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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 3, 2004 5:07:36 GMT -5
Briefly I teleport back to the military base and remove the warhead from one of the hydrogen bombs, and then teleport back to my room. If there is ever a reason to detonate one of the bombs I will first have to circumvent the PAL authorization, then rig the warhead for manual detonation. Carefully I begin dismantling the watermelon-sized aluminum pod...
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Aug 3, 2004 5:14:16 GMT -5
"I understand..."
I kiss his hand.
"If anything bothers me, it's how hard you get on yourself. I never really liked Kaieka, for obvious reasons, but nevertheless, you two have history. I'm sure you can sit down and talk it over sometime, like honest, civilized hu-err, sentient beings..."
It'd probably be best if I don't see her again.
"Plus you are the leader of a pack of needy rebels, of course your life is going to get messy sometimes... You handle it very well though, at least on the surface you do."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 5:18:00 GMT -5
"I think I need some rest. I am glad that you understand me though. Why don't you lay with me? I sleep better. I try not to be too afectionate towards you in the presense of others. But I don't know what I would do without you."
Bassarov runs his hand through his hair. The shower can wait. He is often deprived from being with Mischa. He wants to enjoy it while he can.
And the man puts up with so much. Who but Mischa would tolerate Bassarov's mis steps and lusting?
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Aug 3, 2004 5:23:30 GMT -5
I giggle.
"I'd love to, Vossya... It's been too long since we've last laid together. I have been overly-affectionate, because it feels like ages since we've had any time together. Although I do understand your aversion to public display of affection."
I wrap my arms around him again, and nuzzle his cheek.
"Are you getting sleepy, love?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 3, 2004 5:24:23 GMT -5
Finally I get the access cover off the device. I put on a pair of latex gloves and remove the heavy secondary (thermonuclear) stage from the warhead and set it aside. I shine a flashlight into the casing, highlighting the control board for the primary stage. This is what I must remove, so the warhead can be detonated by a simple electronic impulse, instead of a complex firing code. Slowly and carefully I set about my work...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 5:28:33 GMT -5
"Being a revolutionary socialist is hard work. But I make it look good." Bassarov jokes.
Bassarov goes to his room with Mischa. He stips off his clothes and gets into his bed, covering himself with his soft blankets. It feels like ages since he has time to rest and relax. Things irk him in the back of his head. Kaieka...and..of all things...Zero...
But he dismisses these thoughts.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Aug 3, 2004 5:32:40 GMT -5
I get undressed and climb under the sheets.
"You're tense. Lay on your stomach."
He turns on his stomach. I straddle him, and start to rub his back.
"You can make anything look good... Wow you're really tense... Don't let bad thoughts follow you into bed, this is where you're supposed to relax."
I rub up to his muscular shoulders, neck, and head, then back down to his shoulders.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 3, 2004 5:33:55 GMT -5
Finally I disable the PAL chip, and I begin to reassemble the warhead. My mind briefly crosses with Bassarov, and I am shocked and revolted by what he is about to do, enough so that I briefly consider connecting this thing to the car battery that I bought for circuit testing. Instead I get up and step out of my room, and start rolling a cigarette. I know that three packs a day is far too much, but without them I can barely control my fear, fear of the world at large. I stand and smoke in silence, trying to close my mind to the world around me.
Humans can be so revolting....
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 5:37:37 GMT -5
"Thanks. That does feel good. I know, I will shake these thoughts. It is nothing."
Bassarov lays his head on the pillow, feeling much more relaxed. Mischa does have a nice touch, his hands are strong, but very tender.
He pulls his comrade near him, and entwines his pale slender limbs with Mischa's tan, longer, and more muscular body.
He closes his eyes and drifts to sleep in the arms of his long time friend and lover.
Those worries drift away.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Aug 3, 2004 5:40:40 GMT -5
Valodya falls asleep under my touch. This is, needless to say, very flattering in regards to my massage technique.
I slowly lay down beside him, and nuzzle his cheek. He wakes up for a few seconds, then dozes back off. I smile, and start to drift into slumber.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 3, 2004 5:47:46 GMT -5
Finished I go back into my room and finish work on the warhead, which I hide in a locker after first removing it's tritium resivoar, which I put in my pants pocket. I strip down to my underwear and climb into bed despite not being tired. There simply isn't anything else to do...
I try to be polite and socially acceptable, but in truth I only want to do one thing, the thing I was born to do... Which is to inflict Death on my fellow man... Comrade Valodya, I know you mean well with your peaceful ways, but I need you to find someone for me to kill!
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:17:47 GMT -5
I enter the rebel base in Helsinki. I guess this is where all rebels are right now, even capitalists. The place is such a dump. I mean really, you think that they could afford a nicer looking place. Why even have a base if it looks bad.
I walk around and see all of these ugly rebels. Seriously, what kind of people are these? Hmmph, how disappointing.
"Like Heellooo! Why hasn't anyone noticed me yet! Do I have to start paying people to give me attention?"
Well this is very rude.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 9:23:42 GMT -5
I hear a girl screaming, and I wake up. I put on some clothes, and turn off my light. As I walk outside, the light stings my eyes, but only for a moment. I see the girl, and look her up and down. Wow...
"Hi, Im Lysander. Whatcha yellin bout?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:26:55 GMT -5
"I guess I was wrong, not all of the rebels are ugly. I am Anna Khordokovsky, heiress to the Russian oil fortunes of my dearest dad."
I shake his hand and smile at him. Well, things may not be so bad around here as I thought.
"I heard that there might be some other capitalists here, so I stopped by, but I see that there are none. What a shame. I guess I'll just have to spend my time with you."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 9:37:28 GMT -5
This babe is totaly hot, and she digs me. Cool!
"Hey, ya, sure. I mean, great!"
I think I get what Aunt Winter was trying to explain.
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