Scars of War: Shadows of Tomorrow
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				Title: <strong>Scars of War: Shadows of Tomorrow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:20:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Starter Post</span></div><br>World War III. They had always known it would happen between these two countries. The United States of America, and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR). It all began out of nothing, a war between words rather than bullets. The American President had stood strong against the Communist opposition, and his bravery resulted in the death of at least a hundred million on each side. The nuclear missiles were fired, some blowing up before they could even reach their intended targets. It was catastrophic, and left the countries as wastelands, filled with radioactive waste and other dangerous and harmful substances. Food and water was imported from the remainder of the world, the patch-work Governments attempting to keep a hold on their respective nations. However, most of the supplies fell in to the wrong hands. Raiders and soldiers, the ones with the biggest weapons and largest armies were in charge.<br><br>A large detachment of elite Soviet paratroopers had invaded prior to the drop of the nuclear bombs. The entire west coast of the United States was painted red, and was advancing at an alarming rate when the incident happened. <strong>Captain Vhaul Kircheis</strong> company of soldiers had been one of the forward units, leading the charge through the north of the country. On that day, the day the sky changed color, he lost most of his men. Plenty of good men that he had served with for years. If it wasn't for luck -- their discovery of an underground warehouse -- they would have been incinerated or worse... disfigured and tormented with radiation. Only three made it. Himself, second squad's <strong>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski</strong> -- a Polish soldier -- and <strong>Corporal Julian Krause</strong> - -A German Troop-- and <strong>Military doctor Jarius Borschov</strong> of third squad. A few days ago, they came across <strong>Lieutenant Ludvig Ivanov</strong> of another regiment, found wandering through the forest that had become their residence for the previous week. And not long after that they found another of there own, <strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong>. A junior pilot in the USSR Air Force, that had brought a number of paratroopers onto U.S. soil.<br><br>The warehouse had very little supplies, so Vhaul Kircheis had decided that they had to start moving somewhere else. Then came the rumors of a large, underground bunker in the next state, that had enough weapons, ammunition and supplies for ten years. Information gotten when they captured <strong>Jay Deleram</strong> a young Mercenary soldier and former Green Barret. With seven of them living there -- perhaps another couple of Soviet soldiers they found on their travels -- they could ration that supply for even further, if required.<br><br>&nbsp;Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski had been expressing his opinion on the myth of this bunker, which he didn't think existed. And if it did, it was probably occupied by various American Generals and soldiers. He just didn't want to get his hopes up. Vhaul Kircheis a little more optomistic on the matter -- which was a first for him -- and told them he was certain it was empty, and that the stories of supplies stocked to the ceiling were true. However, their plan was interrupted with the sound of a helicopter from above. The Russians scrambled for cover, but the sound of an M240 machine gun from the side-door nearly wiped them out before they could hit the deck. However, one was lost. A young Staff Sergeant they had only found the day before.<br><br>Vhaul Kircheis aimed his assault rifle in to the sky and pulled back on the trigger twice, missing both times. The helicopter circled round for another attack, Vhaul Kircheis was inches away from receiving a painful bullet to the left knee. Without any sort of anti-aircraft weapon, they were going to have to rely on luck to bring this thing down -- or running away, which most of them quietly agreed on. <strong>Corporal Julian Krause</strong> and <strong>Military doctor Jarius Borschov</strong> and <strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong> were the first to begin retreating, followed by Vhaul Kircheis dragging along there captive Jay Deleram.&nbsp; Klotaviski, however, insisted on bringing this thing down. He lowered himself on one knee and unloaded a good number of ammunition on the flying fortress, however he was dragged away by his Lieutenant.