SmileyChesh
Jan 9 2019, 2:14pm
At the peak of genetic selection and cybernetics on the rise, a new race has started between the nations. A third world war is just around the corner. With new weapons being manufactured, and a whole new type of soldier being deployed daily, resources have quickly become depleted. Recycling efforts make up the entirety of sustainability and allow civilians their comfy lives. In the midst of this, the nations are preparing to take to the various satellites. Lunar colonies. Mars colonies. Making attempts to efficiently erect self-sustaining structures to be inhabited by the majority of those waiting on Earth.
A common practice, sacrificing less desirable population to improve the future generations. Using them to experiment in the background, hidden from public eyes. The results of these practices will help cybernetics improve, and the designer babies will benefit from the torment of these less valuable individuals. Better stamina. 20/20 vision. Stronger immune system. The results justify the means. Especially given the genetic inferiorities most of these governments focus on.
However, in Russia, their lead in genetics results from their very broad criteria… What the government does is little known. However, it is very openly known what’s illegal. Homosexuality, for one. This has led to the majority of their experimentation. For affected families, it has also been the strongest press for resistance. In response, specialized MP divisions have been assigned to areas where arrests are high, to maintain obedience.
A knock came to the door of an improvised MP armory. Just as the handle turned from the soldier on the other side, a thick boot shoved it in, with surprising force. The soldier was taken by surprise and disoriented, in time for the assaulter to raise her old modified CZ-75 SP-01 handgun, and click the age-conditioned two 9mm rounds into the victim’s throat and chin. Her eyes never even met the man. The hand seemed to move on its own consciousness of the world. Silver eyes behind a painted ballistic mask scanned to the left, as the man to her right fell, not even having had time to reach for his own sidearm. Clearing her left, her eyes moved on forward. The whole world moved slowly to her. Her first casual steps forward allowed her mobile cover of an ally to slip in behind her, and take her breach into a proper mobilization through the hallways.
The following minute, the small group pressed, cleaning through the halls with ease. The shield in front allowed them to pass through corridors safely, while that silver-eyed, masked huntress kept the barrel of her tactical shotgun aimed angled against the side of their moving-wall’s shoulder, to blow away anyone hiding in the side rooms to lank the shield. However, rather usual of the warrior, she got impatient with this slow push. The pistol was once again drawn, and the combat shotgun allowed to hang. Just as the next burst of rounds thunked off their line’s shield, she peeked around that cover, and once again, clicked off another pair of rounds, and once again into another down the way they were marching. One round had clipped the plate and managed a non-lethal hit, the other hitting the plate rather solid. Allowing the soldier to take advantage of Sonechka’s confidence. A round was fired back, flicking a splotch of red off the female’s shoulder. This was responded to with another two rounds at the man, actually finishing him this time.
Her anger got the better of her, and their unit would have to catch up with her, as she marched on forward to where the man had been taking cover and proceeded to unload the remaining twelve rounds in her gun into the body already starting to bleed out. “Dammit.” She finally swore, flicking her trigger finger up to release the now-empty clip into her free hand, to store for re-filling later. Her favorite model of the CZ had long stopped manufacturing. 9x19mm ammunition was still pretty common, but she needed to save the actual clips. “Nikita!” The woman shouted behind her ballistic mask. After reloading the gun, she touched the wet area and examined the red before lifting her mask. “Nikita, dammit! I’ve been hit!” She continued to shout and growl into the still-active combat zone. She just expected the situation to mold to fit her sudden inconvenience. Even despite this apparent mindset, her injured arm raised cleanly to once again, tap two more into a soldier who had taken her cries for a medic to try and surprise her. “Fuck me!” She cried just as the habitual rounds went off. One hit its mark, the other embedded itself in the wall somewhere above, since her shoulder’s pain had denied her control of the recoil. She held the shoulder and began retreating to her likely approaching allies. Where the medic could actually work.
Kamizombie
Jan 29 2019, 4:47pm | Report
The ensuing skirmish across the compound was beginning to come to life as more and more MP forces heard the gunshots. It likely wouldn't be long until the remainder of the adversary was either on top of them or evacuating. Much as they needed to move quickly, Nikita, the medical officer, couldn't help but groan over the comm line between them. "Of course you've been hit, you bullheaded fuck." She admonished the blonde harshly. "It's what happens when you break formation!"
Shrugging again, she looked to Tatianna, their respective frontline. "Move! We gotta get to her before she's flanked again." Nikita insisted quickly, narrowing her eyes. Though, it was difficult to read the imposing woman's expression, Tatianna nodded in approval and shuffled as she quickly as she could to Sonechka's position. Once there, she firmly planted the shield in front of the girl.
Nikita knelt down in front of Sonechka, pulling her medical kit pack off of her back as she looked at Sonechka firmly in the eye. "Hold still." She insisted before focusing her attention to the wound before beginning to patch it up.
Tatianna held firm as her eyes glanced in every direction, trying to avoid being flanked in the compound. To the right, however, a door flung open as another soldier began to raise his gun. However, before he could get off a shot, a hand suddenly appeared seemingly out of the blue, grabbing hold of the muzzle to keep it forced down. Before the soldier had a chance to retaliate, a second hand brandishing a pistol raised up, shooting him straight through the skull.
The man dropped dead as the figure pulled off the 'hood' to her reflective camo cloak, revealing a short girl with strawberry blonde figure who placed a hand on her... naked... hip. "Sure kept me waiting." The girl mused with a smug teasing smile on her lips.
SmileyChesh
Jan 29 2019, 7:38pm
Luca had come in the back of the back, having been originally in the position of walking backwards at the back of the line, to cover their rear. When things got set up in the room, Luca lagged just behind the shield carrier. Their leader under the callsign ‘Overlord’, flinched quickly at the door slamming open, and swung her AK to spray the man, but seeing Sasha had joined the active combat, she left her attention back to the proper concerns. Her rifle aimed down the hallway they had just come from, knowing that a stairwell would allow the people above who had heard the shooting, to come that way and flank them. A click from her rifle noted a signal had gone off, for their cybernetically enhanced comrade off the field. And with that, she moved to pat Tatianna’s shoulder, and pointed her toward the door that had just been breached. “Plug it.” Basically the order to just hold the shield against the door frame, so the bulletproof shield would cover the entire entrance, and allow them safety from that opening. “Igrek has the hallway.” She told her. Igrek being the Russian version of ‘Yankee’ for Y.
The entire performance, while not being what she had been used to in the KGB, or what Sonechka had observed from her comrades in the Spetsnaz, could still be seen as a flow. Even if one of them had taken a round. That ‘one’ being on the floor up against some locker, with the medic over her shoulder. And, despite the doctor’s orders, she continued to try and shift to see what was happening. “You got it? Getting the bullet out?” She kept asking. “Tell me how it is, Doc!” Amazing this woman had served in spec ops.
Luca just shook her head at this, and with the hallway covered by their sniper on a nearby rooftop, and the shield having orders to cover, she went to her stealth operator to raise a hand, and grip at her reflective cloak, “Why… the hell are you naked?” She sighed, tugging at part of the cloak to cover the woman. “Didn’t I see you leave with your tactical gear? Dammit-- Doc! When you’re done with Sonechka, check one of those lockers for-” There was a sudden flop in the doorway Luca had said didn’t need to be worried about. The hallway. She dismissed that quickly. “See if there’s some… bandages or something… to cover Sasha up.” She let out a distressed sigh.
Kamizombie
Feb 9 2019, 7:25am | Report
The moment Luca patted her shoulder, Tatianna turned to address her commander. Silently, she nodded and complied with the orders. Hunching over the shield, she planted it quickly against the door and held her position firmly. While there thankfully wasn’t anyone coming quite yet, the frontline remained alert and facing the entrance.
Within the room, knelt over Sonechka, Nikita had already pulled down Sonechka’s coat and undershirt down to inspect and work on the wound. Precision movements carefully and surgically dug in to try and reach the bullet that had embedded into Sonechka’s shoulder. However, she suddenly stopped, reaching with one of her hands to press firmly against Sonechka’s cheek. “I said hold. The fuck. Still.” She growled in frustation as she pulled the bullet out and began to stitch up the wound next.
She’d almost finished when she heard ‘Overlord’ behind her admonishing their stealth operator. “All due respect, Ma’am, we’re in the middle of a fucking war zone. I don’t think the MP is gonna exactly care if her bits are showing.” Nikita remarked, trying her best to be respectful in her frank outburst. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time wrapping stealth operator, stealth being the key word in that statement.
Sasha, on the other hand, simply looked curiously towards her senior. Her head tilted, but her lips slowly formed a smile... almost a deliciously smug grin. “Ma’am, I am wearing my gear.” She mused as she opened up her stealth cloak. Sure enough, she had all her gear worn between her belt and her open vest. However, there wasn’t exactly much else to go along with it, and the woman proudly displayed her naked body, including her small yet perky breasts and shaven little slit.
She flushed heavily as a soft breath escaped her lips. “Am I being naughty, ma’am? Everyone can see me so exposed!~” She cooed, almost with a taunting moan in her throat as she said so. There was even a faint vibration coming from her body as she said so. Luca was in for a rough assignment...
