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This site's like Old Broadway...I'm seeing a young man sittin' in an old man's bar, waitin' for his turn to die.
12 mos ago
I would sooner face outright phobia again than be given a half-hearted apology by the same systems which did nothing in the face of injustice and to now seek to make profit from our suffering.
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12 mos ago
I will never celebrate Pride Month for being stabbed in the leg and shot in the neck while it is sponsored by Chase. I will never mistake complacency for forgiveness nor acceptance.
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12 mos ago
Pride Month is celebrate by those who have never struggled. Those of us who have - those who have been harassed, assulted, detained and debased - have no such pride in it. There is only ire and spite.
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12 mos ago
So sorry if I'm not enthused. It's just that there's nothing to be happy about now, and people just buy rainbow stuff from the same corps who need us kept down to sell them in the first place.
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Bio
“There was a time when I was master of the universe. As I was staying ageless and motionless before my computer, flying untouched over human frenzy, cities rose and crumbled under my thumb, tiny people ran hurriedly to their death on the roads I had built and time flew at my command.
Then it all stopped, and I had to become one of those running specks. They call it 'life.'”
@vietmyke so Mag would be 2nd Lt? I fell out after work yesterday so I didnt get a chance to work on anything but I will tonight. Definitely thinking about that plasma shotgun/grenade type thing too. Sill unsure about loadout.
If you need more ideas, here's a few I dug up from the melted bits of my brain before I have to go peddle drugs at the pharmacy:
Overcharger Blade - Are hand-to-hand MAS's ruining your day? Do you need to fry every last bit of electronic wiring in something? It's easy; Just run a giant taser field around the blade of a sword, and as you're getting a good cut into something, activate the sucker and watch the sparks fly!
Automatic Grenade Launcher - Might not be the greatest at handling the tougher armored opponents, but at least grenades are plentiful and can be outfitted with a lot of different payloads; An HE grenade might not do shit to a MAS suit, but everyone will be kissing your ass and singing to Baby Jesus that you bought Smokes you can pepper around the battlefield.
Tether Pistol - Here's a fun one: What happens if you combine an electromagnetically-propelled harpoon inside a MAS pistol frame, and wired the cable directly to the suit? Everybody loves a good game of tug-of-war, and if you can land a solid tether on an opponent, well shit, a mecha can't move if their legs are constantly tripping over fifteen tons of tensile strength! Oh, and you could use it to like, ford rivers and shit too, I guess.
She looks like she wore a choker in middle school because she got hot and bothered after reading a wattpad fanfic about her favorite anime characters playing 2 man couch hockey and now thinks hair pulling is BDSM.
▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - March 9 ► Height - 5'7" / 170cm ► Weight - 152 lbs / 69 kg ► Hair Color - Red ► Eye Color - Emerald ► Callsign - "DJ" ► Confirmed Kills - 21
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D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E
If you were to stumble upon Lucina on the street - or more likely, at the bar or the nightclub - the immediate impressions she gives is that she has remained 16 for the past 8 years. With once-jet black hair now a perma-dyed crimson red, an active physique, and a full sleeve of tattoos with another in the works, it's clear that she went to college to party and hasn't abandoned that ideal since.
So, all that considered...Lucina's a fairly typical army girl.
---P S Y C H E V A L
Prone to impulsive behaviors, Lucina is the type of girl to get paid on the 1st and go broke by the 3rd. She lives fast and hard, and doesn't bother asking a lot of questions along the way, unless it's a snarky snide about why somebody seems so lame or boring in her eyes. All of the answers to life's many (annoying) mysteries are located at the bottom of a bottle, Lucina's very vocal about the fact that the booze along the outer worlds are as cheap as they are. And as soon as she gets approved for time on leave, she's rounding up the posse, hitting the town, and more than likely won't come back for a few weeks. Typically, that's how members of her regiment tend to meet her, for she's always the first one to ask who's down for drinks after a mission.
When asked about her personal life, Lucina tends to refract the question, either by giving all-too-honest of an answer, or by presenting a sardonic response. Lucina is an open book; That book just happens to be written while the author was on their two-week bender after a messy divorce. She's all too happy to recite it. She just doesn't see an overwhelming reason put on a show about it whenever she isn't asked.
---B I O G R A P H Y
The wondrous love-child of an Imperial lieutenant on his vacation and the fated desperate woman he picked up at the bar, Lucina spent most of her childhood bouncing between the less-than-glamorous Bucharest metropolis and wherever it was her dad happened to be stationed during the few weeks a year he got custody over her. Having to adapt to new faces and circumstances all the time, Lucina was constantly dragged between worlds. Whether upon the mountains of Carpathia or among the stellar colonies a long ways from home, Lucina had little time to develop lasting friendships, often having to leave them behind as soon as they were made.
