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Vladimir [1]
By: Chente Date: May 25, 2020, 8:35 am
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((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: It had been three years since his
discharge from the russian military.
Nikolai Ivashov damn u putin!!!
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The public outcry. That mission that
went out of control. He didn't mean to violate their human
rights, but it was for the mission. For his country.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Too bad they didn't agree. He became a
pariah of sorts, and since then.. nothing but a mercenary who'd
do anything for some money.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Through his work however, he had
managed to find a group of like-minded ex-soldiers.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The end of the Lifebyte war found many
soldiers out of work, and they were given no assistance by the
russian government to reclaim even a fraction of a normal life.
A bitter feeling.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: His surname was Karamazov, given name
Vladimir.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: And he ended up being chosen to lead
this small group of ex-soldiers, dubbed the Kalashnikov
Collective.
Invalid Command! I'm calling the CIA on you! (musi)
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Vladimir sat in a chair within his
room, smoking a cigarette, having finished his nostalgic
recollection of the past.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The collective had gotten a request
that they were going to complete today. Nothing too major.
Vladimir Karamazov :: is that it?)
Nathan Shields ye
Vladimir Karamazov would take one final drag of his cigarette
before putting it out in his ashtray.
Vladimir Karamazov would stand up and leave the room calling out
to his comrade "Nikolai we have a job!"
Nikolai Ivashov has left the RP.
Nikolai Ivashov has joined the RP.
Nikolai Ivashov 's voice rings out in response - a single,
heavy, and impactful word reaching Vladimir.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Ok.
Vladimir Karamazov would study open the file containing the INFO
on the mission.
Vladimir Karamazov *would open the file* >_<)
Vladimir Karamazov would look through the document.
ECHO-COMP INTERFACE SET. LOADING FILE
<> <> <> SET.
[i][font size=3.5 face=courier new color=#209afe]Our latest
intelligence report has gathered information about a secret post
of a dangerous group in the Japarel neighborhood. Your mission
is simple: infiltrate and takeover the post, hopefully with
minimal losses on your end. This is a covert operation and so
you are the only group we will contact. We will not back you up;
you are on your own.
The attached image I sent along this file is of the commander of
the post, and thus your main target, Dick Dastardly, an
American. He directly answers to a man known as Ghiglov
Grigorievich, though we do not have any information on this man.
Your greatest advantage is the fact that the post is underground
and in a closed off space, and thus hard to defend, though also
hard to reach.
<br>
<br>Your pay will be issued to you by noon of the next day upon
completion. When you finish reading this message, assume that
the mission has already started.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Mmm.
Vladimir Karamazov would show the file to Nikolai.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Think we should bring the others comrade?
Nikolai Ivashov skims the file with a dull expression. A name
catches his eye for a moment, eliciting a mumble - "Familiar."
Nikolai Ivashov shrugs.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Up to you.
Augus Choire has plugged in!
Vladimir Karamazov would recall who else was with them right
now...
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konova, Foka and Toma were all inside
the building. It was a abandoned one that they refurbished with
their limited resources, and could only maintain with the terra
they gained from their missions.
Vladimir Karamazov :: TOMA! KONOMA! WE HAVE A JOB!
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: She entered the room, a toothpick in
her mouth. Toma Andronikov.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The treasurer of the collective, she
was loyal, and a capable fighter. She had sustained a spine
injury however, and so as of recent, Vladimir had kept her as
backup for most missions.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: She was addicted to japanese culture,
drugs and money.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Ah Toma I'm not sure if you're up for it
considering your injury but we got a new job if you care to join
us....
Nikolai Ivashov looms.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma scratched behind her ear for a
moment. "Eh. Is it another one of those stealth missions, or am
I going to get to kick some heads in, Vlad?" asked Toma, her
sunglasses reflecting Vlad's face upon eye contact. She wore
them in-doors for som ereason he did not understand.
Vladimir Karamazov :: It's some underground base we're supposed
to clear out so I don't think we're gonna be too stealthy about
it honestly... been a while since I've seen Nikolai rip someones
limbs off kinda miss it honestly...
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: ''Then count -us- in.'' said Toma as
she whistled a quick tune. Moments later, loud footsteps could
be heard as a bear came into the room.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Boris. Both the collective's mascot,
lovable russian bear, and fiercesome killer of foes.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Boris!
Vladimir Karamazov would pet the bear on the head.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Where os Konoma?
Vladimir Karamazov :: *is)
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Boris made multiple grunts as Toma
listened, nodding. "He says that Comrade Konoma is doing
something; he left last night, alone." translated Toma
Vladimir Karamazov :: Mmmm I see...
Vladimir Karamazov :: Well let
Vladimir Karamazov :: Well let's mosey on out comrades.
Vladimir Karamazov would head to his destination with his
comrades in tow.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Vladimir, Boris, Toma and Nikolai
would get ready, gathering their essentials, ammo, and weapons.
Time for the mission.
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