Deathless Ideal: Part 1 (USSR RP)
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Vassili caught up with the others as they began to open fire, this new sound of guns open firing so close to him startled him, his heart began to race as the firefight began, He went into a crouch posistion, Cupping his pistol in his hands, bringing the Iron sight up to his right eye and aimed down at the soviets dug into the snow.
He aimed for the head of Soviet who was shooting into the treeline, His breathing slowed down as he lightly and slowly squeezed the trigger, the large bang of the gun going of and the recoil that followed was met with clank of Steel being hit as the bullet penetrated the Soviets Helmet and entered the crown of his skull, he fell into the dug-out and dissapeared from view as his fellow soviets turned to face the new threat, bullets started flying past as Vassili went prone into the snow, trying to dig himself into the ground that would save him or be his grave
He aimed for the head of Soviet who was shooting into the treeline, His breathing slowed down as he lightly and slowly squeezed the trigger, the large bang of the gun going of and the recoil that followed was met with clank of Steel being hit as the bullet penetrated the Soviets Helmet and entered the crown of his skull, he fell into the dug-out and dissapeared from view as his fellow soviets turned to face the new threat, bullets started flying past as Vassili went prone into the snow, trying to dig himself into the ground that would save him or be his grave
Dmitri crouched along with the rest, and brought the guns sights up. He looked down at the fighting soviets. Mostly armed with 74s or Ms, with a couple pistols. At this range, Dmitri didn't know how effective his pistol would be. He took aim at a soviet who was taking cover in the trench, reloading. He squeezed the trigger, and felt the recoil shoot into his wrist.
The shot went wild, striking a soviet beside him, who was firing at the combatants, in the upper thigh. He crumpled to the floor, bleeding heavily and shouting. Dmitri's original target took notice of him, but was put down by one of the other combatants when he stood to fire on him. Bullets were now whipping past Dmitri's position, so he pulled back slightly, and dug a small firing hole for protection. He continued to fire on the soviets.
The shot went wild, striking a soviet beside him, who was firing at the combatants, in the upper thigh. He crumpled to the floor, bleeding heavily and shouting. Dmitri's original target took notice of him, but was put down by one of the other combatants when he stood to fire on him. Bullets were now whipping past Dmitri's position, so he pulled back slightly, and dug a small firing hole for protection. He continued to fire on the soviets.
Sergei lay in the snow alongside the group of convicts he was now forced to go along with. When they had been getting ready to go kill the remaining Soviet soldiers, he had picked up a Makarov pistol to not stand out, but hadn't bothered to take any ammo besides the clip already in it. Now he was part of the firing line, watching in horror as Soviet soldiers were cut down.
His pistol was pointed towards the soldiers, but he didn't fire it. If anyone noticed he would say he had never fired a weapon before and wasn't used to the gunfire, even though these were both lies. He felt he should do something but he didn't know what. Should he run? Should he turn and shoot the prisoners? He didn't have enough ammo, and even if he did it was clear the Soviet soldiers would soon be overpowered and killed by whoever they were fighting in the treeline. He would be left to freeze to death in the Siberian tundra.
He had layed there actionless for too long. He didn't need to be put under any more suspicion. Hesitantly, he began to slowly fire his pistol, careful to fire over the heads of the Soviet soldiers. Nonetheless, as he watched more and more soldiers die he decided he had never hated himself more.
His pistol was pointed towards the soldiers, but he didn't fire it. If anyone noticed he would say he had never fired a weapon before and wasn't used to the gunfire, even though these were both lies. He felt he should do something but he didn't know what. Should he run? Should he turn and shoot the prisoners? He didn't have enough ammo, and even if he did it was clear the Soviet soldiers would soon be overpowered and killed by whoever they were fighting in the treeline. He would be left to freeze to death in the Siberian tundra.
He had layed there actionless for too long. He didn't need to be put under any more suspicion. Hesitantly, he began to slowly fire his pistol, careful to fire over the heads of the Soviet soldiers. Nonetheless, as he watched more and more soldiers die he decided he had never hated himself more.
Yan was not among the stealth line. Instead, he had hung back, preferring his own approach.
Now, as the prisoners struck the Soviet flank, he made his move. Overcoat flapping in the wind, he stalked forwards over the stealth line. A soldier pointed his rifle, but Yan felled him with a volley of shots. Holstering his pistol, he raised his arm, and with a deft throwing motion learned form a western ball game sent the grenade spinning amongst the troops, spun, and dropped to the snow to avoid return fire.
A heartbeat later, the grenade went off.