Once finished with primary school, Lucina was strongly encouraged to off to university, to which the University of Targovista Mars would be her institution of attendance, opting to pursue a degree in communication. At UTM, her academic performance was...notably torpid, seeing as she had channeled her newfound freedoms to entrench herself into UTM's vibrant social life instead of towards life as an intrepid scholar. Unsurprisingly, within her first semester she was placed on academic probation, and by the end of her freshman year, UTM had suspended her due to her frequent absences and poor marks. Faced into the prospect, Lucina withdrew before her sophomore year could begin, and began looking for other opportunities.
At that time, the UEE was recruiting around Mars for new candidates for its recently revamped Mobile Armor Suit program, and faced with options which seemed only barely less desirable than whatever could come from a life of being shot at, Lucina threw caution to the wind and signed on with a recruiter. While looking through her academic records, many of her superiors - her recruiter included - cast serious doubts over her capabilities for MAS training, citing her history of poor reliability and lack of discipline as the foremost concerns. They had attempted to dissuade her on many occasions, instead offering up positions in Military Police or Chemical Warfare, yet every time she turned down their offers and told them to, "Let (her) join the damn MAS." What her superiors did not know, much to their amazement, was that when Lucina took to something, she took off. Beyond exceeding their (admittedly very low) expectations, the instructors within her unit were thoroughly impressed by the aptitude scores, and after some "initial suspicions" were ruled out, Lucina was cleared for training and induced into the 101st Legion at the age of 20.
Her performance so far has certainly been commendable, and Lucina has so far gained a reputation for being a dependable and capable pilot. During her first few years alone, she has managed to score (some of her accomplices prefer the term "stole") a good number of confirmed kills, for her ambush-driven style of combat has led her to shine in the attritional conflicts of the current era. She eagerly pushes herself towards attaining ACE status as a MAS pilot, and with her performance and experience only honing with time, Lucina just may attain the coveted status sooner rather than later, if only for lack of any other perceivable goals...
---E Q U I P M E N T
Standard MAS pilot equipment for Imperial service.
---R E L A T I O N S
None at the moment.
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___________________________________ Umblător Blindat de Luptă 053 - Modelul C ________________________________________________________________________________________ Medium Mech | ROMARM ___________________________________
▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Height - 36ft / 11m ► Manufacturer - Brasov ROMARM ► Role - Infiltration Assault ► Chassis - Medium
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R O L E A N D P U R P O S E
Internally designated (and widely recognized) as an offshoot of the venerable PTX-051, the UBL-053 was designed as a stopgap between a heavier assault MAS and more lightly-armed reconnaissance vehicles. Intended first and foremost as an ambusher, the "Ileane" was created as a thorough breakthrough unit, where it would infiltrate enemy lines with the support of infantry and wreck havoc upon an unsuspecting enemy while still possessing respectable firepower. Notably, the Ileane is designed to be incredibly survivable, with the idea that even a disabled Ileane might be abandoned and its pilot resume the infiltration assault with the support of its accompanying infantry.
---W E A P O N S S Y S T E M S
- M57 Light Support Weapon (Heavy): Developed as an LSW variant of the reliable M90 30mm Autocannon, the M57 most notably includes the replacement of its standard barrel with a fluted, chrome-lined barrel to improve cooling and long-burst accuracy, and the replacement of the fire control group with a fully-automatic firing selection. Feeding from either standard 100 round magazines or from 400 round drums, the M57 is able to provide accurate suppressive fire, pinning down threats at great ranges while the operator's unit maneuvers.
- MR553 DMR (Primary): A turbolaser designated marksman rifle intended for a counter-sniper role. While its energy retention doesn't quite come close to that of a true laser sniper, the MR553 is capable of disrupting many of the electronic systems many sniper MAS units rely upon.
- Pm.64 Multiple Launch Rocket System (Primary): The Pm.64 MLRS is a laser-guided micro rocket system with multiple payload options, ranging from antipersonnel to anti-armor to anti-aircraft. Capable of firing multiple rocket salvos in rapid succession, the Pm.64 is intended to provide ample explosive power, although the older-fashioned laser-guided system leaves a bit to be desired in terms of accuracy.
