| 21:02:06 6 February 2009
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Skull and his group found the Duty soldier lying face down next to the inactive block of plastic explosive; it was a huge block for the Zone, it was a rarity and here, in the middle of a death-site with the body of a Dutier was a slab of it.|
Slab is definetily the right word Skull thought as he grabbed the Dutier's boots and dragged him from the tent before pulling back his mask to reveal bloodshot eyes and foam spilling form his mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" one of the soldiers asked
"General, we have the body of the Duty soldier, he's dead, poison it looks like. But sir, there's a huge block of plastic explosives here rigged to something that looks like a CSU" Skull explained "It doesn't seem to operate unless the door of the tent is open, the moment he was out the comms cleared up"
Silence for a few seconds before Lukash came across the waves
"Get out of there, its obviously a trap of some sort" Lukash ordered.
"Don't order my men Lukash" Voronin growled "Stay were you are, there should be another group coming up on you now"
There indeed was, Skull saluted to the sx men who were approaching.
"NO! Skull, get out of there now! Keep away from the tent!" Kern roared, his voice pricked by fear. The CSU beeped on again as the soldiers approached, their comms being cut off.
"Proximity" said his mind "Fuck" said his mouth.
Kern swore as the explosion in the village threw debris high into the air; it fell on the Warehouse like the devil's mocking rain. Stones mainly, them being the heaviest objects, brought down already perilous walls with loud crashes.
"Kern! Get into my office!" Voronin ordered. Kern looked out of the doorway where he was sheltering; the sky still had a few stones to come.
"One second" he asked. The second passed and immediately the stones came down like asteroids from space. One clipped a petrol barrel; enough to crack a hole in it.
"DAMN!" Kern cursed, jumping from the doorway into the shelter of the building as the fireball erupted. It scorched its way down the corridor Kern had just leapt through while also giving some nearby soldiers a good rattling.
Lying amongst the new debris Kern sighed; it was one hell of a job these soldiers had. He got to his feet and proceeded through the smoke-screen into the sunlight. Soldiers, both Duty and Freedom, stood scratching their heads; they had all heard the call and knew that Kern knew something.
On his way to the Chef's building he had gained himself a tail of eagre soldiers. Voronin stood waiting, his large arms crossed, Lukash stood next to him; his eyes were blazing, Kern didn't want to find out if it was anger or the need for information and so tested the waters from a distance.
"It not our enemy who set that trap" Kern shouted. Neither man replied, Voronin simply gestured for him to approach.
Raising his hands Kern smiled "Its ok, if it is who I think it is, which I really am sure of; then we're saved!"
Voronin grabbed him by the hair and threw him into the building
"You talk too much" he added, kicking Kern into the room beyond.
"Two seconds boys" Lukash beamed politely before closing the door.
Two seconds in the company of Voronin was indeed a long time....
| 21:24:23 6 February 2009
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Kern was on the other side of the room before Voronin had even entered.|
"Wait wait wait!" Kern said quickly "I know who set that trap but he's not an enemy. That old trick, the plastic explosive and the CSU mixed in with a proximity sensor; he used it a lot! Plus he's one of the only people who could make plastic explosive" Voronin walked towards him slowly. Kern continued to back-pedal
"Please!" he pleaded "His name's Fury, he was one of a load of people code-named at the laboratory and that was his" still Voronin advanced in silence "God won't you say something!"
Voronin stopped "Didn't have to lift a finger and you told me everything" he chuckled. Kern, who noticed he had been breathing quickly, sighed a sigh of relief.
"You weren't going to hit me?"
"What made you think that?" Voronin asked
"Dunno, you seem the type" Kern admitted.
"So the man who set that trap is your guardian?" Lukash surmised "What makes you think we'll be any better with his guidance?"
"He's an amazing hunter and scientist, there's nothing he can't hunt which must be what he's doing all the way down here!" Kern smiled.
"So he's hunting this thing, and has come all the way from Pripyat, and he's unhuntable?" Lukash said.
"Yup, there's no-one who hunts like him and no-one who can catch him" Kern praised
"What weapons does he use?" Lukash asked
"Pistols, well, Uzi's you could say with a build in silencer for accuracy" Kern explained.
