Metro RP (Closed)

[Angder]

Angder watches the flaming mutants die from their guns, soon the horde starts to thin. Angder grins like a maniac, Gun in hand, he had blown through a lot of bullets, but he did not really care. He had not had this much fun in months, maybe even years.

[Grovygrunge]

Aleksander fired off a couple of bursts, killing two mutants as he does, then there's a loud click as he runs out of bullets. He ejects the magazine and slides his spare in until her hears a click. As he does this he spots the child taking cover against a stack of crates. "What in the **censor**?" A nosalises charges for him as his attention is diverted from them.


The sound of gunfire is almost deafening and the almost constant muzzle flashes are enough to cause your eyes to hurt at the very sight. Bullet casings fall to the ground with almost inaudible little clings which is drowned out by the crescendo.

[Drakeyboy]

Alina was keeping a eye over tge crowd of monsters just injuring the things that were getting too close by shooting them in the limbs. The one that pulled away to get to Aleksander was no exception. She shot it in the flank causing it to stumble from the surprise. But another one broke free and Alina aimed and pulled the trigger "click!" Alina's eyes grew as she though she had a few more shots. She quickly hit the mag release button letting the magazine fall out as she grabbed another slapping it into pow pow quickly. She looked up as she was hitting the magazine and saw the monster heading in her general direction. It must have not see her yet so she leaned up against the crates hoping it would get attracted to someone else.

[Ryan Naismith]

Fighting nosalises was relatively easy, at least compared to Demons, watchmen, and Shrimp... Shrimp just plain creeped Foma out.
Foma rapidly switched from target to target, pulling his trigger a few times (he prefers semi-automatic; it wastes less ammo, and when your ammo was your paycheck, it, literally, paid to conserve ammunition.)
With the two experienced rangers, and the other men who had rushed to the guard post, the mutants quickly fell.
Eventually, Foma figured, they would stop their assault. Though thwy may not be the smartest, all animals know not to poke their head where they may be burned.

[Khaki (on hiatus)]

Kazbek stood next to Foma and fired on any mutants that his brother missed. After a few moments, the gunfire began to dissipate as the final mutants either fled back into the tunnel or were gunned down where they stood. Kazbek lowered his weapon and he switched again to his pistol to let the rifle's barrel cool down. Suddenly, a flash of grey next to him caught his attention. He turned his head to see a single nosalis jump through the gap in the barricade. The creature ran towards them, teeth bared and claws open. Before anyone could even react, the Nosalis's head jerked sideways as two pistol rounds struck it, killing it instantly.

A short silence followed as the last gunshots echoed down the tunnel, but it was soon followed by a few cheers and victorious shouts.

Before someone asked the inevitable question of what the two Polis stalkers where doing here. Kazbek looked for the shooter who had taken down the last mutant and was surprised to see a young girl aiming a Makarov at the dead creature.

"What are you doing here? This is no place for a young girl... but... who taught you to shoot like that?" Kazbek as the mysterious girl, genuinely curious.

[Grovygrunge]

"I had been wondering the same thing when I noticed her there." Some of the men started to go back to what they were doing, a few stuck around to see the aftermath. Aleksander looked from the girl to the stalkers and back to the girl. "There is also the question of, why are you two here? We need some answers about what just happened." He sighed quietly. "I was hoping for a peaceful night this time."

[Angder]

Angder walks back to Aleksander, whistling happily. "Speak for yourself, I have wanted a night like this for a looong time... Still I second his question." Angder grins at the two stalkers, waiting for an explanation.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Looking for a book." Foma said, leaning back against one side of the tunnel, allowing his kalashnikov to hang by its straps "anyways, we were walking along the tunnel, nosalises came... we ran for a bit, and we're sure as hell lucky to have found that cart... you can have it, by the way, we have no need for it." Realizing that he probably needed to explain more, the stalker stood, dusting off his pants "the reason why we're in Riga specifically, we were traveling, and riga was on the way. Why go somewhere above ground when you can stay underground, and not waste filters?"

[Drakeyboy]

(Don't force people to do things Khaki. It's not cool.)

