Into the Zone- Man's result of playing God [IC/Signup/open]

[Laka Strolistandiler]

"Motherfucker... The only thing that hurts is probably my-"

She cuts herself off, forcing her eyes open from the gunk that sealed her eyelids shut. A free hand is used to remove the junk, before she blinks a few times, then goes on.

"-Nevermind. So, what now? Are you just gonna drill a hook into my stump or something? I was hoping I'd get something like the advanced prosthetics they give out in Gonswanza that consists of a metal hand that doubles as a weapon. Or is this going to be more like the 1800s where you just toss me out a window."

She was being rather dull, not exactly in the mood for jokes, but at least she was seeking some sense of honesty despite her mild hostility to the friendly doc who was leaning over her like a sagging sapling from a certain Christmas special.

-It’s not exactly like field medics are in possession of prosthetics, you know…,- noted Anna-Lena in an offended sense,-Well I’ve left the nerves in your stump and there is a possibility to attach prosthetics that will be linked to your neural system, the only problem is finding these. And you can be sure as hell that I’m not going to pay for your prosthetics- you already owe me for this surgery. Whatever the flying hell you did to your hand yourself… Well let’s just say that this is beyond acceptable. Who even taught you battlefield medicine- the Chinese?

Your pal,- she nodded to the next bed, near which Yevgeny could be seen, changing bandages on Istenfia‘s bloodied chest,- is doing much worse. We’ll probably have to remain out here for a week or two before we’ll be able to get moving. Don’t bother to criticize my bedside manner- both you and me know that you ain’t going to get anything better for the next dozen of kilometers or something…

[Mets Hayk]

He sighed,

"The name's Krikor...I, uh, I've been following you...for a bit. I don't know why. Believe me, I'm no spy...fuck, I'm more of a... I don't know, a fool? I used to be a soldier, then I turned to the glorious market for hired guns...during my time I saw not one, but two tours in Turkey. And then, upon my own volition, I; in my infinite stupidity, found myself here. Quite frankly, I don't even know why. But I suppose you don't want a biography, do you?

Uh, now, as for how I got here, I kinda just...wandered in, same as you I suppose. Thank God your 'sentry' doesn't have an itchy trigger-finger, huh? Now...I've just got one request. Let me help you. I don't want pay; I don't want supplies...but both you and I know that you need a better security detail. I've done this shit for free before...doing it now won't hurt. As soon as you...if you discharge that poor sod in there, I'll be out of here and you won't have to hear from me again."

Pleased to meet with you, Mr Krikor,- she wrote down a few lines in her notebook,- this place truly takes men from all around the world and brings them to the worst possible situations…- chuckling for a bit, she introduced herself: Anna-Lena Harpham IV, Royal Imperial Internal Revenue Service. Reason for being here- orders! None of us have volunteered to be here…

Eh, I suppose we could find a use for a man like you- both in tactical and in a strategic sense. RIIRS is generally fine with employing foreigners, provided that you do your taxes swell, of course. We are the only organization where estate of the reign doesn’t mean nothing- we prosecute both nobles and commoners alike… But to cut the agitation- sure, however we will probably have to keep your gun away for a bit. I’m sure that you’d understand why… I’ll radio my commander in and explain my decision to her- and after that would you kindly go to the roof and help Mark to install the flag there? Our commander wishes “for the glorious banner of the RIIRS to fly over this shithole” or something. Pretty stupid innit…

Once the operation is over and done, with Nadia still out from the cocktail of drugs used to put her under... It seems all is well. Sure, it wasn't exactly a sterile environment, but the completed product was good enough to call complete. No more bleeding, some blood loss, and a mild risk of infection, with no actual complications beyond possibly phantom pain or a lingering sense of agony from a pinched nerve if that even is possible.

All in all, at least she isn't dying from blood poisoning.

Though, her waking up without a hand won't really surprise her, given she did rip off the pulpy bit that was far beyond repair, a fleshy mess of tendons, bones, and nerves with blood pouring all over the place along with bits of skin floating around. Honestly, she'd have rather ripped the whole thing off than even attempt to let someone piece it all back together and turn it into a wired-up soup of rot in due time because of the futile operation.

That said, the mild encounter nearby failed to wake her up, as her mind was still down and out from the anesthesia, but it should soon wear off in due time.

After successfully getting the CO to allow their newly found “friend” to join them in, Anna-Lena was immediately alarmed by the sound of the monotonous beeping of the machines becoming a bit faster. A heart rate of one of the patients has increased, which surely meant that something has changed about them- be it for the bad or for the good… Sending over Yevgeny to check, she was relieved when his voice came from the room, asking for her attention and requiring for her to check on the patient who was waking up. Immediately, Anna-Lena bowed down on Nadia’s face and spoke to her in a clear and friendly voice: “Miss, Miss. Calm down, you are, for now safe. I am your current doctor- Anna-Lena. Does it hurt anywhere?- inquired she, hoping to find out if there were any additional injuries that she did not notice during the initial examination

Krikor nodded and promptly proceeded to the roof...though he was a tad bit confused on why anyone would need help with such a simple task. Perhaps Twas a test of sorts? Nevertheless, he didn't complain...besides, it wouldn't be the wisest idea to piss off such a large group. At least it provided a nice view of the dilapidated city, its run-down buildings making for an eerie sight in an equally-eerie area. Indeed, it reminded him of the olden days in Stepanakert...albeit with abominations beyond his comprehension stalking every corner. If only he had a camera with him.... After a bit of staring into the nothingness of the zone, he turned...and approached Mark.

"So... I've heard you needed help with, uh, raising a flag? Where is it?"

[Gonswanza]

"Motherfucker... The only thing that hurts is probably my-"

She cuts herself off, forcing her eyes open from the gunk that sealed her eyelids shut. A free hand is used to remove the junk, before she blinks a few times, then goes on.

"-Nevermind. So, what now? Are you just gonna drill a hook into my stump or something? I was hoping I'd get something like the advanced prosthetics they give out in Gonswanza that consists of a metal hand that doubles as a weapon. Or is this going to be more like the 1800s where you just toss me out a window."

She was being rather dull, not exactly in the mood for jokes, but at least she was seeking some sense of honesty despite her mild hostility to the friendly doc who was leaning over her like a sagging sapling from a certain Christmas special.

-It’s not exactly like field medics are in possession of prosthetics, you know…,- noted Anna-Lena in an offended sense,-Well I’ve left the nerves in your stump and there is a possibility to attach prosthetics that will be linked to your neural system, the only problem is finding these. And you can be sure as hell that I’m not going to pay for your prosthetics- you already owe me for this surgery. Whatever the flying hell you did to your hand yourself… Well let’s just say that this is beyond acceptable. Who even taught you battlefield medicine- the Chinese?

Your pal,- she nodded to the next bed, near which Yevgeny could be seen, changing bandages on Istenfia‘s bloodied chest,- is doing much worse. We’ll probably have to remain out here for a week or two before we’ll be able to get moving. Don’t bother to criticize my bedside manner- both you and me know that you ain’t going to get anything better for the next dozen of kilometers or something…

"Oh please, it was that or let it all turn to rot given it was ground beef barely contained in a glove. The fact that I couldn't even feel it while it's flopping around uselessly told me it was not worth keeping. Aren't you Lakan? I've heard that your infantry would rather kill themselves than reload! Or blow themselves up for the sake of hindering the enemy! So you're one to talk!"

A typical peacekeeper, truly. She had pride in her nation, even if she was barely taught to do most things beyond the barebones basics. She can run, shoot, call for artillery and throw a drone, plus do some low-level medical stuff, but if she breaks her arm, she'd be more inclined to push the bones back and then strap it to a wooden plank instead of seeking proper medical care. Such is life.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Krikor nodded and promptly proceeded to the roof...though he was a tad bit confused on why anyone would need help with such a simple task. Perhaps Twas a test of sorts? Nevertheless, he didn't complain...besides, it wouldn't be the wisest idea to piss off such a large group. At least it provided a nice view of the dilapidated city, its run-down buildings making for an eerie sight in an equally-eerie area. Indeed, it reminded him of the olden days in Stepanakert...albeit with abominations beyond his comprehension stalking every corner. If only he had a camera with him.... After a bit of staring into the nothingness of the zone, he turned...and approached Mark.

"So... I've heard you needed help with, uh, raising a flag? Where is it?"

He pointed towards a semi-collapsed antenna with some ropes attached to it,- ain’t gonna raise anything until we’re going to get this damn thing up. We’ve rigged up a small attachment system to at least push it over the edge, which should help us in putting it in a position resembling a vertical one- should do the trick. Just grab this rope,- he pointed to one lying close to his legs,- and when I say, pull! Hell, even I don’t know why do we need this thing…

"Oh please, it was that or let it all turn to rot given it was ground beef barely contained in a glove. The fact that I couldn't even feel it while it's flopping around uselessly told me it was not worth keeping. Aren't you Lakan? I've heard that your infantry would rather kill themselves than reload! Or blow themselves up for the sake of hindering the enemy! So you're one to talk!"