Voronin looked over at Lukash who made a strange face that Kern couldn't quite understand.
"Whoa, whoa! I know what you're thinking but no" Kern argued as the penny dropped "He's not like that, hell, the night the first group were killed we were eating this load of bread that was going off, I remember us joking about it"
Voronin shrugged "If you're sure then you're sure, kid. So how do we get in touch?"
Kern thought about it and then shrugged, not unlike Voronin
"No idea, he'll come to us, its not like we can be missed now is it"
| 21:51:56 8 February 2009
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Exctract of Lukash's Diary - Day 3|
Another day with the small band of soldiers we have. Last night was a disaster, it turns out that the Barkeep allowed some S.T.A.L.K.E.R.'s beyond the wall. Granted it was a good plan and would have worked under different conditions but here and now? No, it was foolish. The S.T.A.L.K.E.R's should have seen it for what it was.
Pressure of the job I think. I've watched them for sometime up on the hill, they aren't too sociable but I guess that's expected because more of them died than ours.
Speaking of, Duty took quite a blow today, pardon the pun, they came across a trap, one of ingenious design and I think that even I would have fallen for it. A proximity explosive disguised as a CSU with plastic explosive. Designed to draw attention and create maximum carnage.
Kern has explained quite a lot about this man he calls "Fury" obviously an alias but that's where the Zone excel's itself, allowing us to create an image of what we want to see.
I heard that Max may still be alive, as we never found his body; I'll admit that when I first heard of 'Fury' my mind thought maybe it was Max in disguise. Alas no, the time is all wrong. Whoever this Fury is, he had damn better be worth it!
Duty are preparing a second squad to head over to the Village to find what they can about the explosion. Kern is going too, not by choice of course. Voronin is such a beast, taking everything by force and harsh words. I feel sorry for Kern, he's such a wet blanket, I don't think he'll survive on his own but he's got intelligence; a candidate for Freedom command??
If there is such a thing when its all over
| 03:23:25 9 February 2009
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The Duty unit, dispatched for the Village, moved at a quick pace. There were twelve of them in the unit, moving in a V-Formation to decrease the likelyhood of another proximity explosion being set off. Kern moved at the very back of the ground; out of sight but cradling a Duty-rifle he had been issued at the barracks.|
They came over the brow of the hill to utter-devestation. Buildings and bodies were scattered around a twenty-meter crater. It was pretty clear that they would find no-one alive. Sweeping through the debris with professional ease, the Duty Squad were done in minutes. Kern sat on the hill with his rifle on the ground next to him.
Kern jumped in suprise, looking over his shoulder he was amazed to see a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. stood directly behind him. He recognised him as one of the men from around the fire. Kern looked around; he was alone.
"yeah, that plastic explosive is potent stuff" Kern commented while he gave the S.T.A.L.K.E.R a quick once over.
He was slightly tanned, his eyes dark as was his hair which was cut short. His S.T.A.L.K.E.R jacket puffed out slightly; armour underneath Kern mused.
The S.T.A.L.K.E.R sat down on the hill next to him, lifting the rifle over his head and laying it down on the floor.
"They say you know something about a hunter called 'Fury' why don't you tell me about him?" the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. suggested with a smile from beneath his dark green-hood. Kern sensed trouble, he was very rarely wrong; this S.T.A.L.K.E.R. was trouble.
"Not much to say" Kern shrugged "We lived at Pripyat, moved in the shadows of the Monolith Soldiers, kept ourselves to ourselves"
The S.T.A.L.K.E.R. shook his head
"I didn't ask about you" he pointed out "I want to know about this 'Fury'"
"He's a scientist and soldier; that's it" Kern explained.
The S.T.A.L.K.E.R. sighed and got to his feet "If that's all you're going to say" he picked up his weapon and, for a moment, Kern thought about going for his. Eventually the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. threw his rifle over his shoulder and walked away. "Stay safe, Kern" he waved.
"KERN! Get off your ass and come here!" a Duty soldier shouted into the radio. Kern, slightly shaken by the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. jumped to his feet and hurried down to the protection of the Dutiers.
"What is it?" Kern asked, the Duty soldier pointed to something black and flat sitting in the grass against a stone wall.