SmileyChesh
Feb 15 2019, 11:00am
Luca flinched away when she heard the girl speak, and the indecent noises she made. Five years in the KGB, and this is what broke the poor operator. Her right hand remained off its rifle, fist gripping tightly to hold herself back from smacking the girl. Nikita had pretty much saved Sasha, by grabbing Luca's attention. She turned with a deep exhale, to see her old comrade finally cooperating. She kept her head to the side, out of Nikita's way, one arm holding the other, just below the wound so Nikita would have a place to press her hand if she needed the stability while also holding herself still.
While Sonechka was pouting from her scolding from the doctor, 'Overlord' made her way to peek out the hallway, where the opp-for Nikita had pointed out to her was still trying to figure out a way past their sniper. One had risen to take a shot at her head poked out, only to be punished with a round to the head, knocking off his helmet. He was lucky for his gear to save him, but it had reminded him and his comrades to stay on their altitude. "A warzone?" Luca questioned as she pulled herself right back in. "I wouldn't call it that. Right now we're in control, and Yuri will let us know the moment we lose it. Which, will be soon. So... is Sonechka good to go?"
The blonde did look up to their medic with puppy-dog eyes. A look of pleading, wanting to get right back into the fight. Whatever happened in the Spetsnaz special forces unit that made soldiers relieved to finally retire... Didn't seem to apply to Sonechka. She still had a fire in her veins.
"Well, if we're almost ready..." Luca sighed, "Tatianna, let's get moving. The others will catch up." She commanded, ready to leave Nikita and Sonechka behind. "Sasha, I need you to jam and rig the doors." standard procedure for them. Make sure nobody could get in behind them, and if they tried, punish them with explosives. "Right now, they're all in that stairwell, figuring out where to go from here..." She mumbled on, while approaching Sonechka. Despite her stitching, she began shifting through Sonechka's gear, to grab out one of the two frag grenades the woman held on hand. This would give time for Tatianna to move into position to be ready to move. "The number one rule of warfare..." She pulled the pin, held her palm over the safety, and made her way back toward the entrance. Palm off the safety, a count to two, and she finally YOTE THAT SHIT into the stairwell. And with that, she raised her rifle, and waited for the shield carrier to take point, so they could move on clearing the basement.
Kamizombie
Feb 19 2019, 10:16am | Report
Tatianna nodded firmly when Luca gave the order. Gripping her shield, she got into position just in front of the doorway they were heading into. She could see the men below, but that didn't daunt her from plugging the door and ensuring that everyone in the stairway stayed within.
Sasha smirked devilish as she giggled. "Understood, ma'am." She mused as she turned towards the doorways, beginning to jam and rig the doors according to procedure. To do this, she pulled a device form her belt that both acted as a doorbolt and explosive. Once in place at both doors, she turned back to Luca, giving a sly look of amusment before closing her reflective camo cloak entirely to disappear. In all likelihood, they wouldn't see her until the next shoot out.
Nikita was hurrying as best she could to stitch Sonechka's wound up. Thankfully, just as Luca grabbed the grenade, Nikita cut the last of the time and wrapped a bandage as quick as possible. "Good." She said before standing up. "You do something that reckless again, I will personally drag your ass back to base."
The explosion shook the facility, and their pointman stood her ground against it. The fiery burst did nothing to shake her, and she waited for Luca's next order. Nikita stood slightly behind, readying her her pistol, but staying in the middle of the formation. They were ready to move.
SmileyChesh
Feb 20 2019, 11:15am
Luca shifted in discomfort at Sasha's grin, and it didn't sit any better with her that the girl was out of sight. It stuck in her head that she was still around. Naked. Watching them. Meanwhile, as Nikita finished patching Sonechka, the former Spetsnaz lept to her feet, like a child ready to get back on the playground with her friends. A hand slipped down the ballistics mask, decorated with her own personalized laughing skull, while the other hand slung her shotgun forward, injured hand on the trigger, left hand bracing herself for the kick. Ready for action.
Once the stairwell was blown, Luca gently applied pressure to Titannia's back plating, encouraging her to move on. She had taken position directly behind the shield. And, just as before, the moment the formation made any progress past the doorway to allow passage around the shield... Sonechka slipped right on past Luca, around the shield, gripped the stairwell guard rail, and vaulted over it to the flight below. Right into the heat of the action once more.
In reaction to this, of course Luca encouraged faster movement from their gentle giant. "We have one more floor... between Yuri and Sonechka, I'm actually pretty confident they have this floor pretty well under wraps..." poor Nikita. All her work, and what had it been shown? The lack of gratitude.
"Overlord..." a softened voice came over their headsets. "Chaos just-"
"We're aware. Watch her back. We're making up for the time we lost tending her wounds." Luca answered, pressing their march.
Kamizombie
Feb 28 2019, 6:35am | Report
The second Titianna’s back was nudged, she got the memo real quick. In a slow but steady fashion, she began to move forward. The line formation of the phalanx likely a tedious process for Sonechka anyway. Due to her implants and modifications, Titianna was built like a tank and moved about as slow as one too. It was a rather arduous process in general, but it kept the group safe as long as they hid behind their sturdy post.
The moment that Chaos jumped over the railing downward, Nikita’s eyes went wide. She didn’t get visibly upset, instead merely pausing as she watched the loose cannon rush off. “Ma’am... Permission to shove my foot up Sonechka’s ass...” She uttered, trying her best to keep up with the formation of now three people.
As they got down, Titianna braced for whatever she was about to find down there. Though she was stoic and not amazing with her gun accuracy, she could at least hold a line.
SmileyChesh
Mar 5 2019, 1:37pm
Luca took a deep breath herself, to keep the frustration from affecting her own performance. "Sadly... permission denied. Though... she'll need some patching up after this, I imagine. Feel free to... 'reserve medication' in skimping her on pain meds."
As the line got to the lower floor, they'd find one door one its hinges, several stray shotgun blasts having left holes in the walls, exposing the steel rebar inside. Chunks shredded off from either automatic weapons' spray, or the iconic knick from Sonechka's CZ sidearm. A few splatters through a VP's(as Vi confirmed they're called in Russia) helmet and out the back had confirmed their sniper's support, likely saving Sonechka's life at least once. A scatter of char and shrapnel told of Sonechka's other frag, likely having been what she used to open up on this floor. In the middle of all this mess, Sonechka had a VIP on his stomach, arm held behind his back, under one of her knees, the other firmly stationed on the floor beside him. An elbow planted in his back held down his upper half. His helmet laid aside, and his other arm had been held at an incredibly uncomfortable position. "Come on! Say it! Say you're sorry!" She was shouting at the poor man, who despite her demands, had been gagged by the creative use of one of the armoury's now unaccounted for frag grenades. The pin loose, and only his mouth holding the safety. Sonechka had happened to take a couple of rounds in all of this, likely being what had earned the man this treatment. Though... those rounds were evident on her ballistics vest. In the form of two silver patches... from the steel plate inside. She had come out of this unharmed, luckily.
With the man in tears, Luca gently nudged Titannia on to the next portion of the stairwell, "I think she's got everyone, but... let's just... move on to the next floor... make sure everything's okay... before we start looting." She did cringe, and look to Nikita however. "You should probably make sure Sonechka doesn't blow herself up in... whatever the hell she's doing.
Kamizombie
Mar 21 2019, 6:26am | Report
As they got down to the woeful site, Nikita couldn’t help but groan. “I’m just gonna start leaving bullets in her, honestly. Not that it’ll do any good.” She muttered frustratedly as they got through the room that Sonechka had thoroughly ruined before they had even arrived.
As Luca gave the order, Titianna nodded before heading towards next entrance, plugging the door on that end while they searched for any valuable materials. Any luck, the enemy wouldn’t surprise them from the rear, but the tank could only perform one task at a time.
Nikita shrugged and shook her head, walking over to the impulsive soldier. If not for the fact she was playing with a literal grenade, Nikita would have slapped her upside the head. “Would you stop fucking around before you blow us all the fuck up?” She demanded in frustration.
In the mean time, however, someone was already quickly underway searching the room. “Oooh.” A voice seemingly came out of nowhere before a hand crept out of a reflective cloak and grabbed an object. “Luca, I think I found something!”
SmileyChesh
Mar 28 2019, 11:26am
The woman looked to Nikita, with an innocent expression. "Fucking around? Who, me?" She asked, before a smug grin spread on her lips. "Don't worry... I've got this all under control! As usual." She let go of the man's arm, so she could work toward her handgun, to put to the back of his head, while her other hand worked carefully to grip the handle inside the man's mouth, so she could remove the explosive without taking herself out with him. The two had the same interest, for him to work his tongue out with her.
While the 'explosives expert' disarmed her own bomb, Luca turned to the stealth operative, releasing a single sigh from her frustration with the berserker. "Something worth taking home?" She asked, stepping away from the previous scene to examine the girl's findings. Anything could be better than watching the catastrophe of Sonechka disarming a grenade.
Kamizombie
Apr 5 2019, 2:18pm | Report
Sasha smirked as she placed a data disc in her commander's hands. "No clue, but it looks shiny enough to hold on to." She mused confidently. Her turn to face Luca, opening the cloak in the process to make an ever present reminder the girl was still very much naked on this mission. "Though, maybe it's a trap. I don't see why they'd leaving something like it just laying around."
In the mean time, Nikita made an exaggerated roll of her eyes as she stepped back from the explosives experts. "If you blow off your legs, I'm getting Lana to replace them with plywood." She threatened warningly. Not that Lana would listen, of course.
"Please, you gotta replace them with dildos." Sasha chimed from across the room. "That way, it'll actually be humiliating!"