A typical peacekeeper, truly. She had pride in her nation, even if she was barely taught to do most things beyond the barebones basics. She can run, shoot, call for artillery and throw a drone, plus do some low-level medical stuff, but if she breaks her arm, she'd be more inclined to push the bones back and then strap it to a wooden plank instead of seeking proper medical care. Such is life.

Your metacarpals and carpals are, or at least, were allright- could’ve saved at least a part of your palm, darling,- noted Anna-Lena in a comical sense,- yet what remains of your hand is currently over in this canister,- he pointed at several stainless steel cylinders lying on a table,- your palm is over there, and so is this guys arm… Well most of it. Hell, if you’d give the the necessary mone… errr, if you’d give me the instruments, assistance and the rest I’d provide you with a partially reconstructed hand! Them, Lakans, love reconstructive surgery, you know… Eh? Nah, I’m not Lakan- Scottish through and through. Most of the people here are Lakans, but I can assure you that were not “too stupid to live”. We do have a limited value for human life though- but it’s not like we’re throwing human wave attacks- were not that idiotic, you know! Anyhow, what would you like for your supper eh? Unfortunately we cannot offer you pizza or high-calories stuff for now-only soups, milk and stuff- cause you’re gonna suffer from constipation. Don’t want you shitting your insides out, allright?

[Mets Hayk]

Krikor nodded and promptly proceeded to the roof...though he was a tad bit confused on why anyone would need help with such a simple task. Perhaps Twas a test of sorts? Nevertheless, he didn't complain...besides, it wouldn't be the wisest idea to piss off such a large group. At least it provided a nice view of the dilapidated city, its run-down buildings making for an eerie sight in an equally-eerie area. Indeed, it reminded him of the olden days in Stepanakert...albeit with abominations beyond his comprehension stalking every corner. If only he had a camera with him.... After a bit of staring into the nothingness of the zone, he turned...and approached Mark.

"So... I've heard you needed help with, uh, raising a flag? Where is it?"

He pointed towards a semi-collapsed antenna with some ropes attached to it,- ain’t gonna raise anything until we’re going to get this damn thing up. We’ve rigged up a small attachment system to at least push it over the edge, which should help us in putting it in a position resembling a vertical one- should do the trick. Just grab this rope,- he pointed to one lying close to his legs,- and when I say, pull! Hell, even I don’t know why do we need this thing…

"Oh please, it was that or let it all turn to rot given it was ground beef barely contained in a glove. The fact that I couldn't even feel it while it's flopping around uselessly told me it was not worth keeping. Aren't you Lakan? I've heard that your infantry would rather kill themselves than reload! Or blow themselves up for the sake of hindering the enemy! So you're one to talk!"

A typical peacekeeper, truly. She had pride in her nation, even if she was barely taught to do most things beyond the barebones basics. She can run, shoot, call for artillery and throw a drone, plus do some low-level medical stuff, but if she breaks her arm, she'd be more inclined to push the bones back and then strap it to a wooden plank instead of seeking proper medical care. Such is life.

Your metacarpals and carpals are, or at least, we’re allright- could’ve saved at least a part of your palm, darling,- noted Anna-Lena in a comical sense,- yet what remains of your hand is currently over in this canister,- he pointed at several stainless steel cylinders lying on a table,- your palm is over there, and so is this guys arm… Well most of it. Hell, if you’d give the the necessary mone… errr, if you’d give me the instruments, assistance and the rest I’d provide you with a partially reconstructed hand! Them, Lakans, love reconstructive surgery, you know… Eh? Nah, I’m not Lakan- Scottish through and through. Most of the people here are Lakans, but I can assure you that were not “too stupid to live”. We do have a limited value for human life though- but it’s not like we’re throwing human wave attacks- were not that idiotic, you know! Anyhow, what would you like for your supper eh? Unfortunately we cannot offer you pizza or high-calories stuff for now-only soups, milk and stuff- cause you’re gonna suffer from constipation. Don’t want you shitting your insides out, allright?

"Alright...that doesn't seem too hard. You just gotta put your back into it," Krikor said as he grabbed a hold of the rope. It seemed sturdy enough...hopefully.

"Are you ready?"

[Gonswanza]

"Pah, in the field I'd mostly be eating slop of what is supposed to be food from a can, or standard rations. Heck, I even brought a few along, but I suppose those can hold. Got any uh, canned beans? Or chowder? Oh, maybe even ravioli? Damn. I'd kill for some chicken ravioli in meat sauce."

Yes, even Gonswanzan rations are swell, though Peacekeepers tended to have "leftovers" to keep them barely alive. A rather sad fact, but it depends on the situation at the front and where they are. The ones pushed into cities are told to buy their own food, while at the front they are given bare minimum to cut back on costs so that the army proper can get the glut of the budget afforded to the ground forces.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

"Alright...that doesn't seem too hard. You just gotta put your back into it," Krikor said as he grabbed a hold of the rope. It seemed sturdy enough...hopefully.

"Are you ready?"

Ready… Set… Pull!
With a groaning sound, the metallic rusty construction came to a slow movement, rising up and barely stabilizing itself. At that moment, Mark and Von Staakel- men present in the area rushed to tie down the ropes to several protruding consctruction elements, finally stabilizing the antenna for good. The flag, which was already tied to it was slowly flying in the wind, rising up and down and looking rather beautiful in the beginning sundown.
Sitting down, both Lakans took a few drinks from their flasks, offering one to their assistant:
- So, you’re the lad who’s pissed off “Her Ladyship”? Poor “lady” must’ve thought that her defense was impenetrable- and now you’re here, walking right straight through it,- Von Staakel chuckled,- quire ironic, innit?

"Pah, in the field I'd mostly be eating slop of what is supposed to be food from a can, or standard rations. Heck, I even brought a few along, but I suppose those can hold. Got any uh, canned beans? Or chowder? Oh, maybe even ravioli? Damn. I'd kill for some chicken ravioli in meat sauce."

Yes, even Gonswanzan rations are swell, though Peacekeepers tended to have "leftovers" to keep them barely alive. A rather sad fact, but it depends on the situation at the front and where they are. The ones pushed into cities are told to buy their own food, while at the front they are given bare minimum to cut back on costs so that the army proper can get the glut of the budget afforded to the ground forces.

Eh, we in the IRS believe in the good old French saying “An army marches on it’s digestive system”, so you’re gonna get some high-quality food for us. Of course we’re gonna bill you for that- we’re the RIIRS, not the ICRC,- added Anna-Lena in an ironic tone,- eh, unfortunately for now you’ll only be having low-calories food, so none of that. We will give you meat, of course, but no spices or salt. Your digestive system is fouled up by all of the chemicals we’ve pumped into your meatbag to keep your brain from tearing itself apart due to pain shock- and because of this you’re going to have to refrain from food which actually tastes like something good for several weeks. Of course I’m not your doc- if you want to eat it but I’m not gonna prescribe you meds against constipation, abdominal pain and diarrhea. After all I didn’t sign no hippocratic oath!

[Mets Hayk]

"Alright...that doesn't seem too hard. You just gotta put your back into it," Krikor said as he grabbed a hold of the rope. It seemed sturdy enough...hopefully.

"Are you ready?"

Ready… Set… Pull!
With a groaning sound, the metallic rusty construction came to a slow movement, rising up and barely stabilizing itself. At that moment, Mark and Von Staakel- men present in the area rushed to tie down the ropes to several protruding consctruction elements, finally stabilizing the antenna for good. The flag, which was already tied to it was slowly flying in the wind, rising up and down and looking rather beautiful in the beginning sundown.
Sitting down, both Lakans took a few drinks from their flasks, offering one to their assistant:
- So, you’re the lad who’s pissed off “Her Ladyship”? Poor “lady” must’ve thought that her defense was impenetrable- and now you’re here, walking right straight through it,- Von Staakel chuckled,- quire ironic, innit?

"Pah, in the field I'd mostly be eating slop of what is supposed to be food from a can, or standard rations. Heck, I even brought a few along, but I suppose those can hold. Got any uh, canned beans? Or chowder? Oh, maybe even ravioli? Damn. I'd kill for some chicken ravioli in meat sauce."

Yes, even Gonswanzan rations are swell, though Peacekeepers tended to have "leftovers" to keep them barely alive. A rather sad fact, but it depends on the situation at the front and where they are. The ones pushed into cities are told to buy their own food, while at the front they are given bare minimum to cut back on costs so that the army proper can get the glut of the budget afforded to the ground forces.