- S11 PEMS (Secondary): The S11 Personal Electromagnetic Shield is a combat shield intended for use on a medium-chassis MAS. While its composition offers a fantastic weight-to-protection ratio, it is not optimized for intense firefights, and sequential barrages will break its defense.
- M15 Combat Knife (Secondary): The standard combat knife of Imperial MAS units.
---A U X S Y S T E M S
- DS-3 Linear Frequency Deliminator (Auxiliary): By using the concepts of Linear Frequency Modulation, the waveform detection capability of radio detection (RADAR) systems can be substantially improved by increasing the duration of a transmitted pulse. Conversely, reducing the duration of a pulse improves the range resolution of the radar. Thus, Linear Frequency Deliminator is a versatile, wide-range jamming system, meant to scramble enemy detection systems via "bouncing" signals and returning back erroneous wavelength and pulse frequencies. The result is a capable Electronic Warfare system which can effectively disrupt enemy communications. However, a Linear Frequency Deliminator requires both good timing and coordination to use effectively, and requires frequent readjustment as not to be countered by enemy signalers who catch on to the interference.
- P3 Active Camouflage System(Auxiliary): A camouflage generator attached to the back of a MAS, it projects a field of particles over the MAS, effectively making it invisible to the human eye, as well as optical scanners, and tracking modules. The generator does not however shield the user from all scanners, and the generator unit itself dumps large amounts of heat upon deactivating. Camouflage generators are also notorious for consuming large amounts of energy, and the standard Active Camouflage generator can only continuously produce particles for a single hour before beginning to massively drain the power reserves of the MAS.
- P13M3 Active Defense System (Auxiliary): Created by Industria Imperială din Cluj, the P13 Active Defense System series is a proven and effective production copy of more common MAS countermeasure systems. The M3 variant boasts an improved starter agent and more refined aerosol composition to aid against heat and laser-guided tracking systems. Countermeasures do not take up a utility system slot.
Definitely going to revise weapons after work. Looking for a loadout that is suited for infantry and armored vehicles as well as MAS CQC. Possibly an automatic grenade rifle, automatic hpk pistol (not sold on that), could probably use a few suggestions.
Well, if you wanna do equal parts CQC and "Blowing shit up", what i'd recommend is a modified plasma gun with a wide stabilizer. Since most plasma weapons would travel along a guided laser beam before transferring the superheated hydronium particles to the face of its intended target. If you removed the stabilizer and made the laser a lot less focused in frequency, you could have a plasma weapon that'd be like a shotgun with dragon's breath rounds, except more...energetic. And deadly.
▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - March 9 ► Height - 5'7" / 170cm ► Weight - 152 lbs / 69 kg ► Hair Color - Red ► Eye Color - Emerald ► Callsign - "DJ" ► Confirmed Kills - 21
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D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E
If you were to stumble upon Lucina on the street - or more likely, at the bar or the nightclub - the immediate impressions she gives is that she has remained 16 for the past 8 years. With once-jet black hair now a perma-dyed crimson red, an active physique, and a full sleeve of tattoos with another in the works, it's clear that she went to college to party and hasn't abandoned that ideal since.
So, all that considered...Lucina's a fairly typical army girl.
---P S Y C H E V A L
Prone to impulsive behaviors, Lucina is the type of girl to get paid on the 1st and go broke by the 3rd. She lives fast and hard, and doesn't bother asking a lot of questions along the way, unless it's a snarky snide about why somebody seems so lame or boring in her eyes. All of the answers to life's many (annoying) mysteries are located at the bottom of a bottle, Lucina's very vocal about the fact that the booze along the outer worlds are as cheap as they are. And as soon as she gets approved for time on leave, she's rounding up the posse, hitting the town, and more than likely won't come back for a few weeks. Typically, that's how members of her regiment tend to meet her, for she's always the first one to ask who's down for drinks after a mission.
When asked about her personal life, Lucina tends to refract the question, either by giving all-too-honest of an answer, or by presenting a sardonic response. Lucina is an open book; That book just happens to be written while the author was on their two-week bender after a messy divorce. She's all too happy to recite it. She just doesn't see an overwhelming reason put on a show about it whenever she isn't asked.
---B I O G R A P H Y
The wondrous love-child of an Imperial lieutenant on his vacation and the fated desperate woman he picked up at the bar, Lucina spent most of her childhood bouncing between the less-than-glamorous Bucharest metropolis and wherever it was her dad happened to be stationed during the few weeks a year he got custody over her. Having to adapt to new faces and circumstances all the time, Lucina was constantly dragged between worlds. Whether upon the mountains of Carpathia or among the stellar colonies a long ways from home, Lucina had little time to develop lasting friendships, often having to leave them behind as soon as they were made.