<br><br>In the helicopter, PFC Alex pulled back on the trigger of the machine gun, determined to kill these four communists before they hid themselves in the foliage of the woods. "You gotta go round for another run! I already got one!" Shouted the gunner, holding on as the soldiers on the ground re-appeared in her vision. "I can't see them! Where are they?" She muttered, when suddenly something went horribly wrong. Some gun-shots returned from the ground, but she couldn't quite make out from where. The next thing he knew, the helicopter was heading for the ground fast. How was this possible? Had she hit something important? Or was it just a horrible, horrible coincidence at the most horrible, horrible time?<br><br>Alex was not sure what happened, but all of a sudden blast of high picked sounds started to blast into her helmet headset from the helicopters AAU. The only thing holding her and her fellow crew member's in the falling death trap was there gunner belts. A sharp shard of metal cutting her's threw and threw on impact and flinging her out of the burning wreck.<br><br>It took a few minute for her to come too. Her world spinning around as she slowly sat up, a sharp pain running up her right side and someone yelling feeling her ears. Turning slowly to see the men that had been firing at there aircraft. It did not take the door gunner long to know if she did not run she would be shot dead on the spot. But running was not an easy task in a full flight suit, flight gear and helmet. Not having any time to remove any of it. Hell, the men now chasing after her would not even be able to tell her sex.<br><br>Thank god she was fast on her feet, darting threw the trees that had once blocked her view of the enemy now help cover her. Every now and then hearing a gun shot and at times feeling the round past only inches from her. Alex's breathing was heavy, the face guard on her helmet making it hard to breath. Yet she knew if she stopped of even a moment to remove it she would be dead. Eyes focused only on the path that laid before her. Hearing the men chasing her only steps behind her. Yet she did not dare look back.<br><br>It must have been three or four miles before her luck finally ran out. Not watching where her footing was Alex found herself falling almost four feet to the ground below. Having ran off what could only be seen as a small cliff. The soldier landing wrong on her foot and she felt her ankle give way. Falling face first into the ground below. Standing slowly only to stumble and hear a gun only inches behind being loaded for a final shot.<br><br>She knew then if she ran she would be dead, and if she didn't run she would be dead. The only thing she could do was raise her hands to the back of her head and hope the man or men behind her would not shoot her in the back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Tomorrow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:04:17</strong>
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				<em><strong>Captain Vhaul Kircheis</strong></em><br><br>Captain dragged <strong>Jay Deleram</strong> with him while he occassion threw him roughly on ground and fired his assault rifle to create cover fire for him and others retreat. When <strong>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski</strong> ignored his retreat orders he cursed it but decided he will nto go correct the crazy polish soldier! He was about ready go and use one his precious grenades to try take down the helicopter when by luck Hannibal's shots hit the tail of the helicopter and it's fuel pipe! he saw how helicopter started spiral and crash land on the ground! He tossed Jay Deleram to <strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong> and said to her; <em>"Guard the prisoner sergeant, I, Corporal Julian Krause and Sergeant Hannibal go check helicopter for survivors!"</em> Swiftly moving even with wounded leg (which he had swiftly tied to prevent bleeding from scratch wound) moved to Hannibal and said to him; <em>"Let's go Hannibal check that helicopter."</em><br><br>With gulp Julian prepares his shotgun and follows his captain and sergeant to helicopter, quickly they notice most everyone was dead in the helicopter but saw one the crew members running off! Captain said to Julian; "Julian, loot the ship for any supplies while I and Hannibal go give chase, inform the team what we two are doing." Julian salutes and replies; <em>"Yes sir!"</em> Julian starts inspect ship for ammunition, medical supplies, water and rations. While Captain and Hannibal went to chase the remaining crew member from helicopter.<br><br>Captain kept brisk space and ordered Hannibal not fire his weapon, saying he was not sure was there another soldiers near by or patrols so he did not want gunfire alarm their presence. So instead they used tiring chase to catch up with the helicopter driver and saw it slip in step and fall roughly down short cliff! Captain rushed to cliff edge and saw the pilot laying on the ground. Captain aimed with rifle on <strong>Alexis</strong> back and said to Hannibal; <em>"Go secure the prisoner sergeant."</em> Captain shouted in rough American; "Be still! Hands where I see!"