Eh, we in the IRS believe in the good old French saying “An army marches on it’s digestive system”, so you’re gonna get some high-quality food for us. Of course we’re gonna bill you for that- we’re the RIIRS, not the ICRC,- added Anna-Lena in an ironic tone,- eh, unfortunately for now you’ll only be having low-calories food, so none of that. We will give you meat, of course, but no spices or salt. Your digestive system is fouled up by all of the chemicals we’ve pumped into your meatbag to keep your brain from tearing itself apart due to pain shock- and because of this you’re going to have to refrain from food which actually tastes like something good for several weeks. Of course I’m not your doc- if you want to eat it but I’m not gonna prescribe you meds against constipation, abdominal pain and diarrhea. After all I didn’t sign no hippocratic oath!

Krikor, as usual, accepted and - to his delight - the drink was quite refreshing. Come to think about it, he hadn't drunk anything in a while...maybe he should've gone through that bar. Then again, it could've been completely ransacked, and it would've been a complete waste of time. Or maybe, just maybe, one of those Totendroids was roaming around in the decrepit building. Who knows? Nonetheless, he was here...and he was safe, for now anyways.

As for their remarks, he nodded in agreement.

"I suppose so...but, eh, I've seen worse defenses...far worse. Entire cities were just trampled by our boys."

[Gonswanza]

"Tch, foot the bill to Gonswanza then. This whole mess is starting to remind me of Operation Fury. Sure, the war's died down over there, but it was a fucking mess through and through. I'm lucky I was pushed for the occupation of Hawaii instead, then I got bounced around. But hey, at least I can get some work in after all this, bashing in the skulls of protestors and throwing them around like cannon fodder. That's all they are anyways. So, what's it like for you, working with Lakans?"

Nadia seems chill for now, settling for whatever's on the menu at the moment. She's just vibing, looking around, giving a heavy sigh as she looks over herself, noting her armor, the SKS put to rest somewhere, before she moves a hand to her blade. Yeap. Still there.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Krikor, as usual, accepted and - to his delight - the drink was quite refreshing. Come to think about it, he hadn't drunk anything in a while...maybe he should've gone through that bar. Then again, it could've been completely ransacked, and it would've been a complete waste of time. Or maybe, just maybe, one of those Totendroids was roaming around in the decrepit building. Who knows? Nonetheless, he was here...and he was safe, for now anyways.

As for their remarks, he nodded in agreement.

"I suppose so...but, eh, I've seen worse defenses...far worse. Entire cities were just trampled by our boys."

(Probably to his disappointment), he’d find out that the Lakans have been drinking sparkling water, sometimes with added syrups for taste. Pal, apologies- we can’t offer you anything harder- if anyone of us was to drink on deployment we’d spend a month or two in guardhouse- all of us! Collective punishment’s no joke, that I can tell ya for sure… Nah, you don’t understand- she’s all about defenses, it’s her hobby of some sorts! Can’t live without always solving tactical riddles and shit, always practicing this stuff- and you walk right through it! Oh, the irony…

"Tch, foot the bill to Gonswanza then. This whole mess is starting to remind me of Operation Fury. Sure, the war's died down over there, but it was a fucking mess through and through. I'm lucky I was pushed for the occupation of Hawaii instead, then I got bounced around. But hey, at least I can get some work in after all this, bashing in the skulls of protestors and throwing them around like cannon fodder. That's all they are anyways. So, what's it like for you, working with Lakans?"

Nadia seems chill for now, settling for whatever's on the menu at the moment. She's just vibing, looking around, giving a heavy sigh as she looks over herself, noting her armor, the SKS put to rest somewhere, before she moves a hand to her blade. Yeap. Still there.

My service record’s far more limited- you’re going to laugh, but this is my first time actually serving “in field”. Although I did some actual treatment during training excercise and back when I was a ship doctor aboard RMS Zenobia, I’ve never had to treat someone and have my rifle be alongside at all times… Eh, what do you need your blade for?! You’re going planning to kill me, aren’t you? Your wound still needs bandaging- and considering your medical expertise, I hardly believe that you’ll be able to do this regularly…,- in an ironic fear said Anna-Lena,- your equipment, or rather what’s left of it is over in the CO’s quarters. You should pay her a visit as soon as the anesthetic will wear off- you should get walking, it’s good for your blood and stuff!

[Mets Hayk]

Krikor, as usual, accepted and - to his delight - the drink was quite refreshing. Come to think about it, he hadn't drunk anything in a while...maybe he should've gone through that bar. Then again, it could've been completely ransacked, and it would've been a complete waste of time. Or maybe, just maybe, one of those Totendroids was roaming around in the decrepit building. Who knows? Nonetheless, he was here...and he was safe, for now anyways.

As for their remarks, he nodded in agreement.

"I suppose so...but, eh, I've seen worse defenses...far worse. Entire cities were just trampled by our boys."

(Probably to his disappointment), he’d find out that the Lakans have been drinking sparkling water, sometimes with added syrups for taste. Pal, apologies- we can’t offer you anything harder- if anyone of us was to drink on deployment we’d spend a month or two in guardhouse- all of us! Collective punishment’s no joke, that I can tell ya for sure… Nah, you don’t understand- she’s all about defenses, it’s her hobby of some sorts! Can’t live without always solving tactical riddles and shit, always practicing this stuff- and you walk right through it! Oh, the irony…

"Tch, foot the bill to Gonswanza then. This whole mess is starting to remind me of Operation Fury. Sure, the war's died down over there, but it was a fucking mess through and through. I'm lucky I was pushed for the occupation of Hawaii instead, then I got bounced around. But hey, at least I can get some work in after all this, bashing in the skulls of protestors and throwing them around like cannon fodder. That's all they are anyways. So, what's it like for you, working with Lakans?"

Nadia seems chill for now, settling for whatever's on the menu at the moment. She's just vibing, looking around, giving a heavy sigh as she looks over herself, noting her armor, the SKS put to rest somewhere, before she moves a hand to her blade. Yeap. Still there.

My service record’s far more limited- you’re going to laugh, but this is my first time actually serving “in field”. Although I did some actual treatment during training excercise and back when I was a ship doctor aboard RMS Zenobia, I’ve never had to treat someone and have my rifle be alongside at all times… Eh, what do you need your blade for?! You’re going planning to kill me, aren’t you? Your wound still needs bandaging- and considering your medical expertise, I hardly believe that you’ll be able to do this regularly…,- in an ironic fear said Anna-Lena,- your equipment, or rather what’s left of it is over in the CO’s quarters. You should pay her a visit as soon as the anesthetic will wear off- you should get walking, it’s good for your blood and stuff!

"Interesting...very interesting. Then again, that explains why you're all so...organized. Maybe too organized but, then again, it's to be expected these days. Everyone's hopping on the old 'hyper-militaristic' and 'hyper-organized" trope...most of whom aren't exactly the best strategists. You can plan things out...test things out...but when it comes to the real thing, the plan falls apart. I'm just glad that I wasn't shot on sight."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Istenfia woke up, sitting straight up where he broke out in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavy but then it slowly began to slow down as he began to realize where he was, home. Istenfia looked down and saw he was in his room and on his bed. Everything looked neat and clean as it always should be, he started blinking and saw that he could see in his left eye, not only that but he took his right arm and touched his left arm. It was still there, he still had his arm! So, it was just a dream he thought to himself, he was glad and began getting out of bed and walked over to the window and opened the blinds to look upon the beautiful coast of Satsurika. He smiles and as he was looking out into the ocean, he heard a knock. Istenfia turned to the door and then responded.

Istenfia: "Who is it?"

Servant: "Sir, your crowning is almost about to begin! We didn't want to wake you but you must hurry!"

Crap! Istenfia forgot that today was the day he would become the Ceszarist today and he was gonna be late! Istenfia began getting ready as fast as he can by opening the door and running down the busy halls, to where the tailor would be to help him dress for the occasion.

Tailor: "Sir, there you are I have been worried sick that you wouldn't be here. Now shall we begin?"

Istenfia: "Of course please do!"

Istenfia began to get ready for this big day as he should. When they were finished Istenfia was escorted into a car where he would be taken to St.Klara's Cathedral. It wouldn't take long until they got to the Cathedral. As soon as Istenfia got there the Katona's guards were waiting he walked to the center doors of the cathedral where the ceremony was held. When he walked into the Cathedral he saw many political figures from people in the KUN to people from other nations. He walked as everyone began to stand, this was it. Everything Istenfia had ever wanted was this exactly, he wished his father was here to see this and Nad- wait a moment.... What was he thinking? She's not even real! That dream was more like a nightmare but nevertheless, Istenfia needed to forget about it as this is more important then any stupid little nightmare. He got to the alter where his sister stood along with his mother. He bowed before her and then got back up to face her.