Once finished with primary school, Lucina was strongly encouraged to off to university, to which the University of Targovista Mars would be her institution of attendance, opting to pursue a degree in communication. At UTM, her academic performance was...notably torpid, seeing as she had channeled her newfound freedoms to entrench herself into UTM's vibrant social life instead of towards life as an intrepid scholar. Unsurprisingly, within her first semester she was placed on academic probation, and by the end of her freshman year, UTM had suspended her due to her frequent absences and poor marks. Faced into the prospect, Lucina withdrew before her sophomore year could begin, and began looking for other opportunities.
At that time, the UEE was recruiting around Mars for new candidates for its recently revamped Mobile Armor Suit program, and faced with options which seemed only barely less desirable than whatever could come from a life of being shot at, Lucina threw caution to the wind and signed on with a recruiter. While looking through her academic records, many of her superiors - her recruiter included - cast serious doubts over her capabilities for MAS training, citing her history of poor reliability and lack of discipline as the foremost concerns. They had attempted to dissuade her on many occasions, instead offering up positions in Military Police or Chemical Warfare, yet every time she turned down their offers and told them to, "Let (her) join the damn MAS." What her superiors did not know, much to their amazement, was that when Lucina took to something, she took off. Beyond exceeding their (admittedly very low) expectations, the instructors within her unit were thoroughly impressed by the aptitude scores, and after some "initial suspicions" were ruled out, Lucina was cleared for training and induced into the 101st Legion at the age of 20.
Her performance so far has certainly been commendable, and Lucina has so far gained a reputation for being a dependable and capable pilot. During her first few years alone, she has managed to score (some of her accomplices prefer the term "stole") a good number of confirmed kills, for her ambush-driven style of combat has led her to shine in the attritional conflicts of the current era. She eagerly pushes herself towards attaining ACE status as a MAS pilot, and with her performance and experience only honing with time, Lucina just may attain the coveted status sooner rather than later, if only for lack of any other perceivable goals...
---E Q U I P M E N T
Standard MAS pilot equipment for Imperial service.
---R E L A T I O N S
None at the moment.
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___________________________________ Umblător Blindat de Luptă 053 - Modelul C ________________________________________________________________________________________ Medium Mech | ROMARM ___________________________________
▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Height - 36ft / 11m ► Manufacturer - Brasov ROMARM ► Role - Infiltration Assault ► Chassis - Medium
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R O L E A N D P U R P O S E
Internally designated (and widely recognized) as an offshoot of the venerable PTX-051, the UBL-053 was designed as a stopgap between a heavier assault MAS and more lightly-armed reconnaissance vehicles. Intended first and foremost as an ambusher, the "Ileane" was created as a thorough breakthrough unit, where it would infiltrate enemy lines with the support of infantry and wreck havoc upon an unsuspecting enemy while still possessing respectable firepower. Notably, the Ileane is designed to be incredibly survivable, with the idea that even a disabled Ileane might be abandoned and its pilot resume the infiltration assault with the support of its accompanying infantry.
---W E A P O N S S Y S T E M S
- M57 Light Support Weapon (Heavy): Developed as an LSW variant of the reliable M90 30mm Autocannon, the M57 most notably includes the replacement of its standard barrel with a fluted, chrome-lined barrel to improve cooling and long-burst accuracy, and the replacement of the fire control group with a fully-automatic firing selection. Feeding from either standard 100 round magazines or from 400 round drums, the M57 is able to provide accurate suppressive fire, pinning down threats at great ranges while the operator's unit maneuvers.
- MR553 DMR (Primary): A turbolaser designated marksman rifle intended for a counter-sniper role. While its energy retention doesn't quite come close to that of a true laser sniper, the MR553 is capable of disrupting many of the electronic systems many sniper MAS units rely upon.
- Pm.64 Multiple Launch Rocket System (Primary): The Pm.64 MLRS is a laser-guided micro rocket system with multiple payload options, ranging from antipersonnel to anti-armor to anti-aircraft. Capable of firing multiple rocket salvos in rapid succession, the Pm.64 is intended to provide ample explosive power, although the older-fashioned laser-guided system leaves a bit to be desired in terms of accuracy.
- S11 PEMS (Secondary): The S11 Personal Electromagnetic Shield is a combat shield intended for use on a medium-chassis MAS. While its composition offers a fantastic weight-to-protection ratio, it is not optimized for intense firefights, and sequential barrages will break its defense.
