whole zone controlled by the faction. My eyes half-opened, I took a look around: my roommates had disappeared. Probably already up.

<_Guaaaaaaards! What's goin' on? Is there a blowout?!>

No answer. I sat up in my bed and pushed the cover away, instinctively checking my 9mm was still on the table next to me. Then I took a quick look at the window and saw a bunch of objects, greenish balls thrown from behind the south fence, flying towards me. Opening my eyes wide and suddenly understanding what was going on, I grabbed my mattress, rolled off the bed, landing on my stomach, and held my mattress over me.

<_CRAP! I yelled, surprised and horrified.
_F1 Grenades! TAKE COVEEEEEEEER !>

There were explosions everywhere, then shouts. The explosive bombardment lasted a minute or two, and even though I knew my mattress, only about 4'' wide, didn't give me the ideal cover, I wouldn't dare leave it to find a better one. When I heard the last explosion, I waited a few seconds and got my GP37 in the cupboard, threw it on the mattress, which I'd put back on the bed despite the wholes in it now, and put on my suit, my gas mask and my boots. Taking 3 clips and putting them in their dedicated place in my suit, then checking there was one in my weapon, I dashed out of the building.
At the main gate, 5 poorly armed soldiers were trying to hold their position, crouching behind sandbags, taking fire from Obokans and Aks, according to what I heard. Who was the stupid cunt who had put newbies at the entrance to haze them?!

<_Sachaaaaaaaa ! Get your ass in gear and come over here, RIGHT NOW! Shouted a voice I knew well.>

I looked up, and from the building in front of me, my friend Tchiernaï was calling me, his gun in his hands. Next to him, a sniper was trying to fight off the waves of Duty soldiers who were trying to pass the gate guarded by the rookies.
Dodging at the last second a bullet, I shot 3 bursts in the direction it came from, hitting an enemy soldier in the torso and the throat, killing him, then I kept my head down while sprinting to reach my friend's cover. I rushed through the entrance, accidentally letting go of my weapon, dodging an RGD5 grenade which blew off the legs of an unlucky crow. Deafened by the explosion a little too close for my eardrums, I looked for my weapon and got back on my feet, trying not to lose my balance, and ran up the stairs to get to the 2nd floor where Tchiernaï was waiting for me. And indeed, I found them, him and his sniper, who I instantly recognized by his helmet, on which appeared 25 lines crossed like prisoners would do to count days. We would call him Eagle. For him, those lines weren't days he had spent in prison, but Duty heads his Vintar had tore off.

<_Who's the dumbass who put these guys up front? I asked Tchiernaï between two sniper shots, both to a target.
_No need to know. The F1s took care of him for you.
_Let's move on. Are you gonna send some guys teach those how to shoot or am I gonna take care of it?
_Both, my friend, both. Three men are waiting for you in the barracks. Elite. If you get them killed, Lukash himself will come skin you.
_What's new?>

Tchiernaï smiled, refusing to laugh in this context, and backed up crouching to avoid lost shots from Duty, telling me to follow him. He kicked a window open, took a rope laddder and unrolled it to the ground.

<_Go out this way, you won't be exposed.
_Thanks, see you at lunch.
_As usual...>

I put my right leg through the window, then the left one, and let myself slip down the ropes. About 3 feet off the ground, I dropped to my feet and looked up to the second floor again, Tchiernaï showing me the building I had to meet his soldiers in. I jogged up to it and entered the hall. The men were already there, checking their weapons one last time: no damage to their visors and no too rusty clips, that was rare in the Zone.

<_They already told us everything. You order, we obey. Announced militarily the closest guy.
_Cool down, you're creeping me out talking like the enemy.>

The others started laughing, who calmed them by yelling a loud 'SHUT UP, YOU!'. I unloaded my 9mm, put it on the private's neck while he wasn't looking and pressed the trigger, making a big 'CLAC'.

<_Bam. You're dead.
_Huh?
_Stop showing off and pay a bit more attention to what's going on. An enemy could've knifed me and you wouldn't be around anymore. So now you're gonna shut up and follow me. If you're okay with that, of course.
_Do I have the choice?
_Nah.>

I turned around, put the clip back into the pistol and put it back in its dedicated pocket. In the end, who was worse between one of the rookies behind the sandbags or this one, who seemed ready to do anything to impress, risking his life for it?

A morning like another in the Zone...




If you want more... give me good feedback
  22:23:27  10 October 2010
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Simbalime
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Keep it up bro
  22:53:59  10 October 2010
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Keep it up bro
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Thanks but I'll wait for maybe one or two more answers
  19:17:33  11 October 2010
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2nd part up

Corporal Vassili Gabrilov, aka 'Blackout'.
Duty faction regiment member,
Industrial zone detachment.
June 2nd, 2012. Around 6 am.

