Roy: *If she's trying to read his mind, there's not much to hide. Just him a son of a rich Jakobs executive family, trained by his mentor, and how sour his relationship is with his father. Everything else is just some fancy mathematics, mental firearms schematics, an unusual amount of psychic static, and a few secrets all chained and locked up.*
-*Other than that, his "soul" actually scarred by Hastur...but also a mortal fragment of something godlike.*
"Hypothetically, what if other people feels the same way I did, what if they noticed if was you who caused them."
edited 17th Aug '16 8:34:33 PM by MrKirb
Sarah looks around the store front for a moment and looks disapprovingly at the cashier manning the rental counter. After a few seconds, the cashier blinks a bit and heads off to go do...cashiery things elsewhere.
Sarah: "I want to have a serious talk with you right now, but we need a better place to speak. Too many people around here."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]37/8/2398, Final hours of Operation Bagration
Oboyan plains by the river Neva, Korsun-Shevchenkovsky salient, Kilmainham-Coldwick border, Colkirk oblast, Helghan (60.1982889, 40.219030)
10:03PM
Slush and powdered snow shot into the air as a stocky, heavy set vehicle sped across the snowed in plains and dirt road that formed the vast majority of the features that made up the surrounding area. On the horizon, a forest of trees with grey bark and white leaves dots the landscape, interspersed with similarly coloured small foliages and bushes, a flock of bird-like creatures with shells instead of feathers shooting up and flying south. In the driver's seat, a grunt bearing a sergeant's insignia on his collar picked up a mouthpiece from the panel of buttons, screens and switches on the dashboard.
"Komanda Three, this is Vympel Two. We are returning to base for briefing and resupply, over. Requesting clearance.", the man barked out as he absently looked out towards what little he can see on the road. "Vympel Two, this is Komanda Three. Clearance granted. You are cleared to return. ETA? Over.", came the reply over some static. "An hour, give or take a quarter of it. Nothing else to note, over.", the driver replied after giving a quick glance to his watch. After a moment's pause, the voice on the radio answered back "Affirmative. See you in one. Komanda Three out."
Satisfied, the sergeant looked to the side at the quietly dozing captain wearing the distinctive slightly peaked cap of the officer corps. Sleeping like this the captain seems very peaceful, less chatty and less likely to give biting remarks that he loves to give to everyone. If this moment can last forever the sergeant thought, at least until they reached the base after which he is someone's else problem it would be lovely—
"Is something on my face?", the captain replied without looking back at the sergeant who flicked his eyes quickly back to the road. "No, sir. Nothing but your usual smart mug.", the sergeant replied without skipping a beat. The man in peaked caps gave a short humorless chuckle, and a short sigh before he looked over his shoulder to the passenger compartment.
Behind a girl in a slightly oversized soldier's garb and a blond woman in a similar get up as the sergeant are playing chess, the woman placing a horse on a white tile that elicited a pause in the girl. "...", was the reply after a moment to which she smiled and gave a small sigh that was not unlike the captain's. "Its your win again, Miss A- Doktor." The woman smiled and started to reset the pieces back to their starting position, keeping her eyes locked on the girl's. "No need to be so formal, private.", putting a king back to where it should be. "Give it time and practice, and one day you might be able to win once.", she let out as she looked to the front seats.
The captain looked back for a moment, before switching his attention back to the tracks in snow and slush that are leading them home.
37/8/2398, Final hours of Operation Bagration
Oboyan plains by the river Neva, Korsun-Shevchenkovsky salient, Kilmainham-Coldwick border, Colkirk oblast, Helghan (60.1982890, 40.219029)
10:42PM
The sergeant mulled over the day's event as he drove over a particularly rough patch of dirt and frozen mud. They were sent to repair a cell-com tower, a water pump, remove mines from a small field and repair a wind turbine of a fringe settlement. It was mostly an uneventful job, with the private and the engineering drone now residing beside her quickly finishing up the task at hand under the watchful eyes of the small squad of soldiers. A few hours ago however, a raiding party from a nearby bandit settlement paid the place a visit and while none of the locals are injured, thankfully, two of their squadmates are heavily injured in the firefight and were quickly evacuated by the only working medical gunship. They left only after making sure that there are no stragglers left of the raiding party, leaving the settlement with some gifts in the form of fruits and snacks courtesy of thankful locals.