Now, as the prisoners struck the Soviet flank, he made his move. Overcoat flapping in the wind, he stalked forwards over the stealth line. A soldier pointed his rifle, but Yan felled him with a volley of shots. Holstering his pistol, he raised his arm, and with a deft throwing motion learned form a western ball game sent the grenade spinning amongst the troops, spun, and dropped to the snow to avoid return fire.
A heartbeat later, the grenade went off.
Cyprus took cover behind one of the trees, small arms connected with the tree sending a few chips of flying outwards. His pistol was clenched tightly in his hands, along with the knife he had stored in his boot. Other then that he had no other weaponry, having decided to stay light armed.
He heard the shots stop as the opposing soldier reloaded, in a quick motion he popped his head out of cover and pressed the trigger twice. The soldier first fell forward after one bullet connected with his neck, then his head snapped back as the second connected with his eye. Cyprus brought himself back behind the tree line, deciding not to kill anymore soviets for the time being.
He heard the shots stop as the opposing soldier reloaded, in a quick motion he popped his head out of cover and pressed the trigger twice. The soldier first fell forward after one bullet connected with his neck, then his head snapped back as the second connected with his eye. Cyprus brought himself back behind the tree line, deciding not to kill anymore soviets for the time being.
Andrew waited until one soldier was close, and as he drew nearer, he quickly stabbed him in the throat, to prevent him from screaming. Taking his pistol and magazines, he turned to shoot another that had his back turned.
Seeing that the others were still fighting, Andrew ran towards the back of the Soviet group to prepare to flank them.
Seeing that the others were still fighting, Andrew ran towards the back of the Soviet group to prepare to flank them.
He pulls the pin on the grenade, and begins counting.
"One potato..."
"Two potatoes..."
"Three potatoes..."
"Four potatoes..."
Sergei F. hurls the grenade into a crowd of soldiers.
"HOT POTATO."
The grenade fails to detonate, the soldiers turn to him as he draws his pistol.
"Fuck!"
He fires off the last six shots in his clip, downing three soldiers and grazing one. As the last shot goes off he dives behind a bit of rubble.
"A little help please!"
The remaining two guards open fire on him as he tries to reload.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"One potato..."
"Two potatoes..."
"Three potatoes..."
"Four potatoes..."
Sergei F. hurls the grenade into a crowd of soldiers.
"HOT POTATO."
The grenade fails to detonate, the soldiers turn to him as he draws his pistol.
"Fuck!"
He fires off the last six shots in his clip, downing three soldiers and grazing one. As the last shot goes off he dives behind a bit of rubble.
"A little help please!"
The remaining two guards open fire on him as he tries to reload.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Lukas saw one of the fighters on his side had screwed up with a grenade. He groaned as he raised his AK-47, aimed, and prayed to Fat Dog that the thing wouldn't jam.
Lukas instantly felt the kickback on the shot, and heard a scream emitting from a soviet as the bullets flew through his chest, and he then collapsed. He turned the rifle towards the other soldier, and fired. He was not so accurate this time, and he only his the soldier's leg. However, Lukas saw the soldier's kneecap rip off as the bullets flew, the soviet fainted with pain and fear. And Lukas saw no more need to fire any more.
The soviet line had collapsed, and only a few soldiers were left from the original two and a half dozen, the unknown attackers were suppressing them badly, so they couldn't flee. The party was just about to massacre the remaining soldiers, when some hands raised upwards out of the trenches, and one of the soviets shouted:
"We surrender! Please don't kill us, we're only conscripts! The Captain is dead! We don't want to fight..."
Lukas held his weapon, and he crawled towards the trenches, ushering the group to be ready if this was an ambush.
It wasn't.
Most of the wounded soldiers lay on the ground, groaning in pain, the uninjured ones were shaking badly, and were looking in fear at Lukas, there was no hostility in their eyes; only fear. Lukas looked at them, and felt a bit of mercy for them.
"Put your weapons down, and come out of the trenches, we'll consider what we'll do with you."
Lukas walked back towards the rest of the group, and heard the feet scrambling out of the trench, and asked them, "Well, should we let them live? Or not?"
Lukas instantly felt the kickback on the shot, and heard a scream emitting from a soviet as the bullets flew through his chest, and he then collapsed. He turned the rifle towards the other soldier, and fired. He was not so accurate this time, and he only his the soldier's leg. However, Lukas saw the soldier's kneecap rip off as the bullets flew, the soviet fainted with pain and fear. And Lukas saw no more need to fire any more.
The soviet line had collapsed, and only a few soldiers were left from the original two and a half dozen, the unknown attackers were suppressing them badly, so they couldn't flee. The party was just about to massacre the remaining soldiers, when some hands raised upwards out of the trenches, and one of the soviets shouted:
"We surrender! Please don't kill us, we're only conscripts! The Captain is dead! We don't want to fight..."