- M15 Combat Knife (Secondary): The standard combat knife of Imperial MAS units.
---A U X S Y S T E M S
- DS-3 Linear Frequency Deliminator (Auxiliary): By using the concepts of Linear Frequency Modulation, the waveform detection capability of radio detection (RADAR) systems can be substantially improved by increasing the duration of a transmitted pulse. Conversely, reducing the duration of a pulse improves the range resolution of the radar. Thus, Linear Frequency Deliminator is a versatile, wide-range jamming system, meant to scramble enemy detection systems via "bouncing" signals and returning back erroneous wavelength and pulse frequencies. The result is a capable Electronic Warfare system which can effectively disrupt enemy communications. However, a Linear Frequency Deliminator requires both good timing and coordination to use effectively, and requires frequent readjustment as not to be countered by enemy signalers who catch on to the interference.
- P3 Active Camouflage System(Auxiliary): A camouflage generator attached to the back of a MAS, it projects a field of particles over the MAS, effectively making it invisible to the human eye, as well as optical scanners, and tracking modules. The generator does not however shield the user from all scanners, and the generator unit itself dumps large amounts of heat upon deactivating. Camouflage generators are also notorious for consuming large amounts of energy, and the standard Active Camouflage generator can only continuously produce particles for a single hour before beginning to massively drain the power reserves of the MAS.
- P13M3 Active Defense System (Auxiliary): Created by Industria Imperială din Cluj, the P13 Active Defense System series is a proven and effective production copy of more common MAS countermeasure systems. The M3 variant boasts an improved starter agent and more refined aerosol composition to aid against heat and laser-guided tracking systems. Countermeasures do not take up a utility system slot.
Arseny fumbled through his war-torn jacket pockets, busting about for the keys to the partisan's shed. He dug through what felt like oceans of lint and empty clips, twanging and tinging while his fingers made their search for the keyring he felt so stubbornly even through his soaking jacket. Every second he spent out here entrenched a lingering dread in the back of his mind, like a sniper was waiting around in the back woods all day for them to come out from their position. The fact that he felt the mud nearly seep into his boots every second he stood didn't help.
Clutching the rusty bronze key between his fingers while the rest of his assortment clanged in the pattering rain, the partisan produced forward his key, jamming the oxidized key into the contraption. He grunted, pushing his shoulder into the door as the grooves of the key stuck along the corroded slot, its tarnished chippings jamming back along his arm for every millimeter he pushed in, until eventually the lock gave way and turned with an audible chunk! The man sighed in relief, the heaving of his heavy breaths puffing mist like a steam train as he shoved aside the heavy oakwood door. Arseny cursed himself for volunteering for this damned mission; His profanity-lined expressions as he moved aside the country shed door peppered the constant patter of rain and distant summer thunder. The partisan knew the full importance of the mission - and the full danger of going alone - as Barynja Chaykovsky made him swear upon his life that he retrieve the cache entirely and undetected. The Devil take him if he wouldn't do it.
He leaned down as he entered, large beam-sections of the old shack creaking in as the rain stormed ahead. Pacing about the narrow midsection, Arseny squeezed himself between the wall and a tarp-coated tractor, shuffling his feet as he dragged soggy bushes of hay as he moved. As he finally nudged himself through the narrow path, the partisan dug beneath the dust-laden workbench, feeling about the straw floors. The wet straw formed into messy mounds, beneath the few centimeters of padding, his hands hand finally reached the solid, metallic coldness he searched for. Arseny wiped the rainwater dripping from his hair with his army cap, then fumbled about his keyring again. He quickly flipped through the verisimilitude of old keys again, plucking out a long, slender iron key. His spare hand brushed off the large metal box beneath, locating the tiny keyhole. The partisan gave a brief, narrow blow downwards, where particles of dust danced upwards like heavy snow. Finally, he gave one last brush-over of the lock and inserted the key with an audible ker-chunk!
Gripping the hay-covered handles of the cache box, Arseny propped himself upon the balls of his feet. He bent forward, straightening out his back, then, heaved upwards as he groaned and grunted as the giant stash resurrected from the Earth. The dark-haired partisan swung himself to the left, crashing the enormous box upon the nearby workbench, huffing all the while. His hands became busy at work, brushing off the final dashes of stuck hay, then he took two hands and flipped each side lever, heaving open the stash box.
