| 02:02:59 28 February 2009
On forum: 07/15/2008
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A Soldiers Story|
Petrenko carried the injured Misha through the swamps, there was no cover whatsoever in the swamps, and the skies above grew darker with every passing minute. Finally, Petrenko saw a small house just over the next wooden bridge.
"Stay here buddy, I'm going to check it out." Petrenko said, lieing Misha on the wet ground.
He moved from cover to cover, Makarov in hand until he reached the house. Lights came from within the windows, and voices echoed into the swamps. Slowly Petrenko snuck onto the porch and pushed the door open, the house was like an armoury. RPGs, Soviet era rifles, and NATO weapons stood against the walls, the ammo stuffed into cabinets. Petrenko hugged the wall and moved silently towards the voices coming from the next room, peaking within he saw three men in blue camo sitting at a table.
"Don't fucking move!" Petrenko yelled as he came out from his cover, aiming his pistol at the men, "Put your hands in the air! Now!"
The men dropped their packs and weapons and rose their hands into the air.
"Who are you people?"
"Don't make me ask again..."
No answer. Petrenko took aim and squeezed the trigger, the 9x18 mm round piercing through one of the mens heads.
"Now, who wants to answer my question?" He asked, taking aim yet again.
Petrenko sighed, "One...Two....Thr-"
"We are Clear Sky members! Please! Don't shoot!" One of the men yelled.
"Do any of you have medical training?" Petrenko asked.
"Y-Yes" One of the Clear Sky members stuttered.
"Excellent. Go outside and bring my friend inside. Try anything, and your friend dies."
The man nodded and ran outside. Petrenko aimed his Makarov at the other man still inside, "Sit down!"
Finally, the other man returned with Misha, he layed him down and pulled a medical kit from his pack.
"Can you help him?" Petrenko asked.
"Yes, but we have no anesthesia, it will hurt." The man said.
"Do it!" Misha groaned.
"As you wish." The medic grabbed the metal shard and yanked it out, he motioned for Petrenko, "Keep pressure on the wound." He opened up the kit and pulled out bandages and a roll of wire.
"Wire?" Petrenko asked, looking at the roll of wire the medic sat on the table.
"It's all we have in the marshes, no fancy military equipment here."
Petrenko looked away as the medic began stitching the wound with the wire, slowly pulling it through the large cut as Misha screamed in agony.
"God damn..." Petrenko said to himself.
"Ok....Stitches applied, all he needs now are the bandages." The medic said, applying the bandages to the wound. After the procedure was done Misha was taken upstairs to a bed, where he would rest.
Three hours later, 2:45 PM
Petrenko looked out the window and noticed the rain start to pour down, the sky gradually becoming a light red, "What is going on?" He asked the two men.
"An emission is approaching, we may want to move downstairs." One of the men said.
"Fine, move Misha down there, remember...No funny buisness." He said.
After Misha was taken down to the basement, the two Clear Sky men and Petrenko grabbed some gear and moved into the basement, locking the door behind them.
"Why are you locking the door?" Petrenko asked.
"You haven't been here long, have you?" The medic asked as the ground began to shake, "You'll see soon enough."
They all crouched as the wind roared and the very ground shook at the tremendous force of the emission. The house began to shake as a wave of radioactive air swept across the Zone....All of a sudden it became pitch black and deathly silent.
"Is it over?" Petrenko asked as light came back to the earth.
Another roar came, this one even louder than before, followed by yet an even more powerful blast of energy....Then it was silent.......
"It's over." The other Clear Sky man said, standing up.
"Well lets open the damn door!" Petrenko exclaimed.
The man looked over his shoulder, "The emission is over, but the horror isn't...."
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| 05:31:27 27 February 2009
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A Soldiers Story|
Yuri Petrenko slammed against the brick wall, firing blindly from his hiding spot. The rain came down hard, and all Petrenko could hear was the rain pelting on his helmet, drowning out all sounds around him.
"Private Petrenko! Flanking manuever on the enemy! We'll cover you!" Ordered Sargeant Tskovi.
Petrenko nodded and sprinted away, moving from cover to cover, it was then he had a clear shot on the enemy.
"G-Night" Petrenko said, sqeezing the trigger several times, knocking the enemy to the ground.
