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9/6/2015 7:50:03 PM
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[b]*Chelovek walks around Centra, Cedyetica. People give him strange looks and try to avoid him. A 12-foot tall war machine doesn't exactly fit in well*[/b]
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Suddenly, the soldier from earlier staggers out of a nearby alleyway. His eyes are unfocused, dust covers his uniform and blood covers his hands. He seems to be talking to the air around him: [i]Jalonsky, Roberts, Devlin, all gone. T-90s blew them apart. All gone, all gone.[/i]
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Hey, it's you again. You okay?
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The soldier looks up. [i]Berlin, Ramstien. Orleans, Dunkirk. How many? Too many. Always to many. Over the top, men. Over the top![/i] His eyes become even more unfocused, and his words devolve into broken laughter.
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[b]*Chelovek slaps him, causing him to fall to the ground*[/b] Snap out of it, soldier!
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The man looks up, confused. [i]What happened?[/i] He gently feels out his bloody nose. [i]Ouch. Where am I?[/i]
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You went crazy like I did back in that alley.
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[i]Oh, God. But I was at the Reichstag, the Fountain, the last ride out! I saw them, all of them, alive, smiling, talking, breathing. [b]Alive.[/b] So what really happened?[/i]
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You got chased by police to a fountain where you held out for a few hours and then you ran through here into me.
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The soldier stares at the pavement. [i]Oh, my God. Police, huh. I'm guessing they didn't have a chance.[/i]
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No. You shot like hell.
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The soldier stands, shakily. [i]This doesn't make sense. I never had anything like this happen before.[/i]
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Edited by Master Chief: 9/6/2015 9:43:11 PMWait, how did you get on this planet?
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Edited by Ex PI: 9/6/2015 9:47:12 PM[i]I dunno. I was pulling hit-and-run duty outside Shanghai. Some kind of tech lab. Got to the reactor, opened the door, saw a bright light, then I was here.[/i]
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Some type of wormhole maybe?
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[i]It's possible. Since it seems I'm stuck here, I suppose I should introduce myself.[/i] He sticks out a hand. [i]Lieutenant Rainer Thomsen. 38th Anti-Armor Division.[/i]
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Edited by Master Chief: 9/6/2015 10:02:43 PM[b]*Chelovek extends his hand too*[/b] You can just call me "Chelovek." 1st Mechanized Troop division, 1st squad. "The Fist of the Motherland"
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Rainer shakes. [i]Interesting. I'll guess your lot was in Berlin too. [/i]
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Yeah. We were the first ones in and the last ones out. We swept that city like a wave. They never knew what was coming.
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Rainer smiles in remembrance. [i]We put holes all up and down the other stuff. Could never catch you all.[/i]
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Edited by Master Chief: 9/6/2015 10:30:58 PMNumbers work well. We got quite a few of you guys too. It was a tough fight, but we came out on top by the time the next night rolled around.
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[i]I'm fully aware. How bout a round on me?[/i]
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Edited by Master Chief: 9/6/2015 10:41:23 PMNo thanks. I don't drink. Maybe if Denikin were here. That man could down an entire keg in one sitting.
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Rainer laughs. [i]Sounds like a Scotsman I used to know. You know anywhere around here I could live in?[/i]
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No. I've got a base up north of here but I'm afraid I can't allow any foreigners in.
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Rainer smiles. [i]I understand. OPSEC and all that.[/i]
