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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 19, 2004 18:20:36 GMT -5
"Thank you."
With Wyrm and the reporter showing up, I feel even more cluttered and full of anxiety. I turn around, and start to walk.
(Flashback)
After I dress myself immaculately in my military fatigues, I head to the Russian air base where I am supposed to patrol. I arrive less than a minute late, and my CO scolds me for it.
I lean inside of my booth, ak100 strapped to my back. I stare at the ceiling, and wait for somebody to approach me.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 19, 2004 18:24:56 GMT -5
((Flashback))
"I think a war protest is a good way to start, but I am not sure where we should have it. The plaza...the base....the university..." Bassarov says to his comrade Miguel.
"I don't want these people to get arrested right off. It might deter them from staying politicallly active. It may....scare them you know."
Bassarov walks to the plaza with Miguel Guevara, and considers some other locations.
"What do you suggest?"
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Post by Eliza Malone on Oct 19, 2004 18:26:30 GMT -5
Eliza had no problem with waiting, history, afterall, had been going on for a very long time, and it would be going on for a great deal longer.
"I have no problem with following you around and asking as the opportunities present themselves. My first question, however, will be about what defines your life. It is a complex question, I know, but sometimes those are the only questions worth asking."
Gemma looked around at the people surrounding Bassarov and made a few more notes in her little notebook.
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Post by Xeno on Oct 19, 2004 18:27:20 GMT -5
((wow.. Eliza's like.. one of the best rpers i've seen today..))
Xeno arrived in the weaponry department.. and when she did, her eyes went wide. "SWEET MAMA!!" she shrieked. There were loads and loads of weapons. Guns, Bombs, you name it! If there was anything that made Xeno excited, it was weapons. Her eyes sparkled as she entered the room, she just didn't know where to start.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 19, 2004 18:27:36 GMT -5
"Try to feel better Misha." I say quietly. I leave him a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches, then walk over to where Bassarov is and begin to look over the machine. "Yes, we do need to get inside... But even if we do we'll need to destroy something truly critical to make any difference."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 19, 2004 18:28:13 GMT -5
"By my politics and by the people I have loved. That is what impacts my life the most." Bassarov replies, He walks with Eliza back over to a rebel group to once again examine the machine matrix.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 19, 2004 18:30:36 GMT -5
"Oh." I sigh. "This is all vaguely familiar, but I can't place a finger on it. I'm sorry."
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Oct 19, 2004 18:33:06 GMT -5
Kaze had been hanging around Wyrm as he worked but didn't say anything cause she didn't want to get in the way of his thinking. So she grab a chair close by and sat down while she thought.
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Post by Xeno on Oct 19, 2004 18:37:02 GMT -5
Xeno started with the ammo. She filled every single weapon in her body with 13 mm bullets, with the exception of her knee bazooka. She could only fill that with one missle at a time, and it would slow her down if she carried more than one.
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Post by Rasputin on Oct 19, 2004 18:45:27 GMT -5
Rasputin rests for a while. Once his wounds have healed, he takes a walk through St. Petersburg. A lot has changed since he was last alive, but not so much.
He wanders along Nyevski Prospekt, admiring the changed city of Peter the Great.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 19, 2004 18:50:46 GMT -5
"Mikhael, your shift is up."
I nod, and take my leave. I head back inside the larger building, and immediately head to the vending machine. I buy a pack of cigarettes, and light up inside the break room with 3 other people.
"Previet, what's on TV?"
They don't respond, as if they're dumbfounded by the news.
"...insurgencies all around the third world has left NATO with their hands tied, as domestic issues fall into a distant second to national security. Russia, in alliance with the United States, Russians have sent ground forces into Fallujah to attempt to bring peace to this long time terrorist city, but by this point, the Iraqi's have mastered the art of guerilla warfare."
It shows images of the war torn streets of Fallujah and Baghdad.
"Meanwhile, things seem to be heating up in Latin America as well, terrorist forces still clinging to the old ways of life inside of Cuba have been fighting tooth and nail against the American liberators."
I shake my head. Something about this is terribly wrong...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 19, 2004 18:54:33 GMT -5
Flashback
"The pacifists went ahead and decided to have the protest at the base. On the lawn. Oh well, I don't mind or anything. We may as well appease them."
Bassarov has never been very keen on peace and human rights groups.
"They try, maybe their vision is a little....naive....but they try."
Bassarov shrugs and leads Miguel Guevara to a group of students. Miguel explains to them where the protest will be since Bassarov does not speak spanish.
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Post by Xeno on Oct 19, 2004 19:06:11 GMT -5
After getting ready, Xeno ran through the halls and walked up to Erika. "Hey. Are you ready?" She asked her as she tilted her head to the side.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 19, 2004 19:07:40 GMT -5
I light a cigarette, then pull out a tablet of paper and a pencil and sit down. I begin writing down a list of the things that we will likely need inside of the mechanical monstrousity...
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 19, 2004 19:09:11 GMT -5
Our CO opens the door.
"Everybody, get up here. They're at it again."
Wonderful... I get up and follow everybody out. There's another protest on the lawn. f**king pacifists... A few of the soldiers see this is a test of their masculinity, and feel compelled to look as intimidating as possible. My eyes pan the crowd, and I examine the protestors in some sort of hope of seeing Bassarov. He's not here.
A few of the men have their rifles in their hands.
(Grr, I have to go...)
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