open (reboot) WWII Russian Bio Experiment-RP

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

The first sign of this… disease, was when a German soldier was bit by a normal looking Russian soldier that was infected with this disease. What was strange was that once bitten, he bled out black liquid of some sort. The scientists experimented on him with such tech and that after a few hours into it. He turned. The pony didn't act like himself. He bit the doc that was restraining him. The doc his the bite thinking he wouldn't get infected, but, he did. That's how it spread. That's how we are, right now.

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Arrow was driving his panzerkampfwagen down the road of old crumpled down buildings. His tank had 1/8th of gas left and 4 rounds for his turret. He sighs as he was the only pilot in the tank. He adjusted a few things so it made it easier for him to move around if need be. He stops his tank near an old building. He kills the engine, looks out through his spotter scope.

 

Nothing.

 

He gets out, grabs his bow and STG 44, and trots into the building.

[Demirari 454]

Be silent and quick. Architectural Dream moved along the ruins, looking around carefully. He had his Luger out, not wanting to waste any bullets from his STG-44. Checking every nick, corner, shadow, even under some of the rubble, he moved forward. Never be relaxed in war, never, even being lax for a single second will doom one's fate. Which, normally, would be a sharp contrast to his normal personality, but in these times, being observant and tense, is key to survival. 

 

Avoiding the streets, he moved along, taking care of the alleyways and any backdoor he could use. Continuing on with his strategy, he opened a backdoor and entered, not minding whatever building he was in. Looking around, he took a few steps upwards, making sure his hoofsteps are light as possible. Crouching low before peaking out of the window, he scanned the area. Everything seemed like what it was, like always, like what one will have to get used to in wartime...

 

However, there was something worth noting, and that was the tank. Tank... why would there be a tank. It seemed to be a Panzer VI B. Though Architectural Dream did note some differences, so a different type of the Panzer VI B. That would be more top of the line, something that would be fielded by high quality tank commanders. If it was still there, and from what he could tell, in good shape, that means nearby Germane soldiers. And that means good things, unless they went insane, but he would rather not go there, probably will ruin his joyful mood right now.

 

Looking behind him, he immediately moved down the stairs, still noting any signs of those bastards. Still taking the alleyways before running as fast as possible to another alleyway across the street, he checked his surroundings, nothing. Nodding his head in confirmation, more to himself than anyone, if anyone was even nearby and can see him for that matter. Architectural Dream looked at the tank before moving forward, carefully. He didn't speak, nor make any sound by his mouth, rather not attract anything that would be an opponent. 

 

Checking the Panzer VI B a bit, not going inside, he moved around it. Now where could that tank commander had gone, or whomever was running that tank, or his crew. His thoughts led him to some conclusions, but most of them were at best, improbable. Withdrawing his Luger, he brought out his STG-44, via magic. Hoping to show individualism and not one of those bastards, increasing his chance of not getting shot in the head by mistake. 

 

(WHEW! Yay me!)

Edited February 23, 2014 by Demirari

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb shut off the car. There was a tank. A tank with a pony. He pulled out his rifle and aimed. He hesitated pressing the trigger. The pony hadn't seen him...maybe he could sneak around. He moved into a destroyed building, the rubble crunching beneath him. It was the only sound in the otherwise silent city. He cursed under his breath and got to the ground. The pony had likely heard the crunching.

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

@@Delernil

 

Arrow immediately looks back and draws his bow from the first of sound. "..." Hr remained quiet not wanting to be heard just like whom ever was out there. He slowed his breathing, making it easier for him to shoot his bow right on target. He hoped whom ever this was, was a friendly unit, or a frenemy.

[Demirari 454]

Architectural Dream at the sound immediately bolted for the nearest alleyway. It was certain death to be caught in the open. Looking around in the alleyway, he opened a nearby door and entered the building. Moving quickly up the stairs to find any good viewing position.

 

Finding what he deemed as a good defensive position, he peaked out a bit to look around the area near the tank. Where could they or it be hiding. Maybe they were friendly, but best to be safe than sorry. Architectural Dream would rather not die. Not here for certain.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb crawled to the wall. He readied his rifle, checking it over. Fully loaded, ready to shoot. He popped up, aimed at Architectural Dream , and shot. The bullet went far off. He dropped to the ground again in frustration. Now he had gotten himself into a fight, and he doubted there was only two of them.