The metallic shimmer from within the Red Army's cache was small, yet its contents glistened even in the dreary drizzle of the Ukrainian summer. Row after row of neatly-lined rifles, each separated by their own thin layer of packing paper, adorned the insides of the stash. Old Mausers, Mosin-Nagants, a few Wz's, and - 'Shit, is that a MG?' Arseny looked down, cracking a smile as he checking the status of the cargo, all the while in at what he was seeing for the fifth time today. He knew that Barynja Chaykovksy was good for the weapons - her and those Germans she was in with - but truth be told, Arseny expected museum pieces. But no, everything was all laid neatly inside, the polished wood giving off a shimmer like the brief luminescence of old tungsten light bulbs fading to black. Most of these guns looked like they were meant for collectors; From where Arseny stood - his impressed eyes scanning in steadfast approval - none of them had scratches nor wear anywhere to be seen.
He shut the large stash box with a sonorous thunk, tightening the two buckles on its side as he stared down at the front of the lockbox, then unto his feet. Arseny sharply inhaled, bending his knees just slightly as he tilted forth, heaving while he lifted the enormous metal box well over his head and slung it upon his shoulder while his beet-red expression exerted itself from the weight. Just lifting that hundred kilogram box? Easy as could be; Arseny had done worse in the camps in Lwow. But now? Now was the hard part. Now was when this man was supposed to shimmy his way back through the tarp-coated tractor, back through a sludge of soggy hay that ran so deep it was to be indistinguishable from the muddy bogs just outside. Arseny cursed beneath his breath, squeezing himself through the the narrow passageway, feeling every last zipper and spare thread along his patched-over war jacket catch along every splinter and jagger of the dilapidated shed walls. He would fume, squeezing himself through while immense weight of some dozens of rifles encased in this hulking safebox teetered him over with every odd movement. Sometimes, the box would bang across the walls, and the shed would shake so much Arseny instinctively glared upwards, praying to God that just this odd movement wouldn't cave the whole place down on him in it.
At long last, the partisan edged himself through to the other side, sighing in relief. Shifting the box around with his shoulder and right arm, he heaved the box to his waist level, carrying it in a more natural fashion. His straw-glued boots nudged the shed door open to a creek, where he finally simply slammed his shoulder unto the heavy egress to a complete opening. With his gait turning into a stagger not unlike the awkward waddle of a penguin, Arseny fumbled his way back along the mud-troughed footprint path he had left on his approach, all the while the steady downpour of the mid-morning amplified to a resounding drone. His eyes paced, nervously peeking out beyond the misty, dreary woods, constantly scanning the treeline for anything he could, the constant rain be damned.
The faint silhouette of his trusted wagon - and the ever so faithful, unbothered demeanor of Misha the Horse - brought with it a sigh of relief, mashed in with the grunts of his long haul. His shoulders dropped, his upright posture slumping to a relaxed slouch while Arseny hastened his pace to his vehicle. With one final huff, the partisan unfurled the cache, slamming unto the bed of his wagon with a mighty gasp. There, he pressed his palms up against the slippery, cold surface of the trunk, pressing it into place alongside other crates, some wooden, some metal, all displaying varied slogans and signs. Shifting his weight left, Arseny pushed the cache left, nestling it right in place next to the "Vasylyshyn Farms - Bulk Potatoes" crate.
He swung himself around the side of the wagon and sighed. Leaning an arm up against the wall of the wagon, he shut the back hatch closed, covering up his face as he'd protect the contents beneath. He plucked out a sheet of scratch paper, crumpled from a few hundred folds and almost sogging to the point of collapse, where he began reading out the list of stops on his daily "farming trip". Arseny still had 3 more stops to collect. But, by the time he and the others were done with all their pickups and back at base, his brothers and sisters in the Red Army would have more than enough to one-up the Whites.
[h2]“There was a time when I was master of the universe. As I was staying ageless and motionless before my computer, flying untouched over human frenzy, cities rose and crumbled under my thumb, tiny people ran hurriedly to their death on the roads I had built and time flew at my command.
Then it all stopped, and I had to become one of those running specks. They call it 'life.'”[/h2]
[right][sub][i]Nicolas Combrexelle[/i][/sub][/right]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h2">“There was a time when I was master of the universe. As I was staying ageless and motionless before my computer, flying untouched over human frenzy, cities rose and crumbled under my thumb, tiny people ran hurriedly to their death on the roads I had built and time flew at my command.<br><br>Then it all stopped, and I had to become one of those running specks. They call it 'life.'”</div><br><div class="bb-right"><sub><span class="bb-i">Nicolas Combrexelle</span></sub></div></div>