Sasha Juhasz: "As expect of a Juhasz, After everything you have went through you deserve this the most. No one has done anything so great to become worthy of becoming a Ceszarist, congrats my son."

Istenfia began to smiling and try to hold back tears as he stood in front of his mother. He looked towards Petra and she was just as happy. She then whispered to Istenfia

Petra Juhasz: "I was wrong about you Istenfia, you defiantly do deserve this way more then anyone else. Congratulations my brother, I will stand by you always."

Petra then suddenly began walk away from the alter and towards the front entrance of the Cathedral. It was strange and very unorthodox for someone even with such status to look like there walking out of such a ceremony. Was she mad that he was going to become the Ceszarist and she wasn't? Why was she leaving? Istenfia looked back at her to ask where she was going

Istenfia: "Petra? Where are you going the ceremony is about to start and everyone's looking at us, what are you doing?"

Just before opening the doors to the front of the cathedral she turned to face Istenfia once more and responds continuing what she was saying before

Petra: "Besides Istenfia, if you were to lead and allow me to stand by you. I believe you would never put me or anyone in danger to possibly get us both killed right?"

Istenfia was shocked by this comment, this wasn't like Petra to do or say such a thing. Istenfia was mad that she would be causing such a scene in front of everyone as well. In a yelling tone began to reply to Petra

Istenfia: "Petra, you are causing a scene this isn't like you! I'm sorry that I'm taking the thrown but this is childish!"

Petra: "If you are really ready to become the Ceszarist, then why did you let me and Nadia die?"

Istenfia: "W-what? How do yo-"

Istenfia's eyes began to widen as he was gonna talk back to her, a Totendroid bursts through the door and then slashes at Petra who didn't even flinched when the Totendroid busted into the Cathedral. Petra was cut in half and then the Totendroid began its rampage on everyone in the Cathedral. Istenfia stood there in shock and felt like he couldn't move at all. Why was that thing here!? Of all places!? Suddenly Sasha, Istenfia's mother began walking towards the Totendroid as it continued it's bloody rampage. Istenfia tried to grab her but he still felt frozen.

Istenfia: "W-wait! Mother stop what are you doing!? Come back!"

Sasha turned around and looked at Istenfia, she was crying like she was when he announced to her that he was leaving to the DMZ.

Sasha Juhasz: "You said you would come back! Your father said the same as well! Why must you all lie to me!? You promised Istenfia!"

As she said that the Totendroid picked her up and bit down on her and throwing her to the side. Istenfia didn't know what to do other then try to finally try to run but once more the Totendroid pounced on him and then clamping down on his arm once more. Istenfia yelled out in pain as it held onto him, he didn't know what to do but then suddenly it began slowly ripping his arm off again. It threw him on the ground and he laid there once more in pain. He turned over as the Totendroid came closer. As it was about to do the same thing it did to his mother, he woke up. He woke up and burst upwards in a cold sweat again, yelling as he woke up from the nightmare. When he stopped yelling after a quick second, he began looking around the area he was in. He looked around and saw he was in some sort of hospital. He continued to breathe heavily again but then suddenly he felt a sharp pain and collapse back down on the bed, in pain. He didn't just wake up, he was still in a nightmare.

[GreatOceania]

Krikor, as usual, accepted and - to his delight - the drink was quite refreshing. Come to think about it, he hadn't drunk anything in a while...maybe he should've gone through that bar. Then again, it could've been completely ransacked, and it would've been a complete waste of time. Or maybe, just maybe, one of those Totendroids was roaming around in the decrepit building. Who knows? Nonetheless, he was here...and he was safe, for now anyways.

As for their remarks, he nodded in agreement.

"I suppose so...but, eh, I've seen worse defenses...far worse. Entire cities were just trampled by our boys."

(Probably to his disappointment), he’d find out that the Lakans have been drinking sparkling water, sometimes with added syrups for taste. Pal, apologies- we can’t offer you anything harder- if anyone of us was to drink on deployment we’d spend a month or two in guardhouse- all of us! Collective punishment’s no joke, that I can tell ya for sure… Nah, you don’t understand- she’s all about defenses, it’s her hobby of some sorts! Can’t live without always solving tactical riddles and shit, always practicing this stuff- and you walk right through it! Oh, the irony…

"Tch, foot the bill to Gonswanza then. This whole mess is starting to remind me of Operation Fury. Sure, the war's died down over there, but it was a fucking mess through and through. I'm lucky I was pushed for the occupation of Hawaii instead, then I got bounced around. But hey, at least I can get some work in after all this, bashing in the skulls of protestors and throwing them around like cannon fodder. That's all they are anyways. So, what's it like for you, working with Lakans?"

Nadia seems chill for now, settling for whatever's on the menu at the moment. She's just vibing, looking around, giving a heavy sigh as she looks over herself, noting her armor, the SKS put to rest somewhere, before she moves a hand to her blade. Yeap. Still there.

My service record’s far more limited- you’re going to laugh, but this is my first time actually serving “in field”. Although I did some actual treatment during training excercise and back when I was a ship doctor aboard RMS Zenobia, I’ve never had to treat someone and have my rifle be alongside at all times… Eh, what do you need your blade for?! You’re going planning to kill me, aren’t you? Your wound still needs bandaging- and considering your medical expertise, I hardly believe that you’ll be able to do this regularly…,- in an ironic fear said Anna-Lena,- your equipment, or rather what’s left of it is over in the CO’s quarters. You should pay her a visit as soon as the anesthetic will wear off- you should get walking, it’s good for your blood and stuff!

While talking with one another the sound of something being bashed against something was heard although it was faint meaning it wasn't nearby and was coming from one of the rooms they were gonna have to check every one of the rooms to see what it was as and hope for the best that it wasn't another totendroid or some other dangerous abomination that was lurking about.

Istenfia woke up, sitting straight up where he broke out in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavy but then it slowly began to slow down as he began to realize where he was, home. Istenfia looked down and saw he was in his room and on his bed. Everything looked neat and clean as it always should be, he started blinking and saw that he could see in his left eye, not only that but he took his right arm and touched his left arm. It was still there, he still had his arm! So, it was just a dream he thought to himself, he was glad and began getting out of bed and walked over to the window and opened the blinds to look upon the beautiful coast of Satsurika. He smiles and as he was looking out into the ocean, he heard a knock. Istenfia turned to the door and then responded.

Istenfia: "Who is it?"

Servant: "Sir, your crowning is almost about to begin! We didn't want to wake you but you must hurry!"

Crap! Istenfia forgot that today was the day he would become the Ceszarist today and he was gonna be late! Istenfia began getting ready as fast as he can by opening the door and running down the busy halls, to where the tailor would be to help him dress for the occasion.

Tailor: "Sir, there you are I have been worried sick that you wouldn't be here. Now shall we begin?"

Istenfia: "Of course please do!"

Istenfia began to get ready for this big day as he should. When they were finished Istenfia was escorted into a car where he would be taken to St.Klara's Cathedral. It wouldn't take long until they got to the Cathedral. As soon as Istenfia got there the Katona's guards were waiting he walked to the center doors of the cathedral where the ceremony was held. When he walked into the Cathedral he saw many political figures from people in the KUN to people from other nations. He walked as everyone began to stand, this was it. Everything Istenfia had ever wanted was this exactly, he wished his father was here to see this and Nad- wait a moment.... What was he thinking? She's not even real! That dream was more like a nightmare but nevertheless, Istenfia needed to forget about it as this is more important then any stupid little nightmare. He got to the alter where his sister stood along with his mother. He bowed before her and then got back up to face her.

Sasha Juhasz: "As expect of a Juhasz, After everything you have went through you deserve this the most. No one has done anything so great to become worthy of becoming a Ceszarist, congrats my son."

Istenfia began to smiling and try to hold back tears as he stood in front of his mother. He looked towards Petra and she was just as happy. She then whispered to Istenfia

Petra Juhasz: "I was wrong about you Istenfia, you defiantly do deserve this way more then anyone else. Congratulations my brother, I will stand by you always."

Petra then suddenly began walk away from the alter and towards the front entrance of the Cathedral. It was strange and very unorthodox for someone even with such status to look like there walking out of such a ceremony. Was she mad that he was going to become the Ceszarist and she wasn't? Why was she leaving? Istenfia looked back at her to ask where she was going

Istenfia: "Petra? Where are you going the ceremony is about to start and everyone's looking at us, what are you doing?"

Just before opening the doors to the front of the cathedral she turned to face Istenfia once more and responds continuing what she was saying before

Petra: "Besides Istenfia, if you were to lead and allow me to stand by you. I believe you would never put me or anyone in danger to possibly get us both killed right?"