"Pick it up" the Dutier ordered
"Why me?" Kern eyed him suspiciously
"It might blow up, there is history" the Dutier said, pushing Kern towards it.
Crouching over the object, Kern laughed as he picked it up.
"PDA" he waved it at the group of Dutiers. He rolled his thumb over the screen, bringing it to life....
...with a thunderous explosion.
| 03:42:04 10 February 2009
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-Data Stream 65/766 – Radio Channel Open-|
Voronin: Kern? What’s happened?
*Sound of running feet, groups of orders being shouted distorted sound*
Lukash: Christ, what happened to him?
*More orders shouted, sound of door being kicked open*
Lukash: Put him down here, someone tell me what the hell happened
Soldier001: Explosive of some sort, exploded in his face
Voronin: Kern, don’t you dare die! We need your information you bloody fool!
Lukash: Tone it down and pass me that First Aid kit.
*Sound of heavy boots followed by a loud click of plastic*
Lukash: It’s a lot of damage, where’s that bleed coming from??
*Great deal of moving heard*
Soldier002: There, behind his belt
Lukash: Shit! Its gone deep, where’s the medic?
Voronin (in distance): MEDIC! Get over here NOW!!
*More shuffling, a clipping noise is heard – Lukash unclipping Kern’s armour*
Voronin (distance): Come on, come on! We can’t lose him!
*Kern groans, must try to sit up as Lukash’s voice comes back across the radio*
Lukash: Whoa there, lie back.
*Medics storm into the room, too much chatter to identify sentences*
Medic001: There, no there!…yes…no no no!
Medic002: I can’t find it…what do you mean?
Medic001: Large crack in the skull, three? No four separate penetrations caused by shrapnel
Medic002: is that plastic?…Careful
Voronin: How’s it looking?
Medic001: Step back sir.
*Shuffling can be heard as the Medic’s roll Kern over*
Medic001: We got another bleed here!
*Lukash steps out of the room, medical area is out of audio range*
Lukash: He’s in a pretty serious state
Barkeep: What happened? Someone said there was a second explosion, just how many devices are out there?
Voronin: What I want to know is why Kern didn’t recognise it as an explosive; if it’s his mentor’s device he should have recognised it.
*Gunfire in distance*
Voronin: Who’s shooting??
*Increase in amount of gunfire, orders being shouted*
Soldier003: Sir, we have incoming!!
Voronin: Incoming?! What the hell is incoming?
Soldier003: Mutants sir!
Voronin: Why now?!? Why fucking now?!
*Voronin kicks something metallic*
Soldier003: You four! Get up there and cover them!
*Running boots lead towards the gunfire*
Lukash: I’m almost at the tower
*The sound of footsteps on steel echo*
*Gunfire from close range, possibly Lukash’ weapon*
Voronin (over radio): Lukash, what is it?
Lukash (gunfire distorts voice slightly): We got incoming…*incoherent*…idea where they…*incoherent*
Voronin (Over radio): Lukash? How many?
Lukash: *incoherent*…40?…lost count…YOU MEN, BEHIND YOU!!
*More gunfire from close to Lukash as more soldiers join him on the tower*
Lukash: Damn it!
Lukash: Voronin, get your men to bring those barrels up here NOW!
S.T.A.L.K.E.R-001(over radio): Get away from the gate!
Lukash: EVERYONE BACK NOW!
*Running footsteps shortly followed by an explosion, heard over radio as static burst*
S.T.A.L.K.E.R-001 (Over radio): Sorted, a few stragglers, be careful!
*More gunfire over the radio*
Lukash: What’s the state of Kern?? Is he alive??
Medic002 (Over radio):*static*…there’s been complications… *Panting and static*…where’s that bleed?
Medic001 (Over radio): We need another First aid kit, NOW!
Soldier004 (Over radio): No luck, we only have what you’ve got there
Medic001 (Over radio): Does ANYONE have another first aid kit?? Vodka, someone get a bottle to us now! We’re losing him…fuck fuck FUCK!!
*Lukash storms back into the medical quarters*
*Chink of glass on metal followed by splashing noise*
Medic001: Damn it…there…quickly…quickly!!
