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originally posted in:Glacies RP
5/10/2016 9:22:16 PM
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[i][u]HQ, Bred Army, Moscow metro.[/u][/i]
Lieutenant Dmitri Kozlov stood at parade rest as the man before him left the personnel office. He waited for a moment and approached the door, he knocked once, entered when directed and stood at the front of the desk of the major in charge of officer's assignments. He saluted and reported.
"1st lieutenant Dmitri Kozlov reports as ordered comrade major."
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[i]"At ease lieutenant, you may sit."[/i] The officer gestured toward a seat in front of his large black oak desk littered with papers, small holograms, and a few files marked with a red arm insignia. [i]"You have reported to me today for your briefing and assignment to a squad legion?"[/i]
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The man sat, his uniform relatively clean. "Yes comrade major."
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[i]Yes, well according to your record Lieutenant you are legible for some of our best adept Legions, maybe even the bigger brothers; and on this rare occasion you get a choice. No, this does not commonly occur with any of our training officers but in your case it is feasible.[/i] The Major (fixed the rank) grabbed a thin file from within a drawer unseen by your eyes, and opened it looking intently at the contents. [i]"Your two choices are the 31st Angely Krovi Legion, who often perform our risky drop missions and spying recon; Or you may attend to the 22nd Chernyy Serpa Legion, who often take to our sensitive recoveries, political shifts, and tracking of the Stars movements. [/i] The major placed the file away and looked at you through wartorn eyes surrounded by the crevices of his skin. His mustache was nearly snow white in the room. [i]"Of course both Legions are specifically adept at their own mission basics, and perform more than I can classify to your current rank. But now it is your choice in what you conform to, a soul like yours will benefit our cause either way."[/i] The Major then went silent and intently, but patiently looked at you waiting. [spoiler]Translate the Names from Russian to English.[/spoiler]
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"The 22nd, they are a gateway to spetsnazs correct?" The man said stroking his chin in contemplation.
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[i]"Yes, some direct ancestors are linked to the Legion itself."[/i]
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"Then I will serve with the 22nd if I have my way. Where do I report?"
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[i]"You will be inducted at 03:00 tomorrow Lieutenant, I advise to place your armor by your bedside, deactivated, and ready for anything. You are dismissed soldier."[/i]
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"Yes comrade major." The young officer stood, saluted and did as he was told. Mentally preparing himself for the tasks ahead, whatever they were.
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You passed other soldiers dressed in various uniforms and the Arm crossed with a red Sickle as the Bred insignia branded on all of their shoulders. Sleep would have to come soon for the tasks of tomorrow; now that the 22nd Black Sickle Legion knew of your appointment with their groupings.
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The lieutenant laid out his uniform and left his armor deactivated next to his bed, eating a quick meal and going to sleep promptly
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The hours ticked within the deafening darkness of your room, and slowly nearing the brink of your time, planned to come shortly. In the midst of your dreaming sleep you suddenly felt a nudging on your shoulder from somewhere in the depths of your vision, the distant sound of whomping was beginning to become apparent. Your dream pulsed crimson as it spread over everything and you were pushed farther back as if someone was bullying you. Then your conscious stirred and the dream vanished, your eyes flittered open to see a single red light on the ceiling flashing a bright scarlet blinding you in the darkness, a blaring siren was blasting in your ears and above you was a soldier dressed in a grayish uniform with a shadowy black Sickle symbol on his chest. His hair was pulled back into a tightly bound ponytail consisting of jet black hair. His eyes were both grey and barely visible in the shadows of your quarters. [i]"GET UP DAMMIT IT'S TIME TO GO; FIRST MISSION!"[/i] Promptly yelling over the siren the man stepped out of the room where you could see glimpses of others rushing by putting on armor as they went. [i]"BROTHERS LETS GOOOOO!"[/i] The man yelled as he exited the room closing the door behind him.
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Kozlov was no stranger to early mornings or rushed wake ups. He was up and dressed as quickly as most of the others, faster than a few. He suited up an followed the rest of the men to the assembly area.
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You easily melded into the other soldiers all in their armor and loading into the different docking bays holding Wasps and other airships, some vehicles and even a Red Vulcan. The scarlet lights flashed high above in the massive chambers and you were shunted with a group of armored soldiers colored a thick ashen color with a large black sickle messily painted on their backs: 22nd Legion Black Sickles. You changed your trajectory to follow the others closely into an open back end of a Ice Jockey, its massive bay door piling in the other members of the Black Sickle Legion. One member bumped into your side and looked at you; he was a light weight soldier who quickly apologized but introduced himself to you as you both walked into the Jockey. [i]"Greetings! The name's Jeskov Poliv, would formally shake your hand brother but looks like we have a mission to attend too!"[/i]
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"Dmitri Kozlov, have they briefed us on the mission yet or are they waiting?" Kozlov's compact armor was well taken care of as were his weapons. Although he was not new to the army, he was previously attached to an infantry division, with few vehicles. The fact he was in one now was novel to him.
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The two of you stuck together as you took a seat near the wall and getting magnetically locked into the mechanism within the seats; heavy weights passed by carrying massive guns you had never seen before. [i]"Well according to some of my officers this ain't a drill, something about small Stars fleet getting close to the Ukraine Underground. Got our 22nd legion, the Basic infantry and whatever the hell we're running with right now. Hoping its a small force we can scare off, but I'm not too sure... This entire armada for a recon team?" [/i]
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"Stars, this Far East of Berlin? They really haven't learned. Their fleet will likely not engage us, this is probably a diversion for one of their special operations teams or the like. Either way, if they want to control the land I have six feet of Russia they can occupy."
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The bay doors shut slowly and sealed before the entire vehicle hummed and the lights shut off; hundreds of minuscule lights appeared like stars in the cosmos from the other suits and you shifted slightly as the vehicle moved. [i]"Recently in my research the Stars have a base in Switzerland as their frontline and have been trying to find our homes to attack... Goddamn monsters they are; they must be close to knowing where the Ukraine underground is?"[/i]
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Kozlov's suit's lights activated as did his lowlight vision in his helmet. "If they are, it'll draw precious resources away from the space program. Perhaps if we attacked this base in Switzerland in retaliation they would learn not to meddle in our affairs."
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Jeskov shook his head in a slight budging movement [i]"No no, you ever hear about the blockade battle eight years ago in Switzerland? We tried to attack the damn place but it stood firm, something with their fleet being located nearby. I sure as hell wouldn't like to see my brothers and sisters die effortlessly and in masses at the hands of a damn base control.[/i] You feel as if your body is trying to fall sideways as if the Jockey is moving almost vertically into the air.
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The man tries to steady himself as the jockey moves. "Well then we don't attack, we let the lancers do our work for us. If conventional forces won't crack it, something else can."
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Jeskov slightly glances at you, [i]"You suggesting biological warfare with the Lancer Flu?"[/i]
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"If it was necessary, but that was an extreme example. A much simpler plan would be to sabotage the fortress, force them to leave."
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[i]"All in all brother this ain't gonna be an easy fight, Stars have had a knife pulled at us since the Collapse and it ain't gonna get any better... You have any Russian blood in ya?"[/i]
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"Russian and Ukrainian. My family has fought and died for the motherland since the great patriotic war. The Stars will meet the same fate as the fascist pigs."