Nikita shrugged. "Nobody asked!" She bit as she turned back to Sonechka, still working on the grenade. "Besides, I don't think you have any humility..."
Titianna sighed inwardly, slinking her shoulders at the group's rambling on what she believed was quite an important mission. The faster they got home, the better for the shy titan.
SmileyChesh
Apr 6 2019, 7:23pm
Luca's gloved fingers gently held the disk. She examined the reflective side, letting her eyes read off small bytes of the code at the time, to try and understand what it was. "Probably not a trap. This is an armoury." She quickly responded. Her eyes did glance up just in time to see the open cloak. There was a deep sigh, but she decided not to comment since she had other distractions. Her hands instead worked to fish out a small casing for the disk, from her tactical pouch on her left-hand side.
"Ew... alright, first off..." The berserker carefully wiggled a hair pin from her pouch into the handle to disarm the explosive, "I'm not going to blow my legs off..." She gave a gentle toss, rolling the grenade off just in case. Didn't want to put it back in her own vest. "Second, I'd get geared out like Yuri, or these other two..." She waved her finger to the two experimental abominations.
Luca finally had enough herself. "Hey! Novikov. Secure your prisoner, get off your ass, and go collect ammunition. Shelepov? Take a look through first aid supplies, see if there's anything worth taking." With that order, Sonechka dragged herself off the man, and him with her to a steel bench to zip-tie his wrists to the posts there. Turned to follow Sasha's lead in digging for digital treasures. "Vasilyev. Assess, and give us a curfew." She ordered as she got to work.
For the entire group, be it the holographic ear-pieces they wore, or the cornea implants, a timer would project in the corners of their sight. How much time they would have left, based on the danger assessment from their team's sniper.
Kamizombie
Apr 18 2019, 7:41am | Report
Nikita shrugged and shook her head, already having had enough of Sonechka’s bullshit for one day. Resigning herself to the commander’s orders, she quickly looked through the first aid and any medial equipment. Thankfully, the team sustained almost no injuries during their entire excursion. Still, too many medical supplies never hurt anyone.
Once the timers had been set, Katin smiled, her ocular implants highlighting the time to her quite clearly. “Oh, more than enough time for a few detours.” She mused as she looked to Overlord. “Need me to flank the next room, commander?”
Titianna remained at the door they were heading to next. While her eyes displayed the timer, she wouldn’t dare move until Overlord gave the call forward. A soft sigh escaped her lips, about to relax herself into a formation until a sudden bullet grazed the tip of her shield. Her muscles and tightened as she grabbed her pistol, angling the shield ever so slightly to prevent a lucky shot towards her head or her teammates. Everyone should have heard that round, so Titianna thankfully didn’t need to call out.
“We got company.” Sasha announced anyway, wrapping the reflective cloak around herself as she prepared to move. “Overwatch, gimme an angle!”
SmileyChesh
Apr 19 2019, 10:39am
Luca eyed the stealth operator hesitantly, "I don't think we should press our good fortune. Lets just take what we can here and-" she immediately turned at the sound of the shot. A small curse escaped her lips as she adjusted her rifle, and raised it on her way behind the shielded giant.
"N-A on the lower levels." Yuri immediately answered. "I'll give them a distraction." As far as their support sniper went, N-A referred to 'Negative on angle' as in lacking an angle. The rounds went off, tearing into an unfinished wall on the bottom floor, allowing ricochets to remind the opp-for of the dangerous sniper's presence. Even if she couldn't make confident shots to take someone out, wild ricochets at the stairwell area on their level would still be very dangerous.
With the sniper and stealth op seeming to have some coordination going, Overlord worked a position behind Titannia to get her rifle through one of the breaks in the shield. "When I give the order, we're going to start moving back." She whispered to the gentle giant. She didn't want to keep her in too heated of fights, and risk her getting injured. She still saw Katin and Dementyev as children, comparatively.
While Yuri had her blind but controlled contribution, Luca had her calm command, Sasha seemed to have her own plans... Sonechka moved her ballistic mask back on, and went to a corner with her shotgun, away from the others while she fired it into the flooring. Once confirmed it would give, she moved on to do this a few other places. "Sasha, your ass better be up here." She called out, right before tossing one of the riot control gas grenades between the steel barring of the opened flooring, into the level below. Nonlethal, but the oppfor's eyes would be watering.
The timer had started at six minutes. By the time the shot went off, and they got organized to start their retaliation, the timer had reached four minutes.
Kamizombie
May 1 2019, 7:56am | Report
Titianna nodded calmly and prepared to move back once Overlord gave the call. The giant woman held her shield firm. When Luca did give the signal, Titianna put herself at the forefront of where they need to be. She hadn't fired a bullet this entire time, but the pacifist was surprisingly calm and collected.
With the others preparing to move, Nikita paused as she let out a soft breath, doing her best to still her beating heart. While Nikita had been with the group the longest, she didn't exactly start as a soldier, and all her combat training came afterwards. As such, she could only grip her rifle and narrow her eyes as she prepped behind Sonechka.
"Present and accounted for!" Sasha's voice came once Sonechka asked about her. She didn't reveal herself, but it was enough to ensure that Sonechka wasn't going to blow her up. However, the fact she *didn't* reveal herself was probably more concerning.
SmileyChesh
May 4 2019, 8:51am
Sonechka came to blow another hole in the floor closer to the stairwell, and immediately shoved her barrel down the barring to stagger the people underneath with a shot from above. She backed away immediately after, and Luca finally gave the signal, stepping herself back with the shielded giant.
A lot of this seemed random, but the cornea implants likely all of them had could show the designator of Yuri's rifle. While she had no angle on the floor beneath them, she could see into their floor, to the stairwell. The moment they pushed up the stairs to escape the gas below, and to push the retreat, Luca fired her rifle. The second man to push through was met with a sniper round, and so on. There had been maybe four on the floor below, and their tactic quickly disposed of all of them. Retreating allowed Luca to stay behind the shield cover, and the protected sniper could ensure they didn't get close enough to grab at Titianna.
It was after this was dealt with, and Sonechka called a 'clear well' that Luca looked around, raising a brow. "Katin?" She pulled away from Titianna, giving her a hefty pat on the shoulder. "Katin, are you done scavenging?" She had expected her to be nearby, but not seeing her did worry the op, especially in firefights even if they were one-sided. She didn't want a stray bullet hitting her.
Kamizombie
May 12 2019, 9:24am | Report
Before Luca could even react, a hand came seemingly out of nowhere, holding up four more discs in its hands. “Done!” Sasha chimed, her head appearing as she looked up from the reflective cloak. Just where she managed to find the additional discs was beyond anyone.
Nikita shrugged, staying near the center of the group, ready to assist when needed. Though she was decently trained, a firefight was not her forte. “If we’re done, let’s get out of here as soon as possible. They aren’t exactly gonna wait on you to finish scavenging, Katin.” She insisted, gripping her rifle as she remained on edge.
Sasha shrugged and let out a beaming grin. “Relax! So far, these idiots can’t hit the broadside of a barn, let alone my cute ass.” She teased as she momentarily remained with the group.
Titianna rolled her eyes. For the moment, they were safe, and she relaxed slightly, lowering her shield as they continued their way outside the compound in order to head back to base. Mission success, unless there was an ambush waiting outside. Her eyes turned to Luca, wondering if there were any final orders before they hitched a ride out of here back to base.
Jan 9 2019, 2:14pm
At the peak of genetic selection and cybernetics on the rise, a new race has started between the nations. A third world war is just around the corner. With new weapons being manufactured, and a whole new type of soldier being deployed daily, resources have quickly become depleted. Recycling efforts make up the entirety of sustainability and allow civilians their comfy lives. In the midst of this, the nations are preparing to take to the various satellites. Lunar colonies. Mars colonies. Making attempts to efficiently erect self-sustaining structures to be inhabited by the majority of those waiting on Earth.
A common practice, sacrificing less desirable population to improve the future generations. Using them to experiment in the background, hidden from public eyes. The results of these practices will help cybernetics improve, and the designer babies will benefit from the torment of these less valuable individuals. Better stamina. 20/20 vision. Stronger immune system. The results justify the means. Especially given the genetic inferiorities most of these governments focus on.
However, in Russia, their lead in genetics results from their very broad criteria… What the government does is little known. However, it is very openly known what’s illegal. Homosexuality, for one. This has led to the majority of their experimentation. For affected families, it has also been the strongest press for resistance. In response, specialized MP divisions have been assigned to areas where arrests are high, to maintain obedience.
A knock came to the door of an improvised MP armory. Just as the handle turned from the soldier on the other side, a thick boot shoved it in, with surprising force. The soldier was taken by surprise and disoriented, in time for the assaulter to raise her old modified CZ-75 SP-01 handgun, and click the age-conditioned two 9mm rounds into the victim’s throat and chin. Her eyes never even met the man. The hand seemed to move on its own consciousness of the world. Silver eyes behind a painted ballistic mask scanned to the left, as the man to her right fell, not even having had time to reach for his own sidearm. Clearing her left, her eyes moved on forward. The whole world moved slowly to her. Her first casual steps forward allowed her mobile cover of an ally to slip in behind her, and take her breach into a proper mobilization through the hallways.