<br><br><em><strong>Jay Deleram</strong></em><br><br>With his hands tied on handcuffs Jay Deleram was tossed around (and has been) past days. But now he was tossed to Sorena's care and he grunted when he fell to the ground.<br><br><em>Damn, did not think russians are this rough with their war prisoners! Ones at least they keep alive!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Tomorrow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:26:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br>Hearing the chopper Hannibal cursed himself as the rest of the men dropped into the trees with his movements. He might have not been the leader of the group, but his animal instincts of survival took over most all of his life threatening situations. Dropping to a knee he cursed in Polish, and aimed the machine gun up towards the chopper flying over head. Letting the rounds free Hannibal fired not towards the cockpit, which was mostly armored the heaviest, instead he took aim with several ten round bursts at the tail section as the rounds ripped into the tail and severed a few of the hydraulic lines. The tail rotor losing its speed sent the chopper into a spin towards the ground as the chopper wailed like a beast before it hit the ground and crushed itself, but not before sending the gunner firing at them through the air and towards the woods in front of them. Looking back towards the CAPT, although he was an uptight bastard of an officer, Hannibal still considered this wound an attack against a brother. Though he was not Russian they were the ones who saved his family and himself from crime. Snarling at the gunner Hannibal stood up to rush forward as he called back to the little one Sorina "Let's go little lady, got a American to kills."<br><br>Smiling back to the shifty corporal Hannibal unslung his 240B and tossed it to the off beat CPT they ran into a few days ago and tore after the gunner with an anger only blood ever stopped. Moving through the woods Hannibal kept his .45 out firing at the shorter man still wearing all his gear, even though he had never been known for his endurance, his anger would keep him going long enough before his heart exploded from the length of running, to kill this American. His large figure was rushing through the trees as he heard the little one actually fire past him as well, it shocked Hannibal that the woman actual had grown a pair of balls and fight. Smirking, Hannibal chased the gunner down for the entire distance almost wanting to just stop with his over-sized body heaving until luck struck him for once in the past weeks, the American slipped and fell off a small ledge onto their helmet. Before the gunner could get up fully Hannibal breathing heavy fired a round past the head of the man and stood on the raised piece of land heaving as he kept his pistol on the helmet covered gunner.<br><br>"Turn around American, before I start at yee knees and move up from there." Smiling at the Gunner Hannibal waited till the American turned around before he stood there with his eyes wide seeing the hair out the bottom of the helmet. Snaring his lip as he jumped down towering over the much smaller gunner and reached up ripping off the helmet exposing what he thought was real, it was a woman. Putting his hands on his hips Hannibal smirked and shook his head as he breathed in heavy and holstered the under his right arm, which was muscled enough to be the size of the much smaller woman's head. Looking back seeing the CAPT still aimed in on the new woman he nodded and looked back at the American shaking his head before his pulled out his machete and stood to the side of her swinging it in his hand with a twisting of his wrist. "Walk." Is all he said as he grabbed the American woman by the hair and jerked her towards the crash and kicked her with a massive leg knocking her towards the little one known as the CAPT. His breathing was calming down as he moved forward his eyes moving from the American to the CAPT his eyes showing his anger and no doubt it was obvious that he wanted to kill this gunner, slowly. Although he was quick to anger and slow to hold back, he was still a loyal soldier, and with him not being the highest rank, he had people to answer to and orders to follow, he would let the CAPT decide what to do with this bitch.
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:39:53</strong>
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				Now that <strong>Alexis</strong> has been brought to front of <strong>Captain Vhaul Kircheis</strong> he kept his rifle steadied towards her, a silent threat that he can anytime open fire from his rifle to spray her blood and innards on the ground behind her. He spoke in rough american accent; "Name and rank, soldier!" He waited listen her reply while he looked on Hannibal to see he does not explode. As he knew Hannibal was trigger happy sort guy. In where captain was more ice Hannibal was more fire.