Istenfia was shocked by this comment, this wasn't like Petra to do or say such a thing. Istenfia was mad that she would be causing such a scene in front of everyone as well. In a yelling tone began to reply to Petra

Istenfia: "Petra, you are causing a scene this isn't like you! I'm sorry that I'm taking the thrown but this is childish!"

Petra: "If you are really ready to become the Ceszarist, then why did you let me and Nadia die?"

Istenfia: "W-what? How do yo-"

Istenfia's eyes began to widen as he was gonna talk back to her, a Totendroid bursts through the door and then slashes at Petra who didn't even flinched when the Totendroid busted into the Cathedral. Petra was cut in half and then the Totendroid began its rampage on everyone in the Cathedral. Istenfia stood there in shock and felt like he couldn't move at all. Why was that thing here!? Of all places!? Suddenly Sasha, Istenfia's mother began walking towards the Totendroid as it continued it's bloody rampage. Istenfia tried to grab her but he still felt frozen.

Istenfia: "W-wait! Mother stop what are you doing!? Come back!"

Sasha turned around and looked at Istenfia, she was crying like she was when he announced to her that he was leaving to the DMZ.

Sasha Juhasz: "You said you would come back! Your father said the same as well! Why must you all lie to me!? You promised Istenfia!"

As she said that the Totendroid picked her up and bit down on her and throwing her to the side. Istenfia didn't know what to do other then try to finally try to run but once more the Totendroid pounced on him and then clamping down on his arm once more. Istenfia yelled out in pain as it held onto him, he didn't know what to do but then suddenly it began slowly ripping his arm off again. It threw him on the ground and he laid there once more in pain. He turned over as the Totendroid came closer. As it was about to do the same thing it did to his mother, he woke up. He woke up and burst upwards in a cold sweat again, yelling as he woke up from the nightmare. When he stopped yelling after a quick second, he began looking around the area he was in. He looked around and saw he was in some sort of hospital. He continued to breathe heavily again but then suddenly he felt a sharp pain and collapse back down on the bed, in pain. He didn't just wake up, he was still in a nightmare.

"In due time we will meet face to face we got a lot of stuff to talk about one of them being how made a certain thing angry and the other will determine your outcome but until then" It could be either from the pain, the amount of drugs he was given, or he was starting to go crazy as his sanity starts withering away at a slow pace, either way, that voice he was the only one who could hear it and wonders when he will meet the mysterious stranger.

Alyana:"Tsk. This place looks like a graveyard"

She said in a disgust as she passes over corpses, dead organics, and disabled drones. Though seeing the downed stork drone, she is more cautious of any drones or robots, noting its possible hostilities to an outsider like her. She carefully took the rifle from her back, and prepared the grenade launcher just in case. With her finger at the trigger, she walks in a fast pace, aiming at the corners she looks at, ready to fire if something shows its interest to be hostile. Of course, she constantly looks up into the air for any possible stork drones from earlier, ready to shoot them in case they attacked her. Arriving at the woods, the unknown organic material piqued her interest. Its not like she see this stuff everyday in Fort Kalinka right? And so, she decided to test its reaction to see if its dangerous or not. Still holding her rifle, she took a hand-sized stone, and throws it at the material attached to the trunk. As she throws the stone, she aim her rifle to see if it reacts dangerously, noting the dead plants and animals surrounding it maybe because of the said material. If the said material didn't react, then it may be safe for her to pass.

All the material did was flinch when getting hit by the stone but didn't much after that signaling that it's safe to walk past them and the cause of the dead plants and animals could range from various things such as radiation, or predators and considering how they were killed its easy to tell that it isn't human at all.

[Mets Hayk]

(Probably to his disappointment), he’d find out that the Lakans have been drinking sparkling water, sometimes with added syrups for taste. Pal, apologies- we can’t offer you anything harder- if anyone of us was to drink on deployment we’d spend a month or two in guardhouse- all of us! Collective punishment’s no joke, that I can tell ya for sure… Nah, you don’t understand- she’s all about defenses, it’s her hobby of some sorts! Can’t live without always solving tactical riddles and shit, always practicing this stuff- and you walk right through it! Oh, the irony…

My service record’s far more limited- you’re going to laugh, but this is my first time actually serving “in field”. Although I did some actual treatment during training excercise and back when I was a ship doctor aboard RMS Zenobia, I’ve never had to treat someone and have my rifle be alongside at all times… Eh, what do you need your blade for?! You’re going planning to kill me, aren’t you? Your wound still needs bandaging- and considering your medical expertise, I hardly believe that you’ll be able to do this regularly…,- in an ironic fear said Anna-Lena,- your equipment, or rather what’s left of it is over in the CO’s quarters. You should pay her a visit as soon as the anesthetic will wear off- you should get walking, it’s good for your blood and stuff!

While talking with one another the sound of something being bashed against something was heard although it was faint meaning it wasn't nearby and was coming from one of the rooms they were gonna have to check every one of the rooms to see what it was as and hope for the best that it wasn't another totendroid or some other dangerous abomination that was lurking about.

Krikor was caught off guard by the sudden noise...were his fears finally being realized? Had the abominations finally caught up to him, ready to tear the flesh from his bones? Nevertheless, sweat rolled down his face all the same. Twas time...he was certain of it, and he hoped his new comrades were too. He didn't have his guns...his worst fears amplified. Krikor muttered two words, quietly...but just loud enough for the others to hear:

"Oh, fuck..."

[Gonswanza]

"Oh lucky you... Sitting back, while I had to kick ass and grind poor fucks into the ground. Look, I'd rather keep my knife and gear, than put my trust blindly into someone else's hands. But I ain't gonna stab ya. Look at me! I can hardly make a move, why should I stab such a cutie like yourself? Hm? Unless it's a different kind of stabbing, but I don't think now's the time or place for that. Plus, we BARELY met! You loony..."

Nadia's not really up for getting romantic, yet, the mild compliment was rather heartfelt, despite her abrasive language earlier. Sometimes, people can just be plain rude when woken up. At least she's keeping her hand away from her blade now, resting it upon her stomach, as she waits for a moment to stand proper, once her head's not busy being a dizzy mess.

[Kingdom Of The UN]

After laying still for a moment Istenfia and hearing that voice, he began to look around again. This time he began to see that he was in some sort of hospital but no one around that he could see. What the hell is going on? When did he get here? What is going on? Who are those people that were helping him? He still felt disoriented but nevertheless that wasn't gonna keep him down. He began trying to get up from the bed but everything just continued to hurt even more, his breathing slowed and he didn't really know what to do. He just began looking for a response.

Istenfia: "Hello? Where the fuck am I? Am I in hell? Is this really what hell is like?"

Istenfia continued to feel uneasy, and after such a nightmare he just thinks of home. Never in his time in the service has he been faced with such a horrid situation. He blinks and sees that his eye is gone, then he tried to grab is left arm, gone. That was just a nightmare, who was he kidding he basically still was in one! He can feel his head pounding and his body aching. Fuck this was such a shitty situation, he then thought again about the job. Then again, yeah they did the job but how the hell was he gonna get back!

[Laka Strolistandiler]

"Oh lucky you... Sitting back, while I had to kick ass and grind poor fucks into the ground. Look, I'd rather keep my knife and gear, than put my trust blindly into someone else's hands. But I ain't gonna stab ya. Look at me! I can hardly make a move, why should I stab such a cutie like yourself? Hm? Unless it's a different kind of stabbing, but I don't think now's the time or place for that. Plus, we BARELY met! You loony..."

Nadia's not really up for getting romantic, yet, the mild compliment was rather heartfelt, despite her abrasive language earlier. Sometimes, people can just be plain rude when woken up. At least she's keeping her hand away from her blade now, resting it upon her stomach, as she waits for a moment to stand proper, once her head's not busy being a dizzy mess.

My Dear,- Anna-Lena smiled,- if you’d only know how often I’ve heard romantics and other “horned” stuff from patients who are still under the influence of narcotics… Anyhow, let me help you get up…- at this moment the heart rate of a patient on another bed started to increase, and Anna-Lena swiftly abandoned Nadia, running to his bed and checking his blood pressure, possibly reaching for the defibrillators… Yet he was alive!

After laying still for a moment Istenfia and hearing that voice, he began to look around again. This time he began to see that he was in some sort of hospital but no one around that he could see. What the hell is going on? When did he get here? What is going on? Who are those people that were helping him? He still felt disoriented but nevertheless that wasn't gonna keep him down. He began trying to get up from the bed but everything just continued to hurt even more, his breathing slowed and he didn't really know what to do. He just began looking for a response.

Istenfia: "Hello? Where the fuck am I? Am I in hell? Is this really what hell is like?"

Istenfia continued to feel uneasy, and after such a nightmare he just thinks of home. Never in his time in the service has he been faced with such a horrid situation. He blinks and sees that his eye is gone, then he tried to grab is left arm, gone. That was just a nightmare, who was he kidding he basically still was in one! He can feel his head pounding and his body aching. Fuck this was such a shitty situation, he then thought again about the job. Then again, yeah they did the job but how the hell was he gonna get back!