The following minute, the small group pressed, cleaning through the halls with ease. The shield in front allowed them to pass through corridors safely, while that silver-eyed, masked huntress kept the barrel of her tactical shotgun aimed angled against the side of their moving-wall’s shoulder, to blow away anyone hiding in the side rooms to lank the shield. However, rather usual of the warrior, she got impatient with this slow push. The pistol was once again drawn, and the combat shotgun allowed to hang. Just as the next burst of rounds thunked off their line’s shield, she peeked around that cover, and once again, clicked off another pair of rounds, and once again into another down the way they were marching. One round had clipped the plate and managed a non-lethal hit, the other hitting the plate rather solid. Allowing the soldier to take advantage of Sonechka’s confidence. A round was fired back, flicking a splotch of red off the female’s shoulder. This was responded to with another two rounds at the man, actually finishing him this time.
Her anger got the better of her, and their unit would have to catch up with her, as she marched on forward to where the man had been taking cover and proceeded to unload the remaining twelve rounds in her gun into the body already starting to bleed out. “Dammit.” She finally swore, flicking her trigger finger up to release the now-empty clip into her free hand, to store for re-filling later. Her favorite model of the CZ had long stopped manufacturing. 9x19mm ammunition was still pretty common, but she needed to save the actual clips. “Nikita!” The woman shouted behind her ballistic mask. After reloading the gun, she touched the wet area and examined the red before lifting her mask. “Nikita, dammit! I’ve been hit!” She continued to shout and growl into the still-active combat zone. She just expected the situation to mold to fit her sudden inconvenience. Even despite this apparent mindset, her injured arm raised cleanly to once again, tap two more into a soldier who had taken her cries for a medic to try and surprise her. “Fuck me!” She cried just as the habitual rounds went off. One hit its mark, the other embedded itself in the wall somewhere above, since her shoulder’s pain had denied her control of the recoil. She held the shoulder and began retreating to her likely approaching allies. Where the medic could actually work.
Kamizombie
Jan 29 2019, 4:47pm | Report
The ensuing skirmish across the compound was beginning to come to life as more and more MP forces heard the gunshots. It likely wouldn't be long until the remainder of the adversary was either on top of them or evacuating. Much as they needed to move quickly, Nikita, the medical officer, couldn't help but groan over the comm line between them. "Of course you've been hit, you bullheaded fuck." She admonished the blonde harshly. "It's what happens when you break formation!"
Shrugging again, she looked to Tatianna, their respective frontline. "Move! We gotta get to her before she's flanked again." Nikita insisted quickly, narrowing her eyes. Though, it was difficult to read the imposing woman's expression, Tatianna nodded in approval and shuffled as she quickly as she could to Sonechka's position. Once there, she firmly planted the shield in front of the girl.
Nikita knelt down in front of Sonechka, pulling her medical kit pack off of her back as she looked at Sonechka firmly in the eye. "Hold still." She insisted before focusing her attention to the wound before beginning to patch it up.
Tatianna held firm as her eyes glanced in every direction, trying to avoid being flanked in the compound. To the right, however, a door flung open as another soldier began to raise his gun. However, before he could get off a shot, a hand suddenly appeared seemingly out of the blue, grabbing hold of the muzzle to keep it forced down. Before the soldier had a chance to retaliate, a second hand brandishing a pistol raised up, shooting him straight through the skull.
The man dropped dead as the figure pulled off the 'hood' to her reflective camo cloak, revealing a short girl with strawberry blonde figure who placed a hand on her... naked... hip. "Sure kept me waiting." The girl mused with a smug teasing smile on her lips.
SmileyChesh
Jan 29 2019, 7:38pm
Luca had come in the back of the back, having been originally in the position of walking backwards at the back of the line, to cover their rear. When things got set up in the room, Luca lagged just behind the shield carrier. Their leader under the callsign ‘Overlord’, flinched quickly at the door slamming open, and swung her AK to spray the man, but seeing Sasha had joined the active combat, she left her attention back to the proper concerns. Her rifle aimed down the hallway they had just come from, knowing that a stairwell would allow the people above who had heard the shooting, to come that way and flank them. A click from her rifle noted a signal had gone off, for their cybernetically enhanced comrade off the field. And with that, she moved to pat Tatianna’s shoulder, and pointed her toward the door that had just been breached. “Plug it.” Basically the order to just hold the shield against the door frame, so the bulletproof shield would cover the entire entrance, and allow them safety from that opening. “Igrek has the hallway.” She told her. Igrek being the Russian version of ‘Yankee’ for Y.
The entire performance, while not being what she had been used to in the KGB, or what Sonechka had observed from her comrades in the Spetsnaz, could still be seen as a flow. Even if one of them had taken a round. That ‘one’ being on the floor up against some locker, with the medic over her shoulder. And, despite the doctor’s orders, she continued to try and shift to see what was happening. “You got it? Getting the bullet out?” She kept asking. “Tell me how it is, Doc!” Amazing this woman had served in spec ops.
Luca just shook her head at this, and with the hallway covered by their sniper on a nearby rooftop, and the shield having orders to cover, she went to her stealth operator to raise a hand, and grip at her reflective cloak, “Why… the hell are you naked?” She sighed, tugging at part of the cloak to cover the woman. “Didn’t I see you leave with your tactical gear? Dammit-- Doc! When you’re done with Sonechka, check one of those lockers for-” There was a sudden flop in the doorway Luca had said didn’t need to be worried about. The hallway. She dismissed that quickly. “See if there’s some… bandages or something… to cover Sasha up.” She let out a distressed sigh.
Kamizombie
Feb 9 2019, 7:25am | Report
The moment Luca patted her shoulder, Tatianna turned to address her commander. Silently, she nodded and complied with the orders. Hunching over the shield, she planted it quickly against the door and held her position firmly. While there thankfully wasn’t anyone coming quite yet, the frontline remained alert and facing the entrance.
Within the room, knelt over Sonechka, Nikita had already pulled down Sonechka’s coat and undershirt down to inspect and work on the wound. Precision movements carefully and surgically dug in to try and reach the bullet that had embedded into Sonechka’s shoulder. However, she suddenly stopped, reaching with one of her hands to press firmly against Sonechka’s cheek. “I said hold. The fuck. Still.” She growled in frustation as she pulled the bullet out and began to stitch up the wound next.
She’d almost finished when she heard ‘Overlord’ behind her admonishing their stealth operator. “All due respect, Ma’am, we’re in the middle of a fucking war zone. I don’t think the MP is gonna exactly care if her bits are showing.” Nikita remarked, trying her best to be respectful in her frank outburst. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time wrapping stealth operator, stealth being the key word in that statement.
Sasha, on the other hand, simply looked curiously towards her senior. Her head tilted, but her lips slowly formed a smile... almost a deliciously smug grin. “Ma’am, I am wearing my gear.” She mused as she opened up her stealth cloak. Sure enough, she had all her gear worn between her belt and her open vest. However, there wasn’t exactly much else to go along with it, and the woman proudly displayed her naked body, including her small yet perky breasts and shaven little slit.
She flushed heavily as a soft breath escaped her lips. “Am I being naughty, ma’am? Everyone can see me so exposed!~” She cooed, almost with a taunting moan in her throat as she said so. There was even a faint vibration coming from her body as she said so. Luca was in for a rough assignment...
SmileyChesh
Feb 15 2019, 11:00am
Luca flinched away when she heard the girl speak, and the indecent noises she made. Five years in the KGB, and this is what broke the poor operator. Her right hand remained off its rifle, fist gripping tightly to hold herself back from smacking the girl. Nikita had pretty much saved Sasha, by grabbing Luca's attention. She turned with a deep exhale, to see her old comrade finally cooperating. She kept her head to the side, out of Nikita's way, one arm holding the other, just below the wound so Nikita would have a place to press her hand if she needed the stability while also holding herself still.
While Sonechka was pouting from her scolding from the doctor, 'Overlord' made her way to peek out the hallway, where the opp-for Nikita had pointed out to her was still trying to figure out a way past their sniper. One had risen to take a shot at her head poked out, only to be punished with a round to the head, knocking off his helmet. He was lucky for his gear to save him, but it had reminded him and his comrades to stay on their altitude. "A warzone?" Luca questioned as she pulled herself right back in. "I wouldn't call it that. Right now we're in control, and Yuri will let us know the moment we lose it. Which, will be soon. So... is Sonechka good to go?"
The blonde did look up to their medic with puppy-dog eyes. A look of pleading, wanting to get right back into the fight. Whatever happened in the Spetsnaz special forces unit that made soldiers relieved to finally retire... Didn't seem to apply to Sonechka. She still had a fire in her veins.
"Well, if we're almost ready..." Luca sighed, "Tatianna, let's get moving. The others will catch up." She commanded, ready to leave Nikita and Sonechka behind. "Sasha, I need you to jam and rig the doors." standard procedure for them. Make sure nobody could get in behind them, and if they tried, punish them with explosives. "Right now, they're all in that stairwell, figuring out where to go from here..." She mumbled on, while approaching Sonechka. Despite her stitching, she began shifting through Sonechka's gear, to grab out one of the two frag grenades the woman held on hand. This would give time for Tatianna to move into position to be ready to move. "The number one rule of warfare..." She pulled the pin, held her palm over the safety, and made her way back toward the entrance. Palm off the safety, a count to two, and she finally YOTE THAT SHIT into the stairwell. And with that, she raised her rifle, and waited for the shield carrier to take point, so they could move on clearing the basement.
Kamizombie
Feb 19 2019, 10:16am | Report
Tatianna nodded firmly when Luca gave the order. Gripping her shield, she got into position just in front of the doorway they were heading into. She could see the men below, but that didn't daunt her from plugging the door and ensuring that everyone in the stairway stayed within.