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

Arrows ears perked up at the sound. He was (what he thought) gonna make a dumb move: get in, grab whatever, get out. He does so by running in opening up everything at once with his magic, gets out with whatever was in the cabinets drawers, etc. and heads back to his tank.

[Demirari 454]

So hostile it then. Fair enough. Architectural Dream peaked up again, he did spot a pony moving to the tank. Maybe that is the tank commander or tank crew for that matter. Why would he shoot him? But maybe it wasn't, but maybe it was. Pulling out his STG-44, Architectural Dream decided that he wasn't going to tank any chances. 

 

Looking down his sights, he aimed at the tank commander before giving a warning shot, then he immediately ducked. Maybe that wasn't the best idea in the world, but if he shot him, he'll return fire. 

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

(You're so punny that I thought it was so eggcelent that it made me crack.)

Arrow duck behind the tank. He knew where shot was given the fact it was near. Hops inside of the tank quickly and swiftly, turns on the engine, and aims His turret for intimidation. It wasn't loaded, but he had to look as if he can over come this threat. Unless he surrendered right there.

[Demirari 454]

(Ah, that pun was a typo. :3)

Fair enough. Architectural Dream immediately relocated to the next room over. He brought out his panzerfaust. He rather not use it, but he had it on his hooves in case if the tank fires. If his training is correct, a good shot to the engines would do good. Hopefully it won't come down to him using his last panzerfaust.

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

(That makes it all the more funnier!xD)

He let's his turret aim right where it was. He pulls back both levers to make the tank slowly back up. He was taking extreme caution cause who knows, this guy might have a rocket launcher. And his clothes look Germane… Germane clothing? That means, "Hey! Germane buddy! Aren't we on the same side? Or are you a russian!?" His head popped up from the turrets hatch.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb heard the hatch pop. He stood up quickly and aimed.

 

'Poluchit' polozhit' tanka!' (Get out of the tank!) He yelled as he held his rifle sights on the Germane's head. If he captured him he could strip him of any good supplies and leave. He had some spare room in the jeep anyway.

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

Night Comb heard the hatch pop. He stood up quickly and aimed.

'Poluchit' polozhit' tanka!' (Get out of the tank!) He yelled as he held his rifle sights on the Germane's head. If he captured him he could strip him of any good supplies and leave. He had some spare room in the jeep anyway.

"Muuuugh sheissa!" (Shit) Arrow swore as he looked as if he about to get out until he sunk back almost instantly as if he kicked something from underneath him. His hatch closes and loads up the barrel and MG42 on his tank. Only 30 rounds for the forty two and only 4 rounds for his turret. His turret was slowly rotating towards the enemy.

[Delernil 952]

"Muuuugh sheissa!" (Shit) Arrow swore as he looked as if he about to get out until he sunk back almost instantly as if he kicked something from underneath him. His hatch closes and loads up the barrel and MG42 on his tank. Only 30 rounds for the forty two and only 4 rounds for his turret. His turret was slowly rotating towards the enemy.

Night Comb fired his gun but the Germane had already disappeared. He cursed again and ran into the more intact part of the building. His rifle was almost out of ammo, and the rest...

 

The jeep!

 

'Yebat!' (Fuck!) he whispered under his breath. The second Germane had probably already looted it. Night Comb stood against the wall , his rifle drawn.

[Demirari 454]

Architectural Dream peaked out once more. Germane. The tank commander was Germane. Good, he also wasn't insane. When he was about to call back with a confirmation, he noted what appeared to be a Russian soldier. It seems like he was giving the Germane Tank commander a hard time.

 

Withdrawing his panzerfaust, he took out his STG-44. Aiming down from his position, he fired at the Russian soldier. Three shots aimed to kill.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb felt a bullet strike his hoof. Two more hit the wall and floor next to it.

 

'Yebat!' He cursed again, this time aloud. He aimed his rifle to where he thought the shots came from and fired. He doubted the bullets hit their mark, but perhaps. Pain shot through his hoof as it have away. The rifle clanged to the floor, empty of bullets. He pulled his knife. It they killed him, he would take them with him.