Calm down, calm down,- she bended over his face,- you’re allright, you’re in my hands now. I am doctor Harpham, I’ve treated your wounds. It’s safe now, safe- I assur…

While talking with one another the sound of something being bashed against something was heard although it was faint meaning it wasn't nearby and was coming from one of the rooms they were gonna have to check every one of the rooms to see what it was as and hope for the best that it wasn't another totendroid or some other dangerous abomination that was lurking about.

-Well, looks like you’re not the only one holed up down ‘ere!- Von Staakel radio’d in the command, who at this moment was busy making herself some tea:
- My Lady! This is Savoy-2-3, we’ve just heard a suspicious sound coming from somewhere below, may need some support in here!
-For the love of God I cannot just sit down in this place, can’t I?!

Soon thereafter, most of the squad was present at the hospital’s entrance, with Anna-Ksenya, looking as irritated as possible, walking up and down the line, explaining to them their current orders:
-Yet again one of you, useless little scoundrels, fouled up and because of this some abomination of our Lord’s creation is currently walking out there,- she pointed towards the hospital entrance,- threatening our wounded and our personnel holed up on the roof. I will not tolerate such things in this town! I gave you, morons, orders to check it through and through and look what we have here! Whoever the hell is responsible for this is getting themselves several days of guardhouse at best- and trust me, we’ll see what we’re up against! Check. This. Building. Room. From. Room.

After this, she reached for a photograph of the building’s fire escape plans, previously photographed by Anna-Lena and send over to her CO,- currently we have two groups in this building- one here,- she pointed towards the operating room,- where we have Yevgeny, Zhelvak, Dr. Harpham and two patients and two here,- she then pointed at the roof,- three people including 2 riflemen. For now, our current objective will be regrouping and uniting with the personnel in the operating room- Zhelvak’s superior hearing and smelling will provide us much needed assistance. Then, we will move in a large group all throughout the building, checking every room, every closet for any signs of movement. Always maintain complete radio coverage, under no circumstances deviate from the plan and never get away from the group. Now… Night vision- on,- she pitted down her NGNVD,- let’s go in, lads!

Generally speaking, they’re going to move in a file formation, with the two riflemen traveling at the front, behind them- machine gunner and grenadier and then finally Carl-Gustav with several confined-space-optimized rounds loaded in. While this is going on, Zhelvak will be sitting in the operating room with Yevgeny, both of whom will be keenly listening to any sounds and report each and every change to their CO via radio. The radioman is going to monitor the building through and through, constantly sending in signals programmed to activate remotely activated electronics (considering that it was already de-mined, there should be no mines that can be exploded by him already)- as well as watch out for any additional radio transitions coming from the building. Anna-Lena is going to swiftly create a tripwire with her grenade and install it at the entrance to the operating room, to prevent any “unwanted incursions”.

(I’m going to use a standard Soviet polyclinic as a basis for this building) Considering the fact that the men operating on the roof must’ve heard the sound loud and clear, it was most likely that whatever made the sound is at the same floor with the operating room- at the floor 2. Monitoring the sole staircase should be easy for the marksman, considering that it’s very well-lit and full of windows- she should even be able to give apt details on whatever she’ll see through the windows, or even take a shot if ordered to. For now, the primary objective for the squad is to retrieve the war dog and then, using the war dog seek out the enemy- looking for both sound and smell, finding the enemy should be an easy task for her. Cabinet by cabinet, not too loudly but still checking every place where whatever the hell made that sound could be. Then, they’re going to slowly and extremely carefully group up, positioning Carl Gustaf as far as possible from the room in which the enemy is, with the machine gun a bit parallel and behind it (but not too behind to be hit by the backblast- the infantry will stay either in rooms next to the hallway or as far away from the rocket motor’s blast as possible. The CO will attempt to negotiate with the hostile using her loudspeaker, giving him 10 seconds to come out with their hands behind their back, after which the machine gun will fire a “small”burst of ~25 rounds, hoping to bait whatever hides in there into the hallway- it will sound like the enemy has fired out it’s mag and is now open for attacks. As soon as something will appear in the hallway, Carl Gustaf will fire the FV401 confined-space-optimized round. Considering the fact that all members of the squad, including doggo are carrying earplugs (they’ll put them in before Carl Gustaf will fire)- overpressure from the booster firing should not be that much of an issue to them, especially considering that they’re going to put as much distance between themselves and the target’s location is possible. Carl Gustaf’s round will launch around 1000 flechettes- which should be enough to at least stun whatever the hell is there- and the stun should give the infantry enough time for each one to empty at least half a mag into it- as soon as the firing will stop the grenadier will stand ready with his C-4, small doses of which will be located near the entry into the room. If the enemy will still show signs of movement, they’re going to detonate it- enough to finish whatever the fuck there is but not enough to collapse the building and bury everyone alive. After all, he’s a sapper- he knows his work!

Anna-Lena would grab her rifle, swiftly put on an NVD and “order” Nadia: “Okay, looks like you’re not so safe in ‘ere. Would you kindly talk to your friend while me and my friends make it safe?”- she watched down the hallway through the sights of her rifle, ready to make whatever came into it eat lead.

[Gonswanza]

"Aye fucking shit. Well... I guess its me and the prince."

Nadia rises, before getting off the bed, then walking over to the poor prince, just to get a word in.

"So uh, we are alive. The Lakans took us in. now theres something at the door and we are stuck here. Lovely first date, no? Just stay awake, you look better like that then when you are just limp and almost dead."

[Mets Hayk]

Krikor continued to wait...and wait...and wait. He, and these two other fools...awaiting either their rescue or their inevitable doom. Twas no doubt that there was a sense of anxiety looming - much like the perpetual dread that encompassed these god-forsaken lands...as much as he wanted to go downstairs, and as much he wanted to persuade the others to give him his guns back...he knew that it would all be in vein. For all he knew, the creature was prowling the halls already...hunting for its prey with ravenous brutality. Were he to go downstairs, he would've certainly met his fate. Maybe he could make a 'leap of faith'? There didn't seem to be anything that'd break his fall and...besides, he'd probably hurt himself anyways. And so, he turned to the others...

"So...do you guys have any plans?"

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Krikor continued to wait...and wait...and wait. He, and these two other fools...awaiting either their rescue or their inevitable doom. Twas no doubt that there was a sense of anxiety looming - much like the perpetual dread that encompassed these god-forsaken lands...as much as he wanted to go downstairs, and as much he wanted to persuade the others to give him his guns back...he knew that it would all be in vein. For all he knew, the creature was prowling the halls already...hunting for its prey with ravenous brutality. Were he to go downstairs, he would've certainly met his fate. Maybe he could make a 'leap of faith'? There didn't seem to be anything that'd break his fall and...besides, he'd probably hurt himself anyways. And so, he turned to the others...

"So...do you guys have any plans?"

“Stand down, and wait for our lads down there. CO is afraid that if we’re going to go down we’re going to attract the attention of whatever the fuck lurks below. They are bringing in heavy hitters- the 84-mm recoilless rifle and the LSAT LMG- I suppose that this is more than enough to at least deal with whatever the hell is there. We’ve even got a war dog- it’s going to help us to find this abomination and fuck it up!

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Istenfia looks at the two of them, everything seems to be happening to fast at the moment. One thing was assuring was that everything was ok. Finally some good news, another thing that was good assuring was that Nadia was alive! If she’d died Istenfia wouldn’t really know what to do. What they were telling him was a little to fast.

Istenfia: “hold up, hold up! Everything’s going to fast, but Nad your alive! Thank god I thought you were dead, I’m so glad your alive!”

Istenfia tried to get up to express his thankfulness by hugging Nadia even if it hurt him. He looked over to the doc next and thanked her.

Istenfia: “Thank you so much doc! I can’t explain my gratitude enough for what you have done. Thank you so very much. I promise that the KUN will reward you greatly!”

Istenfia began to cry tears of joy at the fact that him and his partner were saved by such brave soldiers!

[Mets Hayk]

Krikor continued to wait...and wait...and wait. He, and these two other fools...awaiting either their rescue or their inevitable doom. Twas no doubt that there was a sense of anxiety looming - much like the perpetual dread that encompassed these god-forsaken lands...as much as he wanted to go downstairs, and as much he wanted to persuade the others to give him his guns back...he knew that it would all be in vein. For all he knew, the creature was prowling the halls already...hunting for its prey with ravenous brutality. Were he to go downstairs, he would've certainly met his fate. Maybe he could make a 'leap of faith'? There didn't seem to be anything that'd break his fall and...besides, he'd probably hurt himself anyways. And so, he turned to the others...