Lukas held his weapon, and he crawled towards the trenches, ushering the group to be ready if this was an ambush.
It wasn't.
Most of the wounded soldiers lay on the ground, groaning in pain, the uninjured ones were shaking badly, and were looking in fear at Lukas, there was no hostility in their eyes; only fear. Lukas looked at them, and felt a bit of mercy for them.
"Put your weapons down, and come out of the trenches, we'll consider what we'll do with you."
Lukas walked back towards the rest of the group, and heard the feet scrambling out of the trench, and asked them, "Well, should we let them live? Or not?"
Ooooh! Well we have a dilemma here. Don't shoot, or let the soviets go until we have agreed on what to do!
"I say we kill the bastards," Joshua looked at the rest of the group, he had been shooting for most of the battle, but had dug down, once he ran out, "Why not? They shot at us out of desperation and we did the same. What would have happened if we had lost, we would be dead, and every time someone tries to kill me, they die instead, who's with me?"
Lukas nodded at Joshua, and replied,
"True, but doesn't that give us an opportunity to show we are better than them? I mean they are only conscripts, they take orders, or bad things happen. And to be fair they have no orders to kill now... their Captain is dead..." Lukas sighed, "But that's just what I think... Any more opinions?"
"True, but doesn't that give us an opportunity to show we are better than them? I mean they are only conscripts, they take orders, or bad things happen. And to be fair they have no orders to kill now... their Captain is dead..." Lukas sighed, "But that's just what I think... Any more opinions?"
Yan sighed. Again, against his better knowledge, he had to stand forward and show some of himself.
"Have some honour, you dogs!" he said, contempt heavy in his voice for those who would have killed the wounded soldiers, "You still think like your Soviet foe. Were you to surrender, they would have you killed without a thought, even with joy."
"But we are better than that! We are the righteous answer, not another branch of the evil that oppresses us. I say let them live, and show them how men of honour treat their prisoners"
"Have some honour, you dogs!" he said, contempt heavy in his voice for those who would have killed the wounded soldiers, "You still think like your Soviet foe. Were you to surrender, they would have you killed without a thought, even with joy."
"But we are better than that! We are the righteous answer, not another branch of the evil that oppresses us. I say let them live, and show them how men of honour treat their prisoners"
"Another Old Man who thinks he knows best," Joshua sighed bitterly, "But then what, do we lead them along on a chain, to a new master, will they even be accepted, or executed on the spot. Do you think they will be taken in, they would be outcasts, and targets or violence, stress that no one in any camp wants or needs," Joshua tone took on a hard note, one he had used while negotiating back in his business days, "They are of no value and a complete inconvenience."
Lukas looked at Yan, and nodded.
"I think Mr. Shannov and myself share the same sentiments towards this problem," Lukas looked at Joshua, and shook his head, "Feel that way then, but remember that the Soviets also think the same."
"I think Mr. Shannov and myself share the same sentiments towards this problem," Lukas looked at Joshua, and shook his head, "Feel that way then, but remember that the Soviets also think the same."
Yan smiled, bitter and sarcastic, as he replied to Joshua "You sound so much like the labour-masters, dealing only in the financial value of a human life. These soldiers are men as we are, and deserve freedom, even as we do. We would be less than the Soviets, to preach the right to freedom, then execute the helpless foe."
"I say we free them, and let them choose their own fate. If they join us, they do so as free men, as worthy a us. If they leave, they may forge their own fate, but it should be their choice, not ours"
"I say we free them, and let them choose their own fate. If they join us, they do so as free men, as worthy a us. If they leave, they may forge their own fate, but it should be their choice, not ours"
"Very well," Joshua said with disdain, "Allow me one thing then."
He walked up to one of them, cowering in fear, and spat on him, "That is what I think of those who surrender."
He then retook his place beside the others, "I hope that the sentiments you all hold, don't get us killed yet."
He walked up to one of them, cowering in fear, and spat on him, "That is what I think of those who surrender."
He then retook his place beside the others, "I hope that the sentiments you all hold, don't get us killed yet."
Yan nodded, and looked to the rest of the group
"Would anyone else like to object before I set these men free?"
"Would anyone else like to object before I set these men free?"
Lukas was happy at Joshua's concession, and was about to help Yan with letting the Bolsheviks go... when he saw them. The small forest that had concealed the original attackers spat them out, he only saw silhouettes at first, shadows marching towards the group. They were around 10 of these shadows coming closer, and closer. They kept moving slowly and surely towards the group. The soviets cowered and fell to their knees, and the group stood still.