Sasha smirked devilish as she giggled. "Understood, ma'am." She mused as she turned towards the doorways, beginning to jam and rig the doors according to procedure. To do this, she pulled a device form her belt that both acted as a doorbolt and explosive. Once in place at both doors, she turned back to Luca, giving a sly look of amusment before closing her reflective camo cloak entirely to disappear. In all likelihood, they wouldn't see her until the next shoot out.
Nikita was hurrying as best she could to stitch Sonechka's wound up. Thankfully, just as Luca grabbed the grenade, Nikita cut the last of the time and wrapped a bandage as quick as possible. "Good." She said before standing up. "You do something that reckless again, I will personally drag your ass back to base."
The explosion shook the facility, and their pointman stood her ground against it. The fiery burst did nothing to shake her, and she waited for Luca's next order. Nikita stood slightly behind, readying her her pistol, but staying in the middle of the formation. They were ready to move.
SmileyChesh
Feb 20 2019, 11:15am
Luca shifted in discomfort at Sasha's grin, and it didn't sit any better with her that the girl was out of sight. It stuck in her head that she was still around. Naked. Watching them. Meanwhile, as Nikita finished patching Sonechka, the former Spetsnaz lept to her feet, like a child ready to get back on the playground with her friends. A hand slipped down the ballistics mask, decorated with her own personalized laughing skull, while the other hand slung her shotgun forward, injured hand on the trigger, left hand bracing herself for the kick. Ready for action.
Once the stairwell was blown, Luca gently applied pressure to Titannia's back plating, encouraging her to move on. She had taken position directly behind the shield. And, just as before, the moment the formation made any progress past the doorway to allow passage around the shield... Sonechka slipped right on past Luca, around the shield, gripped the stairwell guard rail, and vaulted over it to the flight below. Right into the heat of the action once more.
In reaction to this, of course Luca encouraged faster movement from their gentle giant. "We have one more floor... between Yuri and Sonechka, I'm actually pretty confident they have this floor pretty well under wraps..." poor Nikita. All her work, and what had it been shown? The lack of gratitude.
"Overlord..." a softened voice came over their headsets. "Chaos just-"
"We're aware. Watch her back. We're making up for the time we lost tending her wounds." Luca answered, pressing their march.
Kamizombie
Feb 28 2019, 6:35am | Report
The second Titianna’s back was nudged, she got the memo real quick. In a slow but steady fashion, she began to move forward. The line formation of the phalanx likely a tedious process for Sonechka anyway. Due to her implants and modifications, Titianna was built like a tank and moved about as slow as one too. It was a rather arduous process in general, but it kept the group safe as long as they hid behind their sturdy post.
The moment that Chaos jumped over the railing downward, Nikita’s eyes went wide. She didn’t get visibly upset, instead merely pausing as she watched the loose cannon rush off. “Ma’am... Permission to shove my foot up Sonechka’s ass...” She uttered, trying her best to keep up with the formation of now three people.
As they got down, Titianna braced for whatever she was about to find down there. Though she was stoic and not amazing with her gun accuracy, she could at least hold a line.
SmileyChesh
Mar 5 2019, 1:37pm
Luca took a deep breath herself, to keep the frustration from affecting her own performance. "Sadly... permission denied. Though... she'll need some patching up after this, I imagine. Feel free to... 'reserve medication' in skimping her on pain meds."
As the line got to the lower floor, they'd find one door one its hinges, several stray shotgun blasts having left holes in the walls, exposing the steel rebar inside. Chunks shredded off from either automatic weapons' spray, or the iconic knick from Sonechka's CZ sidearm. A few splatters through a VP's(as Vi confirmed they're called in Russia) helmet and out the back had confirmed their sniper's support, likely saving Sonechka's life at least once. A scatter of char and shrapnel told of Sonechka's other frag, likely having been what she used to open up on this floor. In the middle of all this mess, Sonechka had a VIP on his stomach, arm held behind his back, under one of her knees, the other firmly stationed on the floor beside him. An elbow planted in his back held down his upper half. His helmet laid aside, and his other arm had been held at an incredibly uncomfortable position. "Come on! Say it! Say you're sorry!" She was shouting at the poor man, who despite her demands, had been gagged by the creative use of one of the armoury's now unaccounted for frag grenades. The pin loose, and only his mouth holding the safety. Sonechka had happened to take a couple of rounds in all of this, likely being what had earned the man this treatment. Though... those rounds were evident on her ballistics vest. In the form of two silver patches... from the steel plate inside. She had come out of this unharmed, luckily.
With the man in tears, Luca gently nudged Titannia on to the next portion of the stairwell, "I think she's got everyone, but... let's just... move on to the next floor... make sure everything's okay... before we start looting." She did cringe, and look to Nikita however. "You should probably make sure Sonechka doesn't blow herself up in... whatever the hell she's doing.
Kamizombie
Mar 21 2019, 6:26am | Report
As they got down to the woeful site, Nikita couldn’t help but groan. “I’m just gonna start leaving bullets in her, honestly. Not that it’ll do any good.” She muttered frustratedly as they got through the room that Sonechka had thoroughly ruined before they had even arrived.
As Luca gave the order, Titianna nodded before heading towards next entrance, plugging the door on that end while they searched for any valuable materials. Any luck, the enemy wouldn’t surprise them from the rear, but the tank could only perform one task at a time.
Nikita shrugged and shook her head, walking over to the impulsive soldier. If not for the fact she was playing with a literal grenade, Nikita would have slapped her upside the head. “Would you stop fucking around before you blow us all the fuck up?” She demanded in frustration.
In the mean time, however, someone was already quickly underway searching the room. “Oooh.” A voice seemingly came out of nowhere before a hand crept out of a reflective cloak and grabbed an object. “Luca, I think I found something!”
SmileyChesh
Mar 28 2019, 11:26am
The woman looked to Nikita, with an innocent expression. "Fucking around? Who, me?" She asked, before a smug grin spread on her lips. "Don't worry... I've got this all under control! As usual." She let go of the man's arm, so she could work toward her handgun, to put to the back of his head, while her other hand worked carefully to grip the handle inside the man's mouth, so she could remove the explosive without taking herself out with him. The two had the same interest, for him to work his tongue out with her.
While the 'explosives expert' disarmed her own bomb, Luca turned to the stealth operative, releasing a single sigh from her frustration with the berserker. "Something worth taking home?" She asked, stepping away from the previous scene to examine the girl's findings. Anything could be better than watching the catastrophe of Sonechka disarming a grenade.
Kamizombie
Apr 5 2019, 2:18pm | Report
Sasha smirked as she placed a data disc in her commander's hands. "No clue, but it looks shiny enough to hold on to." She mused confidently. Her turn to face Luca, opening the cloak in the process to make an ever present reminder the girl was still very much naked on this mission. "Though, maybe it's a trap. I don't see why they'd leaving something like it just laying around."
In the mean time, Nikita made an exaggerated roll of her eyes as she stepped back from the explosives experts. "If you blow off your legs, I'm getting Lana to replace them with plywood." She threatened warningly. Not that Lana would listen, of course.
"Please, you gotta replace them with dildos." Sasha chimed from across the room. "That way, it'll actually be humiliating!"
Nikita shrugged. "Nobody asked!" She bit as she turned back to Sonechka, still working on the grenade. "Besides, I don't think you have any humility..."
Titianna sighed inwardly, slinking her shoulders at the group's rambling on what she believed was quite an important mission. The faster they got home, the better for the shy titan.
SmileyChesh
Apr 6 2019, 7:23pm
Luca's gloved fingers gently held the disk. She examined the reflective side, letting her eyes read off small bytes of the code at the time, to try and understand what it was. "Probably not a trap. This is an armoury." She quickly responded. Her eyes did glance up just in time to see the open cloak. There was a deep sigh, but she decided not to comment since she had other distractions. Her hands instead worked to fish out a small casing for the disk, from her tactical pouch on her left-hand side.
"Ew... alright, first off..." The berserker carefully wiggled a hair pin from her pouch into the handle to disarm the explosive, "I'm not going to blow my legs off..." She gave a gentle toss, rolling the grenade off just in case. Didn't want to put it back in her own vest. "Second, I'd get geared out like Yuri, or these other two..." She waved her finger to the two experimental abominations.
Luca finally had enough herself. "Hey! Novikov. Secure your prisoner, get off your ass, and go collect ammunition. Shelepov? Take a look through first aid supplies, see if there's anything worth taking." With that order, Sonechka dragged herself off the man, and him with her to a steel bench to zip-tie his wrists to the posts there. Turned to follow Sasha's lead in digging for digital treasures. "Vasilyev. Assess, and give us a curfew." She ordered as she got to work.
For the entire group, be it the holographic ear-pieces they wore, or the cornea implants, a timer would project in the corners of their sight. How much time they would have left, based on the danger assessment from their team's sniper.
Kamizombie
Apr 18 2019, 7:41am | Report
Nikita shrugged and shook her head, already having had enough of Sonechka’s bullshit for one day. Resigning herself to the commander’s orders, she quickly looked through the first aid and any medial equipment. Thankfully, the team sustained almost no injuries during their entire excursion. Still, too many medical supplies never hurt anyone.
Once the timers had been set, Katin smiled, her ocular implants highlighting the time to her quite clearly. “Oh, more than enough time for a few detours.” She mused as she looked to Overlord. “Need me to flank the next room, commander?”