"So...do you guys have any plans?"

“Stand down, and wait for our lads down there. CO is afraid that if we’re going to go down we’re going to attract the attention of whatever the fuck lurks below. They are bringing in heavy hitters- the 84-mm recoilless rifle and the LSAT LMG- I suppose that this is more than enough to at least deal with whatever the hell is there. We’ve even got a war dog- it’s going to help us to find this abomination and fuck it up!

"Alright...but what if, God forbid, the prick takes out your friends down there? What then?"

[GreatOceania]

-Well, looks like you’re not the only one holed up down ‘ere!- Von Staakel radio’d in the command, who at this moment was busy making herself some tea:
- My Lady! This is Savoy-2-3, we’ve just heard a suspicious sound coming from somewhere below, may need some support in here!
-For the love of God I cannot just sit down in this place, can’t I?!

Soon thereafter, most of the squad was present at the hospital’s entrance, with Anna-Ksenya, looking as irritated as possible, walking up and down the line, explaining to them their current orders:
-Yet again one of you, useless little scoundrels, fouled up and because of this some abomination of our Lord’s creation is currently walking out there,- she pointed towards the hospital entrance,- threatening our wounded and our personnel holed up on the roof. I will not tolerate such things in this town! I gave you, morons, orders to check it through and through and look what we have here! Whoever the hell is responsible for this is getting themselves several days of guardhouse at best- and trust me, we’ll see what we’re up against! Check. This. Building. Room. From. Room.

After this, she reached for a photograph of the building’s fire escape plans, previously photographed by Anna-Lena and send over to her CO,- currently we have two groups in this building- one here,- she pointed towards the operating room,- where we have Yevgeny, Zhelvak, Dr. Harpham and two patients and two here,- she then pointed at the roof,- three people including 2 riflemen. For now, our current objective will be regrouping and uniting with the personnel in the operating room- Zhelvak’s superior hearing and smelling will provide us much needed assistance. Then, we will move in a large group all throughout the building, checking every room, every closet for any signs of movement. Always maintain complete radio coverage, under no circumstances deviate from the plan and never get away from the group. Now… Night vision- on,- she pitted down her NGNVD,- let’s go in, lads!

Generally speaking, they’re going to move in a file formation, with the two riflemen traveling at the front, behind them- machine gunner and grenadier and then finally Carl-Gustav with several confined-space-optimized rounds loaded in. While this is going on, Zhelvak will be sitting in the operating room with Yevgeny, both of whom will be keenly listening to any sounds and report each and every change to their CO via radio. The radioman is going to monitor the building through and through, constantly sending in signals programmed to activate remotely activated electronics (considering that it was already de-mined, there should be no mines that can be exploded by him already)- as well as watch out for any additional radio transitions coming from the building. Anna-Lena is going to swiftly create a tripwire with her grenade and install it at the entrance to the operating room, to prevent any “unwanted incursions”.

(I’m going to use a standard Soviet polyclinic as a basis for this building) Considering the fact that the men operating on the roof must’ve heard the sound loud and clear, it was most likely that whatever made the sound is at the same floor with the operating room- at the floor 2. Monitoring the sole staircase should be easy for the marksman, considering that it’s very well-lit and full of windows- she should even be able to give apt details on whatever she’ll see through the windows, or even take a shot if ordered to. For now, the primary objective for the squad is to retrieve the war dog and then check floor 3, cabinet by cabinet, not too loudly but still checking every place where whatever the hell made that sound could be.

Anna-Lena would grab her rifle, swiftly put on an NVD and “order” Nadia: “Okay, looks like you’re not so safe in ‘ere. Would you kindly talk to your friend while me and my friends make it safe?”- she watched down the hallway through the sights of her rifle, ready to make whatever came into it eat lead.

It was a slow process of checking and clearing every room within the building most were empty however the banging continues finally getting louder as they reached a door with a sign saying "laboratory" entering carefully and quiet they figured out what was causing the noise 6 LAROHs these human-looking robots were occupied doing things that ordinary human would do in a medical lab one was on a computer typing away albeit said computer doesn't work so it was only typing nothing on a black screen, 3 were standing around a table messing with vials and a microscope acting like they're doing something, 1 was messing some equipment on a counter and the last one was banging his head on the metal file cabinet.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

"Alright...but what if, God forbid, the prick takes out your friends down there? What then?"

Well, in this unlikely circumstances,- he fixed his bayonet,- we’ll fight to the death!

-Well, looks like you’re not the only one holed up down ‘ere!- Von Staakel radio’d in the command, who at this moment was busy making herself some tea:
- My Lady! This is Savoy-2-3, we’ve just heard a suspicious sound coming from somewhere below, may need some support in here!
-For the love of God I cannot just sit down in this place, can’t I?!

Soon thereafter, most of the squad was present at the hospital’s entrance, with Anna-Ksenya, looking as irritated as possible, walking up and down the line, explaining to them their current orders:
-Yet again one of you, useless little scoundrels, fouled up and because of this some abomination of our Lord’s creation is currently walking out there,- she pointed towards the hospital entrance,- threatening our wounded and our personnel holed up on the roof. I will not tolerate such things in this town! I gave you, morons, orders to check it through and through and look what we have here! Whoever the hell is responsible for this is getting themselves several days of guardhouse at best- and trust me, we’ll see what we’re up against! Check. This. Building. Room. From. Room.

After this, she reached for a photograph of the building’s fire escape plans, previously photographed by Anna-Lena and send over to her CO,- currently we have two groups in this building- one here,- she pointed towards the operating room,- where we have Yevgeny, Zhelvak, Dr. Harpham and two patients and two here,- she then pointed at the roof,- three people including 2 riflemen. For now, our current objective will be regrouping and uniting with the personnel in the operating room- Zhelvak’s superior hearing and smelling will provide us much needed assistance. Then, we will move in a large group all throughout the building, checking every room, every closet for any signs of movement. Always maintain complete radio coverage, under no circumstances deviate from the plan and never get away from the group. Now… Night vision- on,- she pitted down her NGNVD,- let’s go in, lads!

Generally speaking, they’re going to move in a file formation, with the two riflemen traveling at the front, behind them- machine gunner and grenadier and then finally Carl-Gustav with several confined-space-optimized rounds loaded in. While this is going on, Zhelvak will be sitting in the operating room with Yevgeny, both of whom will be keenly listening to any sounds and report each and every change to their CO via radio. The radioman is going to monitor the building through and through, constantly sending in signals programmed to activate remotely activated electronics (considering that it was already de-mined, there should be no mines that can be exploded by him already)- as well as watch out for any additional radio transitions coming from the building. Anna-Lena is going to swiftly create a tripwire with her grenade and install it at the entrance to the operating room, to prevent any “unwanted incursions”.

(I’m going to use a standard Soviet polyclinic as a basis for this building) Considering the fact that the men operating on the roof must’ve heard the sound loud and clear, it was most likely that whatever made the sound is at the same floor with the operating room- at the floor 2. Monitoring the sole staircase should be easy for the marksman, considering that it’s very well-lit and full of windows- she should even be able to give apt details on whatever she’ll see through the windows, or even take a shot if ordered to. For now, the primary objective for the squad is to retrieve the war dog and then check floor 3, cabinet by cabinet, not too loudly but still checking every place where whatever the hell made that sound could be.

Anna-Lena would grab her rifle, swiftly put on an NVD and “order” Nadia: “Okay, looks like you’re not so safe in ‘ere. Would you kindly talk to your friend while me and my friends make it safe?”- she watched down the hallway through the sights of her rifle, ready to make whatever came into it eat lead.

It was a slow process of checking and clearing every room within the building most were empty however the banging continues finally getting louder as they reached a door with a sign saying "laboratory" entering carefully and quiet they figured out what was causing the noise 6 LAROHs these human-looking robots were occupied doing things that ordinary human would do in a medical lab one was on a computer typing away albeit said computer doesn't work so it was only typing nothing on a black screen, 3 were standing around a table messing with vials and a microscope acting like they're doing something, 1 was messing some equipment on a counter and the last one was banging his head on the metal file cabinet.

