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 07:03:20 3 March 2009 |
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5t3v0
Back in the Zone.
(Resident)
On forum: 10/03/2008
Messages: 458
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and I always thought they were the traitors who shined the military's army boots 
Yep me too , i thought they were milliraty at one point in their pathetic existence  (simply Freedom RULz )
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sorry to get off topic too...
but YEAH!!!! duty doesnt get it, being a stalker is about freedom (but i bet that freedom gets thier arsess kicked by the military soon  ) |
| 04:52:50 9 March 2009 |
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Eager Amphibion
Senior Resident
On forum: 07/15/2008
Messages: 675
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A Soldiers Story
Chapter 8 (Part 1)
Petrenko stepped out of the complex and into the smoke and fire of the previous battle. The remaining soldiers ran in and out of the base, killing the injured, or saving the few wounded soldiers. Petrenko gave a quick salute as a Major Treskovi ran up to him.
"At ease." The Major ordered, "I have been given the order to promote you to Corporal and also to inform you that you will be given command of an elite special forces team. Congratulations soldier." The Major nodded before running off towards his company.
Petrenko looked down at the rank which the Major gave him, he slid them in his pocket and attatched the other rank to his combat uniform. He ran forward towards the chopper and waited for his squad.
When the squad finally arrived he stepped onboard and helped his squad inside.
"Listen up! We will be moving over to a special forces squad today! Thier post is in the Eastern garbage! Get ready." Petrenko yelled. He strapped his helmet back on and looked down as the soldiers stormed the base and killed any wounded without compassion, without mercy.
30 Minutes Later
The chopper finally reached the LZ. Petrenko slid the door open and ordered his troops out, he grabbed the rope and slid down.
"Clear the area!" He yelled as they touched the ground.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
The squad all reported before moving into a tunnel in the side of a garbage trash heap. They pulled on thier gas masks and moved inside to meet the squad.
"Halt!" Someone yelled from a small lump of garbage.
"It's ok! Corporal Petrenko reporting."
"Order arms!" The voice said. A man with a gas mask stepped out saluted, "Sargeant Spreshk, awaiting orders."
"At ease. What's the situation?" Petrenko asked.
"Shit. We are forced to live in these god damn trash heaps, yet the bastards still find us. I'm talking of the lone Stalkers. They kill our men, and then preach about peace in the zone. Bullshit...." The Sargeant said.
"Where is thier base?" Petrenko asked.'
The Sargeant laughed, "Base? They're everywhere! From the Cordon, all the way to the border to the Brain Scorcher."
"How do we stop them?"
"That's your job...You're the new squad leader.....Damn do I feel sorry for you." The Sargeant said.
"Why?" Petrenko asked.
"Well the loners kind of strung him up in thier 'village' in the Cordon. Left him for the mutants. We could pick up what was left of him in one hand...Good luck."
Petrenko sighed and sat down on a small boulder, "We..We will try and move north...Push the Stalkers south, and the military can get a hold of the northern areas."
Get out of here Stalker!
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