Alina was surprised when she was caught killing the last monster. If she didn't do it though good people would have died. She flicked the safety on pow pow and lowered her head expecting them to be mad. After stuffing her pistol into her pocket she softly spoke. "Uhm... people out in the tunnels showed me." Dispite her being thirteen her intelligence was closer to a young child. You can blame the bandits for that.

[Khaki (on hiatus)]

"You weren't supposed to tell them about the book!" Kazbek hissed at his brother, before angrily pulling off his steel helmet and attaching it back on to his waist. Looking around at the group of defenders, he realized that there was little risk of telling these station guards the purpose of their mission. They had just saved Foma's and kazbek's asses, so they were hardly going to betray them to the Reds and after all, they deserved to know why they risked their station to save them. Kazbek sat down on one of the sandbags placed on the barricade, and took a swig from the metal flask of vodka on his belt before passing it his brother, who offered it to some of the station guards.

"Ahh, to hell with it... My brother and I are searching for the journal of Lenin." The Shepherd paused for a few moments, "The Book is possibly the most important artifact that's floating around the metro right now, it holds incredible propaganda value for the Communist stations, enough to inspire a massive attack. Our mission is to prevent it from falling into their hands and bring it back to Polis station... We need your help, we can't do it alone..."   

[Grovygrunge]

Alkesander listened intently as the stalker's spoke, interested in what they were up to. "Oh, really? The journal of Lenin. That's interesting. Well, good luck with that." He takes the flask and takes a swig from it, sighing in relief. "Nothing like some vodka after something like that." He turned his attention to the girl. "So...who are you?"

[Drakeyboy]

Alina held her hands together in front of her hidden inside her large sleeves. "Uhm... I'm Alina..." she said.

[Ryan Naismith]

Foma just finished taking a good, long swig of the flask his brother had offered him. He had his own flask, of real, Pre-war stuff, that he keep in a small flask in his pack. He also had three bottles (not including the one he took the vodka from his flask in) back at polis, and he treasured them like they were his children... he had traded a makeshift grenade launcher for them, after all. Honestly he hated the showroom vodka that grew in thr metro; it tasted too much like tea to him. But, his bottles of "Absolut" vodka were rare. He saved them for special, special occasions.
When he lowered the bottle, he had gained a small murmur of appreciation from the nearby guards, he had chugged most of the flask. And it was quite large!
"Haha!" He went, smiling broadly, placing his hands on his hips in a victorious gesture "I... win!" Then, he noticed that there seemed to be a relatively short guard... no, that was a child! "Schto ta Blyin?" He muttered to himself, standing and speaking in a louder tone, walking up to the child "Hey, what the hell are you doing here, kid?" He asked, obviously quite mad at her presence. She was putting herself in all stupid kinds of danger, and them as well. "What makes you think you have any idea what you're doing with that shitty Mak, eh?" From his tone, one could easily tell that he was quite angry... could be the showroom vodka (they did brew it strong in the metro), or it could be the fact that he had, honestly, never liked children.

[Khaki (on hiatus)]

Kazbek laughed and shook his head as his brother celebrated finishing the flask, He made a mental note to buy some more vodka next time he passed a trader. The stalker turned his attention to cleaning his weapon by quickly pulling some wire and a small rag through the barrel of the gun, removing the unburnt gunpowder and brass fragments.

He turned to the older Wolf, who appeared to be the one in charge on the barricade.

"Hey, thanks for your help earlier. We'd be worm food by now if it wasn't for you guys... I know it isn't much but i have a few round to spare" Kazbek said, as he handed a few clips of pre-war ammunition over to both of the wolves as a gift. "Oh, and I'm Kazbek. The aspiring alcoholic over there is my bro, Foma, what are your names?"

[Grovygrunge]

Aleksander glared at Foma. "She may be a child but need I remind you she saved two people's lives. Not that she shouldn't even have that thing or be here but cut the child a little slack." He turned to Kazbek, taking the clips and waiting a few moments before handing most of it to Angder. "Don't spend it all in one place, kid." He gestured to himself. "I am Aleksander. That over there is Angder." He gestured to the younger wolf, after that he made his way to the fire which was starting to die out. "Boy, go get some fire wood. These two seem like a rest by the fire would do them some good." He was talking to Angder.