It’s Monday, August 19, 1991. Yesterday, Soviet Premier Mikhail Gorbachev was removed from office in a coup arranged by hard-line communists in his government.
Protests against the coup are breaking out across the Soviet Union. Nationalist insurgents in the various Soviet republics are declaring independence from the illegitimate “State Committee for the State of Emergency.”
The Investigators are members of a Soviet Spetsnaz, or Special Purposes Forces, unit. They were selected for this elite military service due to their political reliability and physical fitness. After intense training and as much as two years of service in Afghanistan, they are hardened combat veterans. Many suspect that the coup plotters intend to use Spetsnaz units to bully the opposition into line. However, fate has intervened and the Investigators’ Spetsnaz unit has been kicked out of bed for a less political, but even more pressing, assignment
Victors warning cry causes Melnikov to focus. "мудак!" he turns to the nearby Babenko, "We had better get our asses out of here Comrade Lieutenant if we dont want to get roasted like pigs"
He turns to run towards the other survivors
We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anais Nin
The plane has two entrances into it, both via the cargo bay. The standard tail entry is the one most commonly used, though this also has a nosecone that can be raised to allow access. Unfortunately in your situation, the nosecone does not look to be a viable option to exit the plane.
AN-124 Fuselage Nose in raised position
AN-124 Fuselage rear cargo hatches in open position
Melnikov,Starshiy Leytenant Babenko surveys the wreckage in the rear of the plane and turning to Melnikov he says calmly. He half-sneers as he looks down his nose at you, though this is his way. [color=#FF4000]"Da Comrade, there is no way out through the rear of the plane, not without risking igniting the fog of hydraulic fluid. Hopefully the pressure will have dropped off by now and we can get everyone who can, back here , as far from the mist as possible. That should reduce the risk of it igniting ... I hope."[/color] [ooc]Idea roll please Melnikov[/ooc]
Nikolay,You climb atop a MT-LBV and from your vantage point atop one of the ruined MT-LBV's you can see that of the eight that were on board the plane, four are definitely out of commission, the two that have crashed into the forward bulkhead and one that crashed into the rear of the front two. In the dim light you can see that the farthest one appears to be on it's roof lying across the rear doors. [color=#0040FF]"дерьмо!"[/color] you curse under your breath. [ooc]Idea roll please Nikolay[/ooc]
Kriptoshenko,Your eyes are getting accustomed to the gloom of the cargo bay. As you stand you notice that a few more of the group are starting to come down the access points into the AN-124's cargo hold. You notice Kozlov stop halfway down the ladder and look around. Even in the dim light you can see the grim and determined look on his face. [think]"This does not bode well for the rest of the mission."[/think] you cannot help but think to yourself. [ooc]Idea roll please Kriptoshenko[/ooc]
Kozlov,You enter the rear cargo section of the plane and from your position on the ladders down you swing around and survey the wreckage in the dim light. From your vantage point you can see Korovin atop one of the ruined MT-LBV's,cool as ever looking at the damage before him, weighing up the options no doubt. From where you are you can determine that of the eight vehicles that were on board the plane, four are definitely out of commission, the two that have crashed into the forward bulkhead and one that crashed into the rear of the front two. In the dim light you can see that the farthest one appears to be on it's roof lying across the rear doors. [think]Why are there days like this?[/think] you wonder to yourself. [ooc]Idea roll please Kozlov[/ooc]
Viktor,The rest of the soldiers manage to extract those still trapped whilst you look for a way out. There are two entrances into and four exits out of the plane - both front and rear cargo loading doors and the emergency escape doors above the flaming ruins of the wings. The front you believe is ruled out due to the fact you have crash landed. The rear took the brunt of the initial landing shock so that way out is improbable too. There are two emergency exits under the wings, The one on the port (left) side appears to be jammed solid and the other is red hot as burning aviation fuel continues to flow down the starboard (right) side of the plane. [ooc]Idea roll please Viktor[/ooc]
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
OOC: We are all big boys and girls here and I trust you - so make the rolls manually if you want - We are investigators of truth and honesty after all lol
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
Melnikov idea roll,Sorry it has been so long since I used the on site dice roller that I've forgoten how it works. So rolled by hand ang got a 81, so failed.
We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anais Nin
The on-site roller,you just push the [dice] button and this code will appear [code][dice][/dice][/code]. Just write whatever dicetype you want to roll in between the brackets and you're go.
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."
Kozlov,You reckon if you can get the MT-LBV's operational, then you should, God willing, be able to punch through the fuselage of the plane. What lies on the other side however could prove to be a problem - it would be no good slamming into a wall of ice and rock like at the front of the plane for example. Equally, if you were to exit the body of the plane too high then the impact of the MT-LBV hitting the ground would not be a pleasant experience. If you could get Korovin to lay a small charge, then it would give you some idea what's outside, though a slightly larger charge would enable the MT-LBV's to exit one after the other, depending how many are operational of course. Too high and the plane could go up with all that hanging oil in the atmosphere at the front of the plane.As you are mulling this over Babenko returns from the rear of the hold and informs you; [color=#FF4000]"Sir, Sitrep of the survivors - you have eighteen Spetsnaz, eleven general soldiers who can act as crews for the MT-LBV's and twelve of the scientists left uninjured and or alive. What are we to do with the injured survivors Comrade Kapitan?"[/color] He asks the last in a slightly lower voice.