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 05:24:22</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Sorina</span></strong><br><br>Sorina was sitting on the ground when the sound came. She recognized it right away, and yelled at the others. <em>"An American helicopter!"</em> She spoke Russian to them. As a young Soviet pilot, having been rescued by her new companions just a few days earlier, she spoke Russian very well, and English, less so...<br><br>An helicopter noise, however, is something she could recognize instantly. When they spotted it, and several members of her group started to fire at it, she wanted to join the fray. But she was not an army soldier, and had no heavy gun. All she had on her revealing outfit was a few emergency rations in one pocket, and a small TT-33 handgun in the other. There was no way bullets from such a gun would be of any use, so she didn't even bother firing. It would be a waste of ammo.<br><br>When the helicopter finally went down, she cheered at Hannibal. <em>"Way to go!"</em> The man didn't seem to hear her however, being completely focused on running after the one American girl who was running away, along with most of the group. Sorina, however, was more interested in the helicopter. She went towards the down bird, hoping to find something of use.<br><br>The vehicle was wrecked, unusable, and there were flames coming out of the engine which looked quite dangerous. She decided to take a quick look anyways. Climbing onboard, she immediately noticed the pilot was dead, a large metal support having impaled him straight across the chest. Sorina winced at the sight, but in her usual defiant manner, she shrugged the sight away and kept going. She went to the pilot seat, and noticed the co-pilot was still breathing, moving slightly around, bleeding heavily from several injuries.<br><br>Sorina pulled her handgun and pointed it at the American co-pilot. He noticed her and froze, his hand going for his own M-9 handgun laying on the ground near him. But Sorina motioned for him not do move. <em>"Don't move!"</em> she said in Russian, then added in her broken English accent "American pig!" The man was obviously in a lot of pain and could barely keep his eyes open, so he didn't bother trying anything.<br><br>Sorina looked around the cockpit, and quickly found a few more emergency rations that she pocketed for later use, as well as a handheld radio. It looked like it still had power but she couldn't hear anything out of it. Not knowing if it would be of any use, she decided to bring it along.<br><br>Turning back to the man, she wondered what to do with him. However, it turned out that she didn't get to decide after all. He was already dead. Sighing, she went back to the group and stood there, watching a new prisoner being brought in. It was a girl.<br><br>She looked at the new American girl. She was pretty, but Sorina wasn't into girls, so her thoughts remained there. However, she always liked looking at Jay. He was an American, an enemy, but he was pretty handsome looking. She gave him a devious smile, one that was vague on purpose, and could mean I'm going to kill you or I want to have sex with you.<br><br>She then realized she was holding a radio, and handed it to the Captain.<em> "Here. I don't know if it works but it may be of some use." </em>She then crossed her arms, standing there, looking at Vhaul interrogate the prisoners.<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Natasha</span></strong><br><br>Natasha was laying low against the ground, crawling almost, trying to decide in which direction she should go. Her legs hurt, so did her back, and she cursed at her father who had forced her to join the army, and thus was being the reason she was now alone in enemy land. She had jumped off the plane just like the others, right when told to do so. But somehow, things always go wrong for the young soldier.<br><br>When she had woken up after her fall, she was no where near her companions, in fact she was in the middle of a field, alone and scared. Fortunately, her full military outfit was intact, and she still had her weapons with full ammo, ready for war. Of course, it wouldn't do her much good if she stayed alone in the field, or if she was found by a full American platoon.<br><br>Sighing, she picked a direction at random, and started heading that way, hoping that she would find more Russians before being out of food.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 15:28:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br>As the captain spoke to the prisoner, Hannibal smirked at her and shook his head to the captain, just before he cocked up a leg and kicked out the back of the right knee. His eyes locked on the American gunner and spit on her face just as he pulled her hair making her arch her back so her head was looking upward. "Answer yee American bitch!" Hannibal's Polish accent cut across his words making him sound different than the Captain and the little one called Sorina.<br><br>As he held the American girl in place, he glared at her with his deep green eyes that seemed too bright for his size. His entire hand could grab her head if he wanted to, but instead held her hair in a very tight grip. Looking down at the Captain, since Hannibal did tower over him, he smirked at the man. <em>"The American is quite appealing to yeer tastes sir. Even if yee don't want to have none of that, I say give her too me after you get your information for a little fun, or alot."</em> Hannibal laughed lightly at his own comments waiting for the Captain to finish his conversation so that he could take her for a time. It had been quite a while since he had had any woman no doubt.
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