Thinking back, he thought, there are surprisingly few attackers given the size of the settlement. Its a fringe settlements, the only thing of note being rock-sheeps, petrusite beetle, and ashberries. Potential recruits wise, most of the young people left the village to make a living in the big cities or to work for a subsidiary of Helghan corporation somewhere else on the planet. All the population consists of the aging and the very young. There are nothing to raid for. "Sir?", the man asked the officer to his side. "Are you thinking what I am thinking, sergeant?", came the reply. "Surprisingly for once, ye—"
The reply was cut short as bullets pinged the side of the jeep off the armour platings, jerking the girl and doctor behind awake and scrambling to put on their protective gears. The captain took out his carbine and watched for where the shot came from as the sergeant floored it. The engine whined and gave out a steady rumble as they sped up, an explosion thundering through behind them and launching a plume of snow and dirt several meters high. Not wanting to risk taking fire and receiving yet another injured to their tally of half a dozen injured and recuperating, the captain yelled "Duck!". Of all times, he grumbled, of all the times they had to send their top-mounted heavy machine-gun for repairs.
Outside, the steady drum of a make-shift engine made itself known to both sides of the armoured jeep, a snow buggy veering into the road in an attempt to ram the jeep off the road. The jeep however was several ton of steel and the best that Helghast engineering can supply at a reasonable cost, and was thus of much greater mass than the buggy. All on-board gripped their seat belts and braced for impact as the jeep simply ran the buggy off the road and bulldozed a jet-ski with a machine-gun mount while trying to escape their pursuers.
The girl clutched her rifle immediately after, adrenaline pumping through her veins and her breath quickening rapidly as her eyes widened and pupils dilates. She shuddered at the pinging of bullets and the sound of metal tearing apart as another jet-ski smashed into a fallen log that the driver missed. The doctor noticed, holding out a steady hand and an easy smile.
Outside, there is a bright flash as the sky flashed with a blinding glare. The driver slammed a button on the panel on the steering wheel and the shades flicked up to cover the windows and windshield, yelling "Solar flare!" as he does so. The raiders and attackers stopped and quickly scrambled away, the jeep slowly stopping down. As the attackers are fended off, the wind picked up and snow, radioactive dust, and ash starts to buffet the area in a regular weather phenomenon native to the region.
As the men and women inside the jeep huddled and hunkered down, everything outside became white.
Unknown date and year
Unknown region and unknown co-ordinates
The white light subsided as the crew opened their eyes, still seeing stars even through the filters in their mask. As it died down however, they didn't see snow and ice like they expected to, nor did they see forest and the mountain ranges in the distance. What they saw was sand. Sand, and more sand and a small town some distance away.
The girl rubbed her eyes as the doctor leaned in and checked it, holding them open as she shone a flashlight. The captain looked behind and gave a relieved sigh before looking at the sergeant who is looking at the town. "...To the town, sir?", asked the driver of the jeep.
"Yes, sergeant.", the captain replied after a pause. His eyes darted worryingly at the jeep's ventilation system working overtime to keep the jeep's internal temperature to a level that is comfortable for them. All four of them kept their gas-mask on, and readied their carbines. The jeep drove started to make it way towards the town, shooting up dust and caking the hood and wheels with desert sand.
"...Where are we, sir?", the sergeant asked. "I don't know.", the captain replied.
всегда веренSarah seems to have disappeared into the crowd as easily as a fish could lose itself in a school. Regardless, she was standing near a bench at the park when Roy arrived.
Sarah: "I'm sorry to do that to you, but this sort of thing doesn't happen every day. I try so hard and yet, sometimes, people notice, and I'm sorry."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Sarah sits down and sighs, holding her head in her hands.
Sarah: ".....There would be so much to explain, and so much of it doesn't make sense, and then so much does, goddammit, it makes too much sense. Long short of it is that yeah, that was me, and I'm surprised you picked up on that. Most people are blissfully unaware of it and I wonder how you even noticed, but regardless I try to keep it in check."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Heliodor: (is at the firing range) I like Hastur. And he likes my color scheme apparently.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

Heliodor: Who are you?
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.