Melnikov,You look upon the carnage of the shattered hulks of the three MT-LBV's at the base of the cargo hold and just for a moment you mind freezes.
Korovin,As you stand up atop the MT-LBV you are only dimly aware of the figure of Babenko climbing up beside you and gets everyone else down. He ushers them down to the rear of the plane and returns to have a quick chat with Kozlov.
Babenko climbs up beside Korovin and hurries everyone down to the rear of the cargo hold. where he does a head-count. It is worse than he feared with only twenty-nine uninjured soldiers, of which eighteen are Spetsnaz trained. Add to this total, twelve of the scientists survived from the eighty passengers aboard the AN-124. The MT-LBV's hold 2 crew and 11 passengers, and there are up to four possible MT-LBV's available.
OOC: Note;- the MT-LBV crews are drawn from the ranks of the general soldiers. When he gives the sitrep to the Kapitan, he hopes in his heart that he will get the order to 'eliminate' them because some of the scientists were the half-men muslim's.
OOC: DeeJ's father's cremation is taking place on Friday so I will probably not be posting until Saturday, though more likely Sunday once we get things back to some semblance of normality - Thank you all again for your forbearance and kind thoughts and well-wishes - Till the weekend then my cyber-friends Ia! Ia! Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn!
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
All that Kriptoshenko can think about is how unreal everything seems. Surely this isn't happening. This has to be nothing more than a nightmare--the planes are fine, the people are fine, everything is fine.
No.
There's no pretending. He's been through too much to just deny what's right in front of him.
I'm a smooth criminal and a neurotic lawyer with a crush on a pretty-boy author, and I'm being controlled by my creepy older brother (twice!) while I worry about not having a can opener.
Kozlov nods, taking in Babenko's report, in a muted voice he conveys his orders:
Babenko:,His voice is cold and calculated. "[color=#0000BF]Have [b]Korovin [/b]blow off the hatch, we need to get these vehicles out, otherwise the mission is forfeit. Then let him place another charge set to detonate 2 minutes after we leave. These injured men are dead already, we can't afford anyone to go crazy and come in our back or blow our cover.[/color]"
He then steps up, raising his voice over the din.
"All uninjured personnel are to embark the four functional Emtee's, 3 scientists per vehicle, skeleton crew complements each and the rest equally divided Spetsnaz.
The rest of you are to stay behind and secure the fuselage. Once the hatch is open, the fumes will dissipate and you will be good. We need you to hold this place as a fallback base, our success depends on your tenacity."
"You!", he points at the highest ranking injured man, "you're in charge here when we're gone, soldier."
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."
Melnikov nods at his commander's words while scanning the crates of equipment for medical supplies. Finding some he drags the container to where Kriptoshenko is administering aid, "Supplies for them comrade, let's go"
Grabbing extra ammunition boxes for the PD, he moves towards the nearest of the MT-LBV's.
We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anais Nin
Melnikov & Kriptoshenko,Melnikov gets the relevant supplies over to where Kriptoshenko is treating one of the 'less injured' men, Abram Teterev, a competent medic that served with the company in the Afghan war. Kriptoshenko nods and having done all he can for the man, at least he can apply further aid to the others, he nods again. He treats the man, solely on autopilot, not really seeing what you are doing. [ooc]Medicine / first aid roll please - just don't fumble.[/ooc] Standing mutely for a moment, Teterev finally takes Kriptoshenko by the hand and says. [color=#0040FF]"Go you need to be away for the mission. You know that I will do my best for these men Vladimir - now quickly - you [b]must[/b] go, and keep an eye on our comrade Andrey, you know how the so called "red mist" descends upon him."[/color
Nicolay,looks around the damaged MT-LBV's and quickly determines that they cannot be fully repaired. [ooc]Roll Mechanical repair - note it will take an impale or better to make any repair "good." If you fail with the impale, an idea roll please - let's say this is the resulting 'overspill' from your earlier '00' roll.[/ooc]
Kozlov,Babenko nods at your commands and heads off to speak to Korovin. The soldier you point to pales a little at you affirmation of his being in command, but his chest soon swells with the pride of being placed in charge, He stands stiffly to attention and salutes as best he can with a broken arm. [color=#FF4000]"Da comrade Kapitan, I will do what needs to be done to make our mission a successful one. I will try to raise a rescue attempt for us and get them to return for you after your glorious return after the undoubted success of your mission!"[/color]
Viktor,You survey the damage to the rear cargo doors and as you climb atop the MT-LBV lying on it's side across the doors you can see, by positioning yourself in the right place, the glint of white through a narrow crack between the two doors. Unfortunately it is not the expected white of a snow covered field, it is what appears to be hard packed snow and ice. This crack stands some twelve feet off the ground.
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
Cearlan:,"[color=#0000BF]No, comrade, it is imperative that you maintain radio silence until we reach the missile base. I need you to wait six hours before establishing contact.[/color]"
He puts his hand on the soldier's shoulder and looks him in the eyes.
"[color=#0000BF]We need you to do this, chelovek, otherwise we'll endanger the mission. Can I count on you?[/color]"
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."