Titianna remained at the door they were heading to next. While her eyes displayed the timer, she wouldn’t dare move until Overlord gave the call forward. A soft sigh escaped her lips, about to relax herself into a formation until a sudden bullet grazed the tip of her shield. Her muscles and tightened as she grabbed her pistol, angling the shield ever so slightly to prevent a lucky shot towards her head or her teammates. Everyone should have heard that round, so Titianna thankfully didn’t need to call out.
“We got company.” Sasha announced anyway, wrapping the reflective cloak around herself as she prepared to move. “Overwatch, gimme an angle!”
SmileyChesh
Apr 19 2019, 10:39am
Luca eyed the stealth operator hesitantly, "I don't think we should press our good fortune. Lets just take what we can here and-" she immediately turned at the sound of the shot. A small curse escaped her lips as she adjusted her rifle, and raised it on her way behind the shielded giant.
"N-A on the lower levels." Yuri immediately answered. "I'll give them a distraction." As far as their support sniper went, N-A referred to 'Negative on angle' as in lacking an angle. The rounds went off, tearing into an unfinished wall on the bottom floor, allowing ricochets to remind the opp-for of the dangerous sniper's presence. Even if she couldn't make confident shots to take someone out, wild ricochets at the stairwell area on their level would still be very dangerous.
With the sniper and stealth op seeming to have some coordination going, Overlord worked a position behind Titannia to get her rifle through one of the breaks in the shield. "When I give the order, we're going to start moving back." She whispered to the gentle giant. She didn't want to keep her in too heated of fights, and risk her getting injured. She still saw Katin and Dementyev as children, comparatively.
While Yuri had her blind but controlled contribution, Luca had her calm command, Sasha seemed to have her own plans... Sonechka moved her ballistic mask back on, and went to a corner with her shotgun, away from the others while she fired it into the flooring. Once confirmed it would give, she moved on to do this a few other places. "Sasha, your ass better be up here." She called out, right before tossing one of the riot control gas grenades between the steel barring of the opened flooring, into the level below. Nonlethal, but the oppfor's eyes would be watering.
The timer had started at six minutes. By the time the shot went off, and they got organized to start their retaliation, the timer had reached four minutes.
Kamizombie
May 1 2019, 7:56am | Report
Titianna nodded calmly and prepared to move back once Overlord gave the call. The giant woman held her shield firm. When Luca did give the signal, Titianna put herself at the forefront of where they need to be. She hadn't fired a bullet this entire time, but the pacifist was surprisingly calm and collected.
With the others preparing to move, Nikita paused as she let out a soft breath, doing her best to still her beating heart. While Nikita had been with the group the longest, she didn't exactly start as a soldier, and all her combat training came afterwards. As such, she could only grip her rifle and narrow her eyes as she prepped behind Sonechka.
"Present and accounted for!" Sasha's voice came once Sonechka asked about her. She didn't reveal herself, but it was enough to ensure that Sonechka wasn't going to blow her up. However, the fact she *didn't* reveal herself was probably more concerning.
SmileyChesh
May 4 2019, 8:51am
Sonechka came to blow another hole in the floor closer to the stairwell, and immediately shoved her barrel down the barring to stagger the people underneath with a shot from above. She backed away immediately after, and Luca finally gave the signal, stepping herself back with the shielded giant.
A lot of this seemed random, but the cornea implants likely all of them had could show the designator of Yuri's rifle. While she had no angle on the floor beneath them, she could see into their floor, to the stairwell. The moment they pushed up the stairs to escape the gas below, and to push the retreat, Luca fired her rifle. The second man to push through was met with a sniper round, and so on. There had been maybe four on the floor below, and their tactic quickly disposed of all of them. Retreating allowed Luca to stay behind the shield cover, and the protected sniper could ensure they didn't get close enough to grab at Titianna.
It was after this was dealt with, and Sonechka called a 'clear well' that Luca looked around, raising a brow. "Katin?" She pulled away from Titianna, giving her a hefty pat on the shoulder. "Katin, are you done scavenging?" She had expected her to be nearby, but not seeing her did worry the op, especially in firefights even if they were one-sided. She didn't want a stray bullet hitting her.
Kamizombie
May 12 2019, 9:24am | Report
Before Luca could even react, a hand came seemingly out of nowhere, holding up four more discs in its hands. “Done!” Sasha chimed, her head appearing as she looked up from the reflective cloak. Just where she managed to find the additional discs was beyond anyone.
Nikita shrugged, staying near the center of the group, ready to assist when needed. Though she was decently trained, a firefight was not her forte. “If we’re done, let’s get out of here as soon as possible. They aren’t exactly gonna wait on you to finish scavenging, Katin.” She insisted, gripping her rifle as she remained on edge.
Sasha shrugged and let out a beaming grin. “Relax! So far, these idiots can’t hit the broadside of a barn, let alone my cute ass.” She teased as she momentarily remained with the group.
Titianna rolled her eyes. For the moment, they were safe, and she relaxed slightly, lowering her shield as they continued their way outside the compound in order to head back to base. Mission success, unless there was an ambush waiting outside. Her eyes turned to Luca, wondering if there were any final orders before they hitched a ride out of here back to base.
Luca did feel relieved when the girl held out her spoils. She did raise and peeked around Titianna's shield, to check what she had killed. "If anyone spots any synths, speak up." She ordered, and turned away to start making her way back up to the floor they started on. "Overwatch, let Siren know to move on to the next site." She ordered over the comm.
"I'll let them know- also there is an armoured sentry two blocks down- updating clocks." The countdowns on their views shot from the five minutes they had before, to two minutes. "I'd get moving."
"Alright- quick med check, grab anything that looks useful immediately, grab the prisoner, and let's book it." Luca ordered, making her way off toward the stairs.
It had been the middle of the night, where the two could move in darkness. They'd made their ways into the apartment complex, and Shelepov would come home to light drops of red dashed over her tile, to a pair of soldiers with their backs to the dish washer of the apartment, just off to the side in the apartment. Luca would be familiar. She had her implants done through this surgeon. Luca herself had a bullet wound in her arm, opposite to the side she had Sonechka leaning against. The blonde had crimson stained all down her right side, and two tears in her left leg where bullets had knicked her. Both of their ballistic vests were riddled with silver spots, showing where the steel and kevlar had saved their lives.
Immediately upon the door opening, Luca raised her OTs-38 Stechkin silent revolver and aimed it at the doctor. Off, a bit. She could aim, but her body was exhausted, and she didn't actually want to hurt the surgeon. Sonechka had been out of commission. She leaned into the burnt kevlar of Luca's vest, barely staying conscious.
"Doc..." she groaned, as her hand fell from the weight of the revolver itself. "Sorry to barge in unannounced.." she spoke up with a wince. "We got pretty roughed up. Novikov took a few." They both had KGB patches, along with their last names.
"I'll let them know- also there is an armoured sentry two blocks down- updating clocks." The countdowns on their views shot from the five minutes they had before, to two minutes. "I'd get moving."
"Alright- quick med check, grab anything that looks useful immediately, grab the prisoner, and let's book it." Luca ordered, making her way off toward the stairs.
It had been the middle of the night, where the two could move in darkness. They'd made their ways into the apartment complex, and Shelepov would come home to light drops of red dashed over her tile, to a pair of soldiers with their backs to the dish washer of the apartment, just off to the side in the apartment. Luca would be familiar. She had her implants done through this surgeon. Luca herself had a bullet wound in her arm, opposite to the side she had Sonechka leaning against. The blonde had crimson stained all down her right side, and two tears in her left leg where bullets had knicked her. Both of their ballistic vests were riddled with silver spots, showing where the steel and kevlar had saved their lives.
Immediately upon the door opening, Luca raised her OTs-38 Stechkin silent revolver and aimed it at the doctor. Off, a bit. She could aim, but her body was exhausted, and she didn't actually want to hurt the surgeon. Sonechka had been out of commission. She leaned into the burnt kevlar of Luca's vest, barely staying conscious.
"Doc..." she groaned, as her hand fell from the weight of the revolver itself. "Sorry to barge in unannounced.." she spoke up with a wince. "We got pretty roughed up. Novikov took a few." They both had KGB patches, along with their last names.
Nikita was thankfully home that day. The quiet of her home was a much needed respite to the beeping surgical halls. She was sitting on her couch, drinking a small can of spirit to calm her nerves. With another long shift of hasty surgeries, she needed it for the time.
She had been preparing for bed sure enough, having stripped to nothing but a green sweat shirt and matching panties. The sweat shirt was long enough to cover, but she wasn’t exactly people to barge in.
So when two young women in KGB attire did barge in, Nikita practically jumped out of her skin. It certainly didn’t help that the pistol was aimed in her direction. The doc froze in terror for the moment, before they spoke up. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she stood up quick. “God fucking damnit, you just about scared the shit out of me.” She snapped irritably.
A sigh escaped her lips, and she was about to ask what was going on. However, the bloodstains and the bullet wounds were enough excuse to get to work. Nikita looked around, folding her arms under her chest. “Son of a bitch...” She muttered. “Shut the door and get on the bed. We need to be quick.”
She had been preparing for bed sure enough, having stripped to nothing but a green sweat shirt and matching panties. The sweat shirt was long enough to cover, but she wasn’t exactly people to barge in.