Funkers. Assholes. Cowards. Pro-militaries. Bastards. Those are the names the loners, and mostly the Freedom anarchists, call us every day. Oh, not always directly, but we know most of them would like to see us hanging on the trees in front of the NPP. Or our throat in a pseudodog's fangs. In my bed, I was thinking all night about the attack on the Freedom base by the guys, I dribbled at the idea of more respect, more fear of us in the Zone. After all, it's for them we work and get hurt! But stalkers won't try to understand that.
The only thing they can think of is finding their damned artifacts, getting their hands on a bottle of vodka, a fat sausage and some bread, and living a nice life in the bar, dreaming of escaping their poor and miserable life. Life isn't always simple in Chernobyl. Actually, it never is.
That morning, thinking of the attack being led at the same time, I got up and drank my coffee me and my friends had earned by 'our own sweat and tears' by stealing a Crystal artifact to a drunk bandit we took out with our snipers from a rooftop near the Bar. 'The one who gets him down has 50% off!'. A fun night. In the end, sniping with one or two vodkas down the line never did any harm to anyone... Except for that guy maybe. We sold the artifact at the Rads100, thinking the scientists would understand us not selling it to them for 10 RU. We got a lot out of it, for once. Who ever thought a bandit would be useful once in his life?
I got dressed, put on my exoskeleton, which was a little rusted and used by time and shots, and went out on the factory's roof. It was my turn of duty, from 7 to 10 am. Afterwards, free time for the rest of the day. The officers get nicer when they feel a win is coming. Except my duty was gonna end even sooner. I would usually be happy, but this time... it was different. The Freedom guys are bastards who took me a bunch of friends, but I have to admit they have a sense of humor.
Because at 9 am, when I looked up to the sky, there was a giant sheet floating over us.

<_Guys! Look at that! I yelled to the soldiers a few stories lower, talking of rain, fine weather and nuclear explosions.>


In the sky, we could basically see:

"In your a.. [a fold in the sheet kept us from seeing the two last letters] guys! Try again!
Signed : Lukash, leader of Freedom."

General Voronin came out in the street at that moment, and that was too bad for our ears...

<_FUCKING HELL?! What happend over ther?!>

I didn't know if I was meant to laugh or cry. On one hand, one could think this situation was pretty funny, and the occasions to laugh weren't that common in the Zone... on the other hand, my dreams of respect were disappearing, and we were gonna get our ass kicked at the casern.

<_Shit... I said, looking up to the sky.>




Yet again, give me feedback and I'll post more, otherwise I'll put it up tomorrow
  21:49:12  11 October 2010
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Simbalime
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Still reading bro
some misspells but its definitely readable
and the story is good too, so keep it up!
  21:54:58  11 October 2010
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Keep it coming! Very interesting story Different than anything I've read before
  23:28:29  11 October 2010
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Still reading bro
some misspells but its definitely readable
and the story is good too, so keep it up!
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Yeah sorry, I translated it a little too fast maybe, but Ping (the guy writing it, who's gonna jump by and post something soon, even though he doesn't speak English that well ) hasn't written anything in a while so I've only got one more part to post for now, sending him requests for what's next though
  19:27:30  12 October 2010
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Part 3 (last one I've got... for the moment)

Niejdan Korolenko, aka 'The Mouse', 25 years old.
June 2nd, 2012, around 5:30 am.

<_Niejdan...!
_Hmmm....
_Niejdan...!!
_Hrrrrrmmmm...!
_Niejdan, wake up for God's sake!
_Huh? What? What's going on, Vassili ?
_Listen to the radio !>

I looked for the transmitter with my right hand, the left one stuck in my sleeping bag. Seeing I couldn't get it my little brother, Vassili, put it in my hand. I put the radio down a few inches away from my ear and listened.

<_To all stalkers in the area north of Rostok! The Freedom base is being attacked! All supporters are called to combat! We need as much men as possible! What the... WHAT'S THAT?!>

An explosion, and static. Not too hard to understand what the guy who sent this message had become. It was gonna take a long time finding all the meat pieces on the walls.

<_And you woke me up for THIS! We've got nothing to do with that, lil' brother!
_But I thought you hated the Dutyers?
_I don't wanna get killed because I hate them. And they pay well. As long as we stay far away from each others, everyone's happy.
_But...
_SHUT UP! You've only been in the Zone for a few weeks! When are you gonna understand there's no place for feelings here? I was nice to let you come with me when mom kicked out of home! Now shut your mouth and go to sleep! It's still early!>

He went back to bed, and I waited a few minutes in my bag.

<_Damn you annoy me, I can't sleep now. Come on, we're leaving.>

I got out of my bag and put my boots on, then my coat and and my hood. People would sometimes confuse with a bandit, but painted in black, they could usually make the difference. Plus, I didn't wear a balaclava. While I checked my Viper and its clip, Vassili kicked in the pile of wood we used as a campfire, and put in it the can which, with a bottle of water and some bread, served us for a dinner last night. I put on my backpack, checked my 9mm was charged and gave my brother his, after he picked up his double barrel and put two bullets of buckshot in it.

<_Where are we going today? Asked Vassili while putting away his 9mm in a scratch pocket.
_Last night, the detector started beeping when we passed near the anomalies between Rostok and here. I saw vortexs and burners, that can give us some money. I'd need some to buy your buckshot, it's costing me.
_What can I do about it when you gave me a gun which has a visor too much to the left?
_What difference does it make? You never look down the visor anyway.>

I drew out my 9mm in a flash, aimed for his crotch and shifted the weapon a few inches to the left, before shooting three times in a row. Chilled by the idea of losing the only proof of his manliness, he only turned his head after I'd put the weapon back in its holder. A pseudodog had come up behind him without a sound and was going to jump on him.

<_See? I aim, and I hit, I said smiling.>

He looked in my eyes and his lips slowly turned into a crescent too. We burst out laughing together and went back north.

<_But be careful. I might not aim next time. Or actually, I might.>



PLEASE give me feedback, this is the last part I've got so tell me if you don't like it, I don't want to translate what comes next if you don't!
  22:30:06  12 October 2010
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A little Hollywood -ish with that psuedodog. But it's good
 
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