[center][h1]Private Vitaly "Gramps" Denski[/h1][/center]


[b]”Everybody up!”[/b] Rang the voice of his new commander, to which Vitaly only grumbled in reply. Turning over to look at the Fuson Captain standing in the entranceway, the Engineer finally tuned into the familiar sounds of Chaos outside. Apparently, they were under attack. Stepping outside in his boxers, the older man simply chuckled at the sight before him. “Attack” didn't seem like the right word at first glance. It looked more like the Union was dishing out one hell of an ass whooping while the enemy ocassionally lobbed a semi-successful ranged attack against them, only to get a hailstorm of high explosive counter-battery.

Rubbing his temples, the Novogorodian shuffled back into the storage container to retrieve his boots and coveralls. Not bothering with his tank top, Vitaly ties the top of his green coveralls at his waist and scoops up the remaining rifle on the way out. “What a Beautiful World this is…” mumbles the man while fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. What was supposed to be a peaceful nights sleep after making sure all of their PK3s and Thorgrims were operational had turned into an absolute shitstorm. Finally getting his cigarettes out from the oil and hydrolic fluid stained depths of his coveralls, Vitaly took a long blissful drag before coming to a realization that was followed closely by a torrent of profanity. He has left his sidearm in the Can. 

Sidestepping arching balls of fire and long lances of ice, the Private verbally expressed his continued annoyance with the whole situation in the form of mumbled curses. “If some dumb ass kid swipped my piece there's going to be hell to pay.” Now at the “expeditionary litrines”, which weren’t anything more than glorified plastic outhouses, he began his search. One by one the angry Engineer went from outhouse to outhouse until finally he had come upon his prize. Sitting there on the floor in a shoulder holster was his prized possession, the high caliber pistol given to him by his Engineering mentor. 

Even as the man slipped the holster on, fate had decided his victory had to come to an end. Just as he lit up his last cigarette, a stray fireball streaked over the defences only to hit and explode after making contact with the outhouse three down the row from his. A glorious shower of blue liquid rained upon the unfortunate Vitaly, drenching him in the messy concoction. His night just kept getting better and better….

Still largely unconcerned with the fighting, Vitaly now made his way towards the outdoor showers with the hopes of removing the funk that had come to rest upon his person. Smiling at his turn of luck, the Novogorodian began a preemptive stripping of his gear and coveralls. It was time to clean himself up. Gear hung on the privacy divider, Vitaly quickly scrubbed himself clean of the blue menace that plagued him before soaking his coveralls for good measure. Satisfied with his cleanliness, the PRN Engineer donned his now sopping we coveralls and gear. Now tuning back into the battle, hr couldn't help but feel there was a slight shift in the flow. Something wasn't right at the defences. 

Now jogging, Vitaly quickly caught sight oh his commander who quickly became airborne as yet another fireball sailed into the Unions defensive line. “God Damn… It…” He trailed off, feeling his stomach sink to his knees while watching a second fireball curve into the bunker ahead ahead of the Captain. Shortly after the inevitable explosion, Vitaly could clearly make out the names his Commander was calling out. His squad mates were in there and the old veteran wasn't about to lose his comrades without fighting for them first. 

Turning right around, Vitaly broke out into a full on sprint back to the Engineering bay. He had a solution. Slamming through the door of the bay, Vitaly grabbed the high frequency charge hammer. With its ability to send a focused high intensity shock wave through the spike protruding from hits heavy tungsten head, it would make short work of the rubble with minimal risk of hurting those trapped inside if used correctly. Once again moving at full tilt, the large soldier all but body checked anyone in his way back to the collapsed bunker. Raising the hammer for a mighty opening swing, the Engineer roared. 

[i][b]MOVE!![/b][/i]

Using his running start, Vitaly swung the hammer toward the nearest uncollapes corner of the bunker with all the strength he could muster, which was no small amount of force. The instant spike met fortification there was a loud crack followed but a boom that resulted on the absolute annialation. Shards of stone metal flew away in large chunks which allowed the Engineer to make another swing higher up, effectively clearing a hole to start reaching the wounded inside. Once again though, fate wanted to be a bitch,  and a bitch she was. Just as the bear of a man rose the hammer for another swing, an arrow zipped out of the darkness to bury itself into Vitaly’s abdomen.

With a grunt of surprise being his only response to the wound, he ignored the pain and continued his work. Comrades came first. Besides, that cute little Fuso sergeant coild just fix him up when He’s done. Giving the hammer one last upward swing, he managed to blow the largest piece of rubble trapping his comrades up and away from their position on the floor. Tossing the tool aside, Vitaly sank himself into a low squat and grasped the last large section before thrusting up with his legs to heave the thing away. Spotting the surviving soldiers, the burly Novogorodian reached down to help the nearest one, their medic, with a smile.

“It seems you could use some fresh air.”