[arkman575 312]

@@Delernil,@,  

 

Through the fog of the German field, a car engine could be heard. Seth, a scarred alpha-greywolf, drove his BA-10 across the land hoping not to be seen. as his truck sped across the plain, he noticed that the gauge of the tank was reading rather low. as he looked back through the view port, he suddenly realized he was apposing a large structure. He turned the wheel, only to see a tank next to it. He quickly applied the breaks, cursing as his armored car spun out across the street, ricocheting off the side of the tank and only stopping when he hit a telephone pull. The wolf hit his head on the dashboard of the armored car, causing a gash on his head. He slowly got up, realizing what had happened. 

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

@@Delernil @@arkman575

 

Arrow aims the turret where the Russian pony was. He waited until the buck peeks his head around the corner. Until he hears a bang that echoes in the tank. "Zum teufel?" (The hell?) He looks through the spotter hole. A car, and a dog… wat? A dog driving a car? Arrow was now thinking that the Russians are using a dogs as experiments now to control vehicles. What's wrong with these Russians? His tank turned to face the car.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb heard a bang as something slammed into the tank. A friendly? Was another tank shooting? If so, he might just get out of here alive! He stood up shakily. He waved his hoof, hoping the Germane would take it as him surrendering. If he could just get to the friendly Russian...

[arkman575 312]

Seth shook his head, a slight migraine kicking in. He looked around the cabin for one of his med kits. Going to the back storage units, he pulled out a mirror and a pack. He looked over the wound quickly, seeing nothing more than a gash. grabbing a bottle of disinfectant and medical bandage. He cleaned the wound and tied off the bandage around his head. After finishing the wound off, he looked around the cabin of his mini-apc. There was no immediate damage he could see, so he decided to check the exterior. Seth poped the back door, holding his knife in one paw and looked around. What he saw made him wish he didn't.

 

There was a tank with it's cannon pointed at his car and a pony that looked like he was surrendering. He then noticed what looked to be a sniper out of the corner of his eye. At the sight of the tank, he dropped the knife and stood on his hind legs, paws in the air.

 

"I surrender..." he said in English.

Edited February 24, 2014 by arkman575

[Demirari 454]

By sheer luck, one of the bullets managed to hit the helmet of Architectural Dream as he peaked up a bit. And by sheer luck again, the bullet ricocheted off of his helmet. Causing a bit of blunt force injury, Architectural Dream shook his head after his helmet recoiled into his forehead.

 

Thanking his helmet for saving his life, he noticed another vehicle, Russian origin. It also seemed like the original Russian soldier was surrendering. But he highly doubted this was true. He aimed his rifle at the Russian soldier and the vehicle, no chances will be taken.

 

Then the wolf gave him paused, but he still had his gun trained on them. Those Russians at times were insane, and this time may be no different. Architectural Dream tested his trigger lightly, not enough to fire.

Edited February 24, 2014 by Demirari

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

Arrow didn't know what the hell to do. Two Russians, a Germane unit that might be a traitor, and he was caught in the middle of it. All he wanted was supplies! He didn't ask for a mini war! Thought he had yet to see the Russian soldier surrender. His focus was on the dog. Though it could be a wolf. He wasn't sure. But it spoke. It spoke English.

 

"Und… uh…" He tries speaking. "What are you?" He asks the not dumbest question his mind could offer.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb holstered the knife, hoping the Germane hadn't seen the slight motion. He knew his ally had given up, or so it seemed. His rifle was empty and the jeep was far. If he could get him and the other Russian into the jeep they could escape. Night Comb looked around for anything useful. If he reached for the rifle again it would be useless. He sighed. If the Germane was going to kill him it should be now.

[Celestial Panzerhund 289]

Arrow had an idea. It might be stupid, he hopes that most can speak English, and pops out of the hatch of the turret again like a weasle. "How about this: we work together!" He shouts out so all can hear. "This world is down to shit amyway. So let's go ahead and just be together until it ends." He adds in.

 

It might be dumb trusting another nation, but it was worth the shot with the state the world is in. "Let's put the past behind us, all of our years of fighting behind us, our separate ways behind us, and work together."

[Demirari 454]

What the hell. What the hell did that tank commander just say? Work with the Russians? He was tempted to fire on the tank commander. But he lax the pressure. The world was a hellhole, that was certainly true. Working together would increase their chance of survival. He couldn't believe this.

 

Walking down the stairs, he exited the building, still having his gun trained on the Russians. If everyone was speaking English, he might as well. Luckily he had traveled to England for some traveling and learning before the war started.

"That would be advisable." He ended up sounding more British than he wanted to.