The band of shadows came closer, and their shapes became more clear, they were men, and women, all wearing a uniform. Similar to that of the Soviets, but instead of red stripes on their hats and wrists, there were blue stripes. The soldiers marched towards the group, you could see their faces masked by goggles, they all used different weapons, one held an RPGs, others held AKs, and others held shotguns. They stopped, and stared at the scene.
Some of them scratched their heads in confusion, others possessed an annoyed demeanour, and others were completely neutral. One woman gently walked forward, and stopped to look at everything up close.
It was completely silent for a minute, and then she lifted up her goggles, and shouted:
"Bolsheviks! Get on your stomachs!" She said ordered, the Soviets did as they were told, and then she looked at the party of people, and said to them, "Well... Congratulations you've just made our job easier." She looked at them all, and said, "You are civilians? Oh, Fat Dog... This is going to make things difficult." She took out a damp slip of paper from her pocket, and held it close to her eyes. "Is there anyone here named Lukas Daryvich??"
Lukas grinned, and held his hand up.
"That would be me."
She looked, walked up to him and spoke to him quietly, so no-one could hear.
"Hmmm, our orders were to destroy the train and loot it, and bring you back to a compound, If you were alive... Which I believe you are."
"So, you blew up that train for me?"
"Technically... yes"
"I feel proud I've stirred up so much concern."
"Don't, we had aimed you to be blown up with the train"
"Ah, so I don't blub out any secrets?"
"You are with us, just as good."
The woman walked away from Lukas, and ordered her men to lower their weapons. "So, Mr. Daryvich, aren't you coming with us?"
Lukas looked at her, and asked,
"What about these civilians?"
She chuckled, and said,
"They aren't our priority."
"I think they are."
She looked at him, and said,
"Excuse me?"
"We're not leaving these civilians here."
"You have a lot of guts to tell me what to do, after we just..."
"...After these civilians defeated the Soviets who could of easily massacred you?"
She groaned, and replied,
"You win Daryvich, I've only just met you, but I believe I know that you are what Americans would call a Dick."
She shouted to her squad,
"Handcuff the civilians and bring them to the APC, leave the Bolsheviks here."
Lukas nodded at the soldiers as they passed to 'cuff the group.
The band of shadows came closer, and their shapes became more clear, they were men, and women, all wearing a uniform. Similar to that of the Soviets, but instead of red stripes on their hats and wrists, there were blue stripes. The soldiers marched towards the group, you could see their faces masked by goggles, they all used different weapons, one held an RPGs, others held AKs, and others held shotguns. They stopped, and stared at the scene.
Some of them scratched their heads in confusion, others possessed an annoyed demeanour, and others were completely neutral. One woman gently walked forward, and stopped to look at everything up close.
It was completely silent for a minute, and then she lifted up her goggles, and shouted:
"Bolsheviks! Get on your stomachs!" She said ordered, the Soviets did as they were told, and then she looked at the party of people, and said to them, "Well... Congratulations you've just made our job easier." She looked at them all, and said, "You are civilians? Oh, Fat Dog... This is going to make things difficult." She took out a damp slip of paper from her pocket, and held it close to her eyes. "Is there anyone here named Lukas Daryvich??"
Lukas grinned, and held his hand up.
"That would be me."
She looked, walked up to him and spoke to him quietly, so no-one could hear.
"Hmmm, our orders were to destroy the train and loot it, and bring you back to a compound, If you were alive... Which I believe you are."
"So, you blew up that train for me?"
"Technically... yes"
"I feel proud I've stirred up so much concern."
"Don't, we had aimed you to be blown up with the train"
"Ah, so I don't blub out any secrets?"
"You are with us, just as good."
The woman walked away from Lukas, and ordered her men to lower their weapons. "So, Mr. Daryvich, aren't you coming with us?"
Lukas looked at her, and asked,
"What about these civilians?"
She chuckled, and said,
"They aren't our priority."
"I think they are."
She looked at him, and said,
"Excuse me?"
"We're not leaving these civilians here."
"You have a lot of guts to tell me what to do, after we just..."
"...After these civilians defeated the Soviets who could of easily massacred you?"
She groaned, and replied,
"You win Daryvich, I've only just met you, but I believe I know that you are what Americans would call a Dick."
She shouted to her squad,
"Handcuff the civilians and bring them to the APC, leave the Bolsheviks here."
Lukas nodded at the soldiers as they passed to 'cuff the group.
You may have noticed I have not mentioned the obvious fact these guys are from the ILSA, that's intentional, to allow a bit of speculation from the characters.