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11/8/2015 2:51:38 AM
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[b]Training excercises were going on all around. He could easily fool the ship's crew, but not the actual troops. Comissars made mental notes of everyone in their allocated regiments, and Elite storm troopers were not easily fooled... they could recognize their brothers in arms in a crowd.[/b]
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Sergei looks around, noting the Commisars. [i]Chekists. Like in the Union. Wonderful.[/i]
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[b]He came upon a training session, right in the middle of the common area. It seems not even they rested.[/b]
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The Major sits on a nearby bench and deftly thieves an oblivious Guardsman's sandwich from his mess tray. [i]Hm. Chicken. Can't say it's worse than a field ration.[/i]
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[b]eventually, he was found.[/b] "Hey you! Get down from there!" [b]a commanding voice came from below the crate. A woman's voice.[/b]
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Sergei clambers down and deftly slides into the crowd of Guardsmen, still munching his sandwich. [i]Ahh, tradecraft.[/i] he thinks. [i]This will be interesting.[/i]
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[b]Before he can disappear again, a powerful hand grabs him by the shoulder and slams him into the ground. The Stormtroopers form in a circle around him. There was no hiding anymore. A woman walked in front of him. She was clad in her combat gear, a large coat resting on her shoulders while a red beret sat atop her head.[/b] "I can only assume you didn't hear me. I asked you a question. Who are you?" [b]she stood over him, arms crossed, looking down at him.[/b]
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Sergei stares the woman full in the face... And starts laughing his head off. [i]Oh, dear me. I'm sorry, but this is so ridiculously funny. The idea that...[/i] He breaks into laughter again.
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[b]she puts her foot on his ribcage, presses, and shatters it. His laughter is cut short, seeing as he cannot breathe anymore.[/b] "Something funny?"
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Sergei grins again, and manages to speak around coughing up blood. [i]You know, -[b]wheeze[/b]- we're just here to observe, -[b]cough[/b]- and help when we get to where we're going, but we did have -[b]glrk[/b]- a contingency plan.[/i] Tear gas grenades rattle down from the ceiling, followed by a series of juddering -[i]thwips[/i]- The Storm Troopers collapse with tranquilizer darts buried in their necks. The fog of the tear gas obscures the area. When it dissipates and the Troopers begin to awaken, Sergei is gone. [b]Meanwhile, In the Cargo Hold[/b] The stealth crate's door slams shut and is locked.
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[spoiler]well they're wearing full body armor, and that includes gasmasks.[/spoiler] [b]The darts all bounce off uselessly off their armors[/b]
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[spoiler]Kasrkin have gaps in their armor along the necks, as do Inquisitorial Storm Troopers.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]covered gaps, mind you. Think they're naked under their armor? Jeez.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Ex PI: 11/8/2015 3:05:02 PM[spoiler]I looked it up. There's a huge gap of skin, and only skin, between helmet and armor collar, which, to your credit, has a regular Guardsman's uniform underneath. Therefore, VOSTOK shot them in their necks.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if that's the way you want to play it.[/spoiler] [b]after acknowledging the presence of stowaways, the Stealth crate was jettisoned into space.[/b]
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The VOSTOK team had already shifted position to watch their crate go. Their best bet was to expose themselves to the ship's ranking authority and explain their presence. They head for the bridge, via the air ducts. [spoiler]Note: these guys are from 1985, but it's Metal Gear Solid-level 1985.[/spoiler]
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[b]The air ducts are sealed for purging. The sections close one by one, blades shutting off each part of the vents. And then, one by one, blades re-open to let a torrent of flames into the conduits.[/b]
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Team VOSTOK smashes open a vent cover as the purge system starts up, tumbling into a maintenance closet. Sergei, chest covered in a partial-body cast, winces in drug-dulled pain, but manages to draw a shock baton. [i]Come on. We're not here to fight these people. But they don't know that.[/i]
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[spoiler]he says, after laughing in their face, shooting gas at them and all.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's got an odd sense of humor, and he only activated the contingency after his ribs were mushed. He was going to explain, but, as always, Imperials aren't patient people.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]they aren't patient especially when you LAUGH IN THEIR FACE.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know, I know. But that's why they're going to talk to the reasonable people on the ship's bridge.[/spoiler] Team VOSTOK stuffed their weapons and gear into a crate inside the supply closet and headed for the bridge, with Sergei in the lead. [i]Major, if I may ask, why did you laugh at them?[/i] [b]I'm not really sure. Probably because they were trying to kill me over a chicken sandwich.[/b] [i]That is... understandable, sir.[/i] They reach the bridge and knock on the bulkhead door.
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[b]they were arrested halfway to the bridge. Walking through the ship like idiots wasn't the best idea. Especially since they had his face on record. They were dragged to the bridge.[/b] "Hey look, if it isn't the sexist pig." [b]there was the woman from earlier. The Tempestor Prime.[/b] "I don't even want to see your face. Like an idiot you tried walking into here." [b]she scoffs.[/b] "Have them executed. Use their bodies for target practice."
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Team VOSTOK shrugs as a whole, and Sergei stepped slightly forward. [i]I'm not quite sure what you mean by my being "sexist", madam. Could you please explain?[/i]
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"I don't need to explain myself. This is what we do to stowaways." [b]she draws her laspistol and fires right between his eyes, frying his brain to a crisp.[/b]
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The lasbolt bounces softly off of an invisible barrier inches away from Sergei's face. He wags his finger in disappointment. [i]Ah, ah, ahh! No touching, please.[/i]