"Hold your fire!" The speakers boomed as spotlights illuminated the training ground, the speakers boomed to life again, "Bravo squad, this is twice in a row you have been taken off guard by the enemy. You are all dead. Congratulations!"
The soldiers from bravo got up and rubbed thier bruises.
"Damn you alpha! You bastards got us twice now." Bravos CO yelled.
Sargeant Tskovi yelled back, "If it wasn't for Petrenko here, we wouldn't have been as successful."
"Thank you sir!" Petrenko yelled, jumping over his cover.
Everyone snapped to attention as the familiar voice of Major Ruslan echoed across the training ground.
"At ease!" Ruslan ordered, "Bravo Platoon! You had no cooperation on the field. If that were a real battle, you would all be dead! Until you learn how to cooperate during an exercise you will receive double PT. Fall out!"
Bravo fell out and jogged away into the darkness, all that remained was Alpha platoon.
"Alpha, back to base! Double time! Petrenko, come here for a moment." Ruslan ordered.
Petrenko quickly snapped to attention in front of Ruslan.
"At ease soldier. I presume you have heard of the recent emmisions coming from the Chernobyl NPP? Well we need as many good soldiers as we can get in the Zone."
Petrenko knew of this place, it was cursed in his opinion. He remembered a month ago an entire company from his base left for Chernobyl, after one week contact was lost, "Sir, I know of the place."
"Good, because that is where you are going. You will be going with other select men, our boys need reinforcements.
"Sir, why must I have this job?" Petrenko asked, his voice cracking with fear.
"Consider it a duty to your country. You will be shipped out tommorow morning. Fall out." Ruslan said, walking away and leaving Petrenko alone in the dark night.
Petrenko woke up early the next morning along with a good two dozen soldiers from other companies on base. They hit the showers, got dressed into their military combat armour and moved outside into the cold morning air where two choppers were being prepped for lift off. It was then Ruslan stepped out of a chopper.
"At ease! Alright men. Some of you know why you are here, others may not. You are all being shipped to the Zone....Chernobyl."
Ruslan took a deep breath before continuing.
"Our boys their need reinforcements. You happen to be the best of the best, so you are the lucky bastards who get to visit the beautiful zone. Your orders are simple: Find the outpost at the 'Cordon' and eliminate any locals you see. Good luck soldiers, you'll need it."
One by one the soldiers moved onto one of the two choppers. Petrenko didn't know what to think, was the zone really as bad as he thought? Was it truely cursed? All these answers would be answered, he knew it.
"Hey!....Hey!" Someone yelled.
"Shut the fuck up Semyon! No one wants to hear your shit." Another yelled back.
"No really guys! Semyon yelled over the roaring of the chopper as it slowly rose from the ground, "This zone, they say it is cursed. It is supposed to be a place of great evil. All who go there.....Never return."
People began scoffing at the idea of this 'Zone' being cursed.
"Yeah, it's cursed alright. You get shit television and hardly any reception." The man beside Petrenko said.
"This 'ain't a damn vacation Kesha."
"Chill Misha. I am kidding.....Dumbass." Kesha said.
Two hours later
Petrenko finally snapped awake to a large explosion.
"What the hell!" Someone yelled.
"Shit! Alpha teams chopper is down!" The pilot yelled, "Damn! RPG, 11 o' clock! Brace yourself!"
No one had time to brace themselves as the missile struck the left side of the chopper, several men got flung out of the chopper as it swung around in the air, quickly plummeting to the ground below. Petrenko didn't have time to react as the chopper hit the ground, knocking him unconcious.
Several Hours Later, 11 AM
Petrenko awoke lying on wet ground, he stood up and saw smoke rising in the distance....The chopper. Petrenko picked up his pack and looked inside, his Akaban was demolished, all he had left was his useless Makarov. Petrenko limped through tall reeds and shallow water till he reached the crash site. Moving closer to the chopper he saw dead bodies lying around, no one made it. He searched the site and didn't find anything useful, all the ammo and weapons were crushed or damaged beyond repair, it was then he heard someone coughing from the nearby reeds.
"Hello?!" Petrenko yelled.
"*Cough* Over here..."
Petrenko pushed some reeds out of his way and saw Misha lying on the ground, a piece of metal lodged in his stomach.
"Damn..." Petrenko whispered, heaving debris from Mishas body, "Come on, there has got to be some cover in these swamps..."
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