-Contact! Defensive positions!- Anna-Ksenya screamed at the top of her lungs, as the squad, a bit sporadically, took their “ambush” positions, with LMG and Carl Gustaf operators slamming into a prone firing position and preparing their “instruments” for operations- as soon as the grenadier, whose task was to swiftly mine the hallway took a glimpse inside the room and saw what exactly the robots were doing, he hardly held his laughs…
-Mr Forster?!- his commander, clearly surprised at him suddenly stopping deploying explosives and beginning to laugh, initially through that some sort of a psychotropic weapons was activated on him, however as soon as she decided to order some of the infantrymen to move him across, he spoke up:
- My Lady, these robots are hardly dangerous to us. I mean, take a look inside, they’re just doing some maintenance work! Hell, I’d bet that they could be of use to…
-Shut up! I didn’t give you no permission to speak! Carry on keeping this room under your aim, squad and be ready to fire on my command until Mr. Delacroix will arrive. He knows about them robots way more than we do…

Delacroix, who was “watching” the building from outside would waste no time responding to the order and would soon present himself, ready to enter the room with two riflemen and a dog, who will check the robots for any hidden explosives or chemical weapons, after “poking them with a stick” using the usual process of running some remotely-activated commands on robots and turning the electronics in the building on an off. Upon (most likely) making sure that there were none of the things which usually paranoid Anna-Ksenya was worried about, he’d present her with his judgement:
- These poor fellers are no fighting machines, My Lady. I mean, you or me could probably beat one down empty-handed- they’re just usual maintenance robots, stuck in their pre-programmed loops in which they were while whoever occupied this city before us left them in. Judging from the signals that I’ve received, I believe that by restoring power to the operating room, I’ve also partially accidentally re-activated some other systems of the hospital, one of which is these robotic machines. Give me a day or two- and I’ll probably even be able to re-program them to follow simple orders- although I’ve never seen their code, I believe that Oceanians use similar programming language as us for their civilian projects. They could probably even haul some of our heavier equipment!
-Are you absolutely, completely, 100% sure that they’re not going to turn on us and murder us all in a cold blood? Or that they’re not carrying a homing beacon of some sorts, which will attract some dangerous thing to us?
-My Lady, although I am a radio engineer and not a programmer, I know a thing or two about electronics, and I can assure you that Star Wars Expanded Universe novellas are hardly a good source of information regarding their functionality and design,- noted he in a satirical tone, knowing first hand what kind of E-Books his CO brought with herself,- moreover than that if we take these back home, I bet that we could pull some very useful data from their heads. I’m not even talking ‘bout this computer,- he pointed towards the torn-down machine,- I won’t be able to get THIS up and running, however I will be able to remove it’s hard drive for future analysis. Hell, while reprogramming the bots I’ll probably be even able to figure out what the bloody hell happened to this place! Who was here before us and who or what made these poor bastards to run away at such a hurry!
-And these vials… My Lady, allow me to examine their contents… Might tell us something ‘bout this place, yes?- Anna-Lena was clearly interested in them- she was just really eager to stuff random things into her cryogenic tubes, didn’t she?

(This is presuming that robots did not go berserk or some other things out of the ordinary)
After this ordeal, the crew walked away from the room with the robots- everyone barring Bernard and Anna-Lena, both of whom would stay in the hospital until dark in the former case and for the night in the latter. Other members of the squad would install their half-shelters and sleeping bags in the most decent-looking and protected (a balance of comfort and safety) building, with two sentries always being at watch on the roof of the hospital, supervising the area using their NVD’s. Due to them not having a sleeping bag for their guests, Krikor would have to bring himself a bed from the hospital (or sleep there, they’re willing to assist him in carrying over the bed but can’t provide him with bedsheets), or sleep on whatever soft furniture will be remaining in the building, Anna-Lena would stay back with her patients, watching them over as they’ll go to sleep and then, finally, go to sleep herself. After all, if anything changes about them, the medical devices should notify her- and keeping them running through the night at low-power mode should not be that much of an issue. Of course, before going to bed, she’ll tell them a few stories about new and advanced surgical procedures or even prosthetics, to help the healing and help them dream not of the horrifying abomination that put them into this horrific situation but about cool and advanced arms- just like Luke Skywalker or

[Mets Hayk]

"Alright...but what if, God forbid, the prick takes out your friends down there? What then?"

Well, in this unlikely circumstances,- he fixed his bayonet,- we’ll fight to the death!

It was a slow process of checking and clearing every room within the building most were empty however the banging continues finally getting louder as they reached a door with a sign saying "laboratory" entering carefully and quiet they figured out what was causing the noise 6 LAROHs these human-looking robots were occupied doing things that ordinary human would do in a medical lab one was on a computer typing away albeit said computer doesn't work so it was only typing nothing on a black screen, 3 were standing around a table messing with vials and a microscope acting like they're doing something, 1 was messing some equipment on a counter and the last one was banging his head on the metal file cabinet.

-Contact! Defensive positions!- Anna-Ksenya screamed at the top of her lungs, as the squad, a bit sporadically, took their “ambush” positions, with LMG and Carl Gustaf operators slamming into a prone firing position and preparing their “instruments” for operations- as soon as the grenadier, whose task was to swiftly mine the hallway took a glimpse inside the room and saw what exactly the robots were doing, he hardly held his laughs…
-Mr Forster?!- his commander, clearly surprised at him suddenly stopping deploying explosives and beginning to laugh, initially through that some sort of a psychotropic weapons was activated on him, however as soon as she decided to order some of the infantrymen to move him across, he spoke up:
- My Lady, these robots are hardly dangerous to us. I mean, take a look inside, they’re just doing some maintenance work! Hell, I’d bet that they could be of use to…
-Shut up! I didn’t give you no permission to speak! Carry on keeping this room under your aim, squad and be ready to fire on my command until Mr. Delacroix will arrive. He knows about them robots way more than we do…

Delacroix, who was “watching” the building from outside would waste no time responding to the order and would soon present himself, ready to enter the room with two riflemen and a dog, who will check the robots for any hidden explosives or chemical weapons. Upon (most likely) making sure that there were none of the things which usually paranoid Anna-Ksenya was worried about, he’d present her with his judgement:
- These poor fellers are no fighting machines, My Lady. I mean, you or me could probably beat one down empty-handed- they’re just usual maintenance robots, stuck in their pre-programmed loops in which they were while whoever occupied this city before us left them in. Judging from the signals that I’ve received, I believe that by restoring power to the operating room, I’ve also partially accidentally re-activated some other systems of the hospital, one of which is these robotic machines. Give me a day or two- and I’ll probably even be able to re-program them to follow simple orders- although I’ve never seen their code, I believe that Oceanians use similar programming language as us for their civilian projects. They could probably even haul some of our heavier equipment!
-Are you absolutely, completely, 100% sure that they’re not going to turn on us and murder us all in a cold blood? Or that they’re not carrying a homing beacon of some sorts, which will attract some dangerous thing to us?
-My Lady, although I am a radio engineer and not a programmer, I know a thing or two about electronics, and I can assure you that Star Wars Expanded Universe novellas are hardly a good source of information regarding their functionality and design,- noted he in a satirical tone, knowing first hand what kind of E-Books his CO brought with herself,- moreover than that if we take these back home, I bet that we could pull some very useful data from their heads. I’m not even talking ‘bout this computer,- he pointed towards the torn-down machine,- I won’t be able to get THIS up and running, however I will be able to remove it’s hard drive for future analysis. Hell, while reprogramming the bots I’ll probably be even able to figure out what the bloody hell happened to this place! Who was here before us and who or what made these poor bastards to run away at such a hurry!
-And these vials… My Lady, allow me to examine their contents… Might tell us something ‘bout this place, yes?- Anna-Lena was clearly interested in them- she was just really eager to stuff random things into her cryogenic tubes, didn’t she?

(This is presuming that robots did not go berserk or some other things out of the ordinary)
After this ordeal, the crew walked away from the room with the robots- everyone barring Bernard and Anna-Lena, both of whom would stay in the hospital until dark in the former case and for the night in the latter. Other members of the squad would install their half-shelters and sleeping bags in the most decent-looking and protected (a balance of comfort and safety) building, with two sentries always being at watch on the roof of the hospital, supervising the area using their NVD’s. Due to them not having a sleeping bag for their guests, Krikor would have to bring himself a bed from the hospital (or sleep there, they’re willing to assist him in carrying over the bed but can’t provide him with bedsheets), or sleep on whatever soft furniture will be remaining in the building, Anna-Lena would stay back with her patients, watching them over as they’ll go to sleep and then, finally, go to sleep herself. After all, if anything changes about them, the medical devices should notify her- and keeping them running through the night at low-power mode should not be that much of an issue. Of course, before going to bed, she’ll tell them a few stories about new and advanced surgical procedures or even prosthetics, to help the healing and help them dream not of the horrifying abomination that put them into this horrific situation but about cool and advanced arms- just like Luke Skywalker or

Krikor chose the latter...after all, Twas easier to just find something to sleep on. A soft, albeit old, chair rested in the corner...stained with dark-red blotches. Sure, it could've been blood...but it didn't matter. Twas comfortable enough and provided a nice view of the window. The emptiness of the city comforted him...in a weird way. Maybe it was the chirps of crickets, or maybe it was the occasional howls of the wind. Nevertheless,
he was safe. Thank God there wasn't a Totendroid, huh?

And so, he drifted off to sleep...all the while pondering his decisions.