So when two young women in KGB attire did barge in, Nikita practically jumped out of her skin. It certainly didn’t help that the pistol was aimed in her direction. The doc froze in terror for the moment, before they spoke up. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she stood up quick. “God fucking damnit, you just about scared the shit out of me.” She snapped irritably.
A sigh escaped her lips, and she was about to ask what was going on. However, the bloodstains and the bullet wounds were enough excuse to get to work. Nikita looked around, folding her arms under her chest. “Son of a bitch...” She muttered. “Shut the door and get on the bed. We need to be quick.”
Luca had gone ahead and just left the gun on the floor. Didn't need to keep it on her around the doctor. She gave Sonechka a firm shake, to get her to wake up so she could be moved. It would be an ugly struggle for the two before finally Sonechka was on her back. Vest stripped open. Luca meanwhile slumped herself against the wall nearby.
"Really sorry to barge in on you like this, Doc..." she spoke up. "Intel op went south... you were the closest person nearby I could trust for medical help.." of course she couldn't have taken her to the usual medical facilities, wince this 'Intel op' had been against a government lab, rather than their usual assignments. Luca did out of habit start to glance around for signs of family. Pictures or the like.
Sonechka had taken a good couple shots and burns. To this doctor, the level of injuries might press her to question the woman's survival at all. All that red that had run down her side had been from a spray of lucky shrapnel. Along with her injured leg with a few marks from being skimmed by bullets, compared to the abuse her vest had taken... the back plates had nearby been displaced. One of the front ones had been completely loosened and fell out of the vest at some point. A shotgun blast had torn away all of the fabric and ripped a large hole in the fabric housing. Likely that plate's last act of protecting the woman before being dislodged. I jury wise, she wasn't too riddled. Only the few severe hits. But the vest told of a single woman against an army, in comparison to Luca. A few nicks on her own plates here and there.
As the shirt was likely torn or pulled to get at the side wound, several scars would be exposed. She did have a tattoo on her arm for the spetsnaz and VP units. A quick look at any dog tags would give her the sense of how many years she had given up to the "special investigations" team. Rounding up undesirables. Stealing away people's loved ones.
"Really sorry to barge in on you like this, Doc..." she spoke up. "Intel op went south... you were the closest person nearby I could trust for medical help.." of course she couldn't have taken her to the usual medical facilities, wince this 'Intel op' had been against a government lab, rather than their usual assignments. Luca did out of habit start to glance around for signs of family. Pictures or the like.
Sonechka had taken a good couple shots and burns. To this doctor, the level of injuries might press her to question the woman's survival at all. All that red that had run down her side had been from a spray of lucky shrapnel. Along with her injured leg with a few marks from being skimmed by bullets, compared to the abuse her vest had taken... the back plates had nearby been displaced. One of the front ones had been completely loosened and fell out of the vest at some point. A shotgun blast had torn away all of the fabric and ripped a large hole in the fabric housing. Likely that plate's last act of protecting the woman before being dislodged. I jury wise, she wasn't too riddled. Only the few severe hits. But the vest told of a single woman against an army, in comparison to Luca. A few nicks on her own plates here and there.
As the shirt was likely torn or pulled to get at the side wound, several scars would be exposed. She did have a tattoo on her arm for the spetsnaz and VP units. A quick look at any dog tags would give her the sense of how many years she had given up to the "special investigations" team. Rounding up undesirables. Stealing away people's loved ones.
The moment Sonechka was moved to the bed, Nikita did her best to wash her hands, find some sterilizing gloves, and some surgical equipment. She wasted no time in getting to work. The bullets needed to be removed and she needed to be closed up fast. Placing her kit in front of her, she made a quick examining before sharply getting to work.
It was a tense situation entirely. Nikita had steadied her breathing as much as possible, and did her best not to make more incisions than necessary. Sure enough, one at a time, bullets were pulled out from wounds and stitches were made in place.
She worked without anesthesia, but the process itself was fast. When the last wound was stitched up, Nikita finally relaxed. Stepping a step back from her work, she shook her head. "Alright, she's stable, but she lost a lot of blood." She explained, turning her attention back to Luca. "What the fuck happened?"
It was a tense situation entirely. Nikita had steadied her breathing as much as possible, and did her best not to make more incisions than necessary. Sure enough, one at a time, bullets were pulled out from wounds and stitches were made in place.
She worked without anesthesia, but the process itself was fast. When the last wound was stitched up, Nikita finally relaxed. Stepping a step back from her work, she shook her head. "Alright, she's stable, but she lost a lot of blood." She explained, turning her attention back to Luca. "What the fuck happened?"
Luca had sat aside, staying out of the way through this all to just let the doctor work. Her mind raced back over what they had just escaped. What events had led up to them being here. She finally looked up once she heard the doctor announce Sonechka was finished. She rose fully from where she had been settled, ready to try and grab her comrade away. Though, hearing her question...
"If I told you, I'd have to arrest you." she sighed. Though, the bullets she had pulled out were for government standard ARs. They hadn't been fired on with some illegally smuggled EUR guns. There was a deep sigh as she came around to the side of the bed to try and help lift Sonechka up. Though, the operator had passed out during the procedure, so she was anchored to stay for the night.
"Would you accept the answer that it was an op gone wrong?" She asked, unzipping her ballistic vest since it was made clear that Sonechka wouldn't be getting up.
"If I told you, I'd have to arrest you." she sighed. Though, the bullets she had pulled out were for government standard ARs. They hadn't been fired on with some illegally smuggled EUR guns. There was a deep sigh as she came around to the side of the bed to try and help lift Sonechka up. Though, the operator had passed out during the procedure, so she was anchored to stay for the night.
"Would you accept the answer that it was an op gone wrong?" She asked, unzipping her ballistic vest since it was made clear that Sonechka wouldn't be getting up.
Nikita, however, wasn’t having anything of it. Instead, she threw Luca a sharp and disappointed glare at being rejected. It wasn’t the first time that some OP gone wrong was classified and she was simply expected to fix it. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time these two were involved.
Taking a deep breath, she waited only for Luca to take off her flak jacket and sit down. “I will fucking strap you both to the god damn bed if I am left in the dark one more time.” She rebuked, surprisingly calm about her threat to a KGB operative. It might have been the number of times, or it might have been the hour of which she was disturbed. Either way, Nikita was having none of it.
“I don’t want to keep patching you up and turning a blind eye to your secret wounds you keep getting.” She said, folding her arms in a huff. There she was, giving authority to the KGB... and all without pants on. “So... please, tell me what happened?”
Taking a deep breath, she waited only for Luca to take off her flak jacket and sit down. “I will fucking strap you both to the god damn bed if I am left in the dark one more time.” She rebuked, surprisingly calm about her threat to a KGB operative. It might have been the number of times, or it might have been the hour of which she was disturbed. Either way, Nikita was having none of it.
“I don’t want to keep patching you up and turning a blind eye to your secret wounds you keep getting.” She said, folding her arms in a huff. There she was, giving authority to the KGB... and all without pants on. “So... please, tell me what happened?”
Luca was shocked to hear a threat. As far as Nikita knew, she was still doing official work. She stared at the doctor, clearly trying to evaluate her options. She didn't have to tell her anything. It would be nice to have medical staff. But, could she be trusted?
Luca began undoing her holster where she'd stuffed her sidearm away, and set it beside herself. She made sure to flick the magnetic latch off, so the gun was accessible. If she tried to call for help... she'd have to use it. "We're not with the KGB." She told the doctor finally. "We haven't been, for a few months now. They're the ones who've been shooting at us, along with spetsnaz. We're trying to sabotage the organizations that are taking people away." They had seen the other side of that. People could only guess what was actually happening. But they had seen it.
Luca kept her sidearm beside her hand, loose and ready if she tried to call for help. She didn't want to make threats, but if this didn't go the way she wanted, the former operator was prepared to silence her.
Luca began undoing her holster where she'd stuffed her sidearm away, and set it beside herself. She made sure to flick the magnetic latch off, so the gun was accessible. If she tried to call for help... she'd have to use it. "We're not with the KGB." She told the doctor finally. "We haven't been, for a few months now. They're the ones who've been shooting at us, along with spetsnaz. We're trying to sabotage the organizations that are taking people away." They had seen the other side of that. People could only guess what was actually happening. But they had seen it.
Luca kept her sidearm beside her hand, loose and ready if she tried to call for help. She didn't want to make threats, but if this didn't go the way she wanted, the former operator was prepared to silence her.
Nikita gaze immediately turned to the sidearm. Luca made no attempt to hide her intentions with it. Yet, Nikita didn't seem fazed at all. Despite that, she remained completely silent while Luca explained what was happening.
Nikita then took a breath and sighed. "Put the fucking gun away..." She rebuked with a distinctly sharp frown. "You shouldn't be prepared to kill someone whose willing to help you first and ask questions later."
Uncrossing her legs, she stood up and headed towards her kitchen. "So you left the KGB and have been working become, what? Terrorists? Resistance?" She asked. She wasn't exactly fond of the current government, but there were organizations out there that were far worse. Particularly, the American splinter factions that recklessly attacked technology as the root of all evil.
She opened the fridge and grabbed a more fruity bottle of alcohol. She didn't care much for strong stuff, but right now Nikita needed a drink. "Are you gonna force me to join... whatever it is you're doing?" She asked next.
Nikita then took a breath and sighed. "Put the fucking gun away..." She rebuked with a distinctly sharp frown. "You shouldn't be prepared to kill someone whose willing to help you first and ask questions later."