Medic002: It’s not stopping…there’s so much damage! Someone find a first aid kit or he's gone!
Voronin (Presumably into radio): SOMEONE GET ME A FIRST AID KIT, THAT'S AN ORDER!
-Data Stream End-
| 18:05:33 11 February 2009
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Kern woke up, he knew he was awake because of the throbbing pain that emanated from any nerve still attached to his brain. His vision cloudy, throat dry and body throbbing it was an amazement to him that he managed to sit up, even more amazed was the medic who was sat at the other end of the room near a barred door.
“You’re up” the medic jumped to his feet and ran over to Kern
“I know; I should lie down” Kern managed to groan as he reached for a bottle of water
“Keep hoping” the medic passed him the water “Medically I should say you should lie down but in all honesty I think that will get you killed”
Kern looked up, his brain was still swimming with memories of what had happened. The PDA had exploded in his hand, he had felt the fragments penetrating his body. Looking down at himself he saw he was naked, lying under a harsh cotton blanket. Next to the bench he had previously thought was a bed, was a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. uniform in green. His body was covered in scars, he gasped as he looked at the patchwork that was his skin. Every now and then there would be a taped bit of cloth to keep any sever bleeding at bay. From his own body, Kern scanned the room; it was very dark, all the lights were extinguished but through one of the high-windows, moonlight spilled through and Kern saw that the door was heavily barricaded.
“What’s going on?” Kern asked as he quickly got dressed. His coordination was shot and getting dressed had become a challenge in itself but he was listening to what the medic had to say.
“Monolith soldiers arrived, chasing the mutants that attacked our base” he explained “Some of them were injured so we allowed them to stay, then suddenly tonight we came under attack. At first they seemed to think it was the Monolith soldiers but no, they’re out there now with the others”
“Eh?” Kern managed to say. Standing up, his knees were a bit shaky but standing up was a plus. Slowly he crossed the room, climbing onto one of the boxes to gaze out of the window.
In the distance he could see the Dutiers and Freedom, a few S.T.A.L.K.E.R’s dotted about and, amazingly, a small handful of Monolith Soldiers. The group were sitting around the fire, some unconscious or asleep while the others just sat in silence, looking around.
“What’s going on?” Kern wondered aloud. The medic pressed a pair of military binoculars into his hand and Kern lifted them to his eyes and peered closer.
"They’re just sitting there, alive for sure but not really talking. What’s happening? Are they TIED?"
Looking closer Kern saw the truth; "they're all bound by the wrists"
“How the hell did that happen?” Kern asked, the anger he felt made him feel sick. Running to a small bucket Kern vomited. Laced with blood and food, Kern groaned as he looked down at the vomit; blood was never a good sign.
“No idea, there were explosions, gunfire; the whole shebang” the medical officer stared out through the glass towards the Duty soldiers.
“Jammed” the medic tossed Kern the radio which just hissed static in his hands.
“Very professional” Kern frowned
“More than professional, whoever hit them, hit hard and very fast. I can see no injuries, no fatalities; hell I didn’t even see who they were shooting at!” the Medic explained as he paced.
Kern sat down, it helped his body more than his mind, and thought about who or what could have done this. There were no mutants he knew of that could execute such an attack or any military force. His mind, of course, pinged to his guardian.
"All those soldiers though? 70 or so soldiers without getting injured, don’t like the odds of that"
As he thought Kern eyed a mirror against a basin and his thoughts strayed to what he looked like now, an explosive going off in the face would certainly have re-arranged a few features.
"No, no! Keep your mind on the here and now. First, I need a weapon. Then I’ll need to find out what’s what."
“Medic, you got a pistol?” Kern whispered. The Medic nodded, taking a plain pistol from his belt. He tossed it to Kern who dismantled it before putting it back together at speed.
“You know your stuff” the Medic commented. Kern made a vague noise of agreement before getting to his feet, sliding the pistol into his boot.
“Get down, stay down” Kern ordered, crossing to the door and, with more strength than most would have attributed to him, kicked the blockade out of the way.
“You’re!” the Medic started but Kern raised a finger to his lips as he unbolted the door and stepped into the night.
Quickly the medic ran over to the door and bolted it shut.