Uncrossing her legs, she stood up and headed towards her kitchen. "So you left the KGB and have been working become, what? Terrorists? Resistance?" She asked. She wasn't exactly fond of the current government, but there were organizations out there that were far worse. Particularly, the American splinter factions that recklessly attacked technology as the root of all evil.
She opened the fridge and grabbed a more fruity bottle of alcohol. She didn't care much for strong stuff, but right now Nikita needed a drink. "Are you gonna force me to join... whatever it is you're doing?" She asked next.
Luca eased when she heard Nikita explain her stance on the situation. Still, her time in the KGB had cultured trust issues. "We're not some fanatical morons. We've both been in Spetsnaz, and intel. Ideally... we're looking to interrupt raids, so we can help people to the EUR territories, and escape what our government does."
With that attempt at an explanation, her flak jacket was stripped aside, and laid over her sidearm to keep it from being so easily accessible. Though, the doctor was pulling alcohol, so it seemed safe to discard the weapon. "I guess that would make us a resistance, but classification... and we're not going to force you to join. But if you're not coming with us, and the police ask, we held you at gunpoint." Luca went silent for a minute, glancing back to her comrade, out of commission but at least she wasn't bleeding out anymore. "It would really help to have someone with a medical background, though." She commented.
With that attempt at an explanation, her flak jacket was stripped aside, and laid over her sidearm to keep it from being so easily accessible. Though, the doctor was pulling alcohol, so it seemed safe to discard the weapon. "I guess that would make us a resistance, but classification... and we're not going to force you to join. But if you're not coming with us, and the police ask, we held you at gunpoint." Luca went silent for a minute, glancing back to her comrade, out of commission but at least she wasn't bleeding out anymore. "It would really help to have someone with a medical background, though." She commented.
Nikita opened the bottle, taking a soft drink as Luca further elaborated. She frowned and scowled towards Luca, who was still being a little too cautious about this whole ordeal. The guns were not exactly helping Nikita think.
Sitting back down, she set the drink on the table and leaned forward. Her eyes lowered as she gave it a bit of thought. “I guess someone has to do it...” She uttered, hiding her true reasoning behind a smarmy comment.
“Without me, you dumbasses would be lost.” She retorted as she reclined back in the chair. “Just... give me some time to pack...”
She looked over to Luca again, that scowl returning to her face. “You do have a base, right?” She asked.
Sitting back down, she set the drink on the table and leaned forward. Her eyes lowered as she gave it a bit of thought. “I guess someone has to do it...” She uttered, hiding her true reasoning behind a smarmy comment.
“Without me, you dumbasses would be lost.” She retorted as she reclined back in the chair. “Just... give me some time to pack...”
She looked over to Luca again, that scowl returning to her face. “You do have a base, right?” She asked.
Luca was surprised to hear Nikita suddenly comment on some intention to join them. She eyed the doctor, but began to slowly relax. "No, we don't currently have a secure H-Q." She answered. "Take your time packing, just have something ready for us to pick you up... right now, we're moving between warehouses and outdated factories marked for demolition."
"However." Luca made sure not to leave it on that I'll note, "We have a few prospects to look into. Are you sure you'd be willing to come on board? Have you ever heard what KGB recruitment processes are like? We're probably going to maintain a similar standard."
"However." Luca made sure not to leave it on that I'll note, "We have a few prospects to look into. Are you sure you'd be willing to come on board? Have you ever heard what KGB recruitment processes are like? We're probably going to maintain a similar standard."
Nikita’s eye twitched lightly when Luca mentioned moving through places marked for demolition. “Fantastic.” She said sarcastically as she sighed and leaned back. She could still always get out of this without saying a thing.
Yet, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if Luca or Sonechka died. Not only that, but the resistance was fighting against the tyranny they were currently facing, right? How many failed experiments had she needed to mop up after?
Taking a deep breath, she sighed and stood up. “Well she’s not going anywhere for awhile.” Nikita muttered, referring to Sonechka. “So I got until that time, I imagine.”
Placing her hands on her bare hips, she looked about the room, analyzing what she needed to get going. “Yeah, I’m calling along.” She insisted, turning back to Luca with a soft scowl. “Not like you hardasses will live long without me...”
Yet, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if Luca or Sonechka died. Not only that, but the resistance was fighting against the tyranny they were currently facing, right? How many failed experiments had she needed to mop up after?
Taking a deep breath, she sighed and stood up. “Well she’s not going anywhere for awhile.” Nikita muttered, referring to Sonechka. “So I got until that time, I imagine.”
Placing her hands on her bare hips, she looked about the room, analyzing what she needed to get going. “Yeah, I’m calling along.” She insisted, turning back to Luca with a soft scowl. “Not like you hardasses will live long without me...”
Luca blinked in surprise when she heard the doctor put up her stance, though as she wrapped it up, one thing earned Nikita a grin from the agent. "Novikov will probably be on her feet when she wakes up again. If there's anything to admire about her, it's her ability to keep getting up."
Luca did pause for a moment to think about Nikita's coming along. "We do... actually have one place we're currently looking to, but neither of us has a car, and it's a week's walk by foot." She explained. "Though, you do have a car, yes? You can still take your time to think about it. We'd rather not take on impulsive recruits. You could spend the rest of your life on the run. Never be able to get married. Never be able to see your family again. We can stick around the area and lay low for a week, and come back to see if you've made your decision. But we can't stay here. You could always sell us out to the local enforcers." They were at least smart about not trusting anyone too easy.
Luca did pause for a moment to think about Nikita's coming along. "We do... actually have one place we're currently looking to, but neither of us has a car, and it's a week's walk by foot." She explained. "Though, you do have a car, yes? You can still take your time to think about it. We'd rather not take on impulsive recruits. You could spend the rest of your life on the run. Never be able to get married. Never be able to see your family again. We can stick around the area and lay low for a week, and come back to see if you've made your decision. But we can't stay here. You could always sell us out to the local enforcers." They were at least smart about not trusting anyone too easy.
Nikita shrugged in slight exasperation. “Look, do you want my help or not?” She asked forward, leaning in to look Luca directly in the eyes. “I know about all that shit. I know that is gonna be a big step, and that it’s gonna be a little bit of hell from here on.”
“But...” She rolled her eyes. “You came all the way out here at this hour specifically to me. That means, at least when it comes to medical provisions, you have no one else to trust... right?”
She frowned, looking at Luca with a serious glance. “I’m gonna gonna let you two or anyone else in your care die because you found it too risky to live.” She frowned.
Her finger suddenly pointed forward, nearly touching Luca’s nose. “So you put up with my bullshit and I’ll put up with yours...” She admitted before awkwardly looking to Sonechka. “Well... more hers I’ll be putting up with.”
“But...” She rolled her eyes. “You came all the way out here at this hour specifically to me. That means, at least when it comes to medical provisions, you have no one else to trust... right?”
She frowned, looking at Luca with a serious glance. “I’m gonna gonna let you two or anyone else in your care die because you found it too risky to live.” She frowned.
Her finger suddenly pointed forward, nearly touching Luca’s nose. “So you put up with my bullshit and I’ll put up with yours...” She admitted before awkwardly looking to Sonechka. “Well... more hers I’ll be putting up with.”
Luca listened to the woman, and finally gave a little nod. Even caught a little grin as Sonechka's bullshit had been specifically pointed out. "We'll try to be good hosts at least, and not give you too much trouble." She raised her gloved hand, offering for the doctor to shake. "I can help you pack when Novikov is ready to move. It'll be a while on the road... I recommend you arrange yourself and tie up loose ends before we go."
There was a deep sigh as she finally began to relax back. "It's going to be a hard life, if you really do come with us, but you're right. We need the help. We'll try to keep you out of the line of fire, at least."
There was a deep sigh as she finally began to relax back. "It's going to be a hard life, if you really do come with us, but you're right. We need the help. We'll try to keep you out of the line of fire, at least."
Nikita took a deep breath and sighed, as if preparing herself for the journey. “Right, keep me out of the line of fire.” She uttered dejectedly. “Might want to teach me how to shoot anyway. I ain’t about to be caught flailing around in a gun fight when one of you inevitably gets shot and can’t protect me.”
When she thought about what she wanted to bring, her stomach sunk. Her eyes looked around the room; it wasn’t exactly a big apartment, or even one that contained any luxury items. However, it was home to her for some time. A lot of memorabilia, awards, and just personal items were nice and neat on shelves. Her fists tightened as she thought about what she’d have to leave behind.
She then looked down to herself. She still wearing just that sweatshirt without pants, and it was now covered with light splotches of blood from the surgery. She groaned. “You know what? I’m gonna take a shower. It’ll probably be the last time I can for awhile.” She muttered as she headed straight to the bathroom. “Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. Not like I can carry it all anyway.”
When she thought about what she wanted to bring, her stomach sunk. Her eyes looked around the room; it wasn’t exactly a big apartment, or even one that contained any luxury items. However, it was home to her for some time. A lot of memorabilia, awards, and just personal items were nice and neat on shelves. Her fists tightened as she thought about what she’d have to leave behind.
She then looked down to herself. She still wearing just that sweatshirt without pants, and it was now covered with light splotches of blood from the surgery. She groaned. “You know what? I’m gonna take a shower. It’ll probably be the last time I can for awhile.” She muttered as she headed straight to the bathroom. “Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. Not like I can carry it all anyway.”