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Return to the Zone - the Dove and the Serpent. #3They had then also checked the other candidates, but none of them was one of those being sought.Golubka trotted after Bogdan in a somewhat depressed state. Any one of these 'Stalkers', as these men called themselves, could be one of them: Most of them wore masks or at least hoods pulled deep into their faces, but if you took a closer look, in the end it was none of them.And slowly she realized that the men probably came here not to be recognized, to disappear, especially in front of the law.Golubka knew the term 'Stalker' from television, that's what they called the men who picked up the debris from the steps around the rocket launch pads in Baikonur, for example, and sold the precious metal. Apparently it was dangerous, but she couldn't really imagine why. And these people here now called themselves the same way. But apparently their work was indeed dangerous, even though Bogdan had probably given her a wide berth to all dangerous animals and these anomalies. But again and again they had seen corpses lying there. This had a reason.Apparently not everyone was buried here. Sure, there were also lots of crosses, made from fence bars or simple sticks, sometimes from weapons. She could read inscriptions in the weathered wood, names and sometimes personal objects were still attached to them, but she realized that a proper funeral was a luxury here. To go underground after death you needed friends, a group, enough men who took the time to dig a pit in their daily struggle for survival. And probably the time you spent digging the pit could cost you your life. Not least because the radioactivity under the ground was beginning to rise. Because the water truged the particles downwards, but also because in many places the radiating waste was simply buried. So if you accidentally dug up something like that... So it's not surprising that many people just stayed lying there. And what happened to them?Bogdan explained that the animals tke care for them.Not a pretty picture.And she started imagining what happened next. Didn't somebody out there miss those men? Even if they didn't have families, they were still registered somewhere? Or did they just fall through the rathole? Probably. They didn't tell much concrete about it in the newspapers and on TV they showed rather dramatic individual fates. The caring family father who only wanted to take a short glance and was shot by soldiers. Something like that. Scandals and opinion making. But all those young men, nameless and without prospects... ...nobody said a word about it. In fact, they ignored the Zone out there as best they could. From time to time someone told us that the Zone was expanding and would soon reach Kiev, something stirred up fear. It had done so in the past, but that hadn't happened for a while, and quickly normalcy returned. Yes, it was there, and almost everyone knew someone who knew someone who had been there, but if possible you suppress the danger.But now she was here herself. And her husband and nephew were missing, and what will her neighbours be saying about her now?The other men seemed to avoid her, less her than Bogdan. It was always the same, a distrustful look to the side and they corrected their way in a different direction.Yes, both Bogdan and Nikolai were very tall, they outdid most men, who were of average height. And they both had conspicuous scars on their faces, certificates of their struggles with all possible sorts of things, as well the impossible. And Bogdan rarely wore a mask, his face could be seen, he did not remain anonymous. But someone like that was avoided in the Kiev subway - but here?But it wasn't that.Bogdan did not allow her to talk to the men herself, but she was allowed to listen, and she still had good ears.Everyone here seemed to know that Bogdan belonged to the Pripyat faction. They called them 'Hunters'. This was due to a well-known stalker who called himself 'Ochotnik' and who had spread great terror, especially among the bandits. 'The cold-blooded One' they called him too, in a cruel world one of the most feared, it was said that he had unscrupulously shot also prisoned stalkers and made short trial with soldiers and mercenaries and he was also responsible for great losses among the big factions. Some thought he was a mutant. What was noticeable, they talked very freely, if they thought nobody paid attention to them. What had happened to him they did not know. At some time, he was just gone. Some thought to know that he hadn't returned from the Centre, as so many others did. And she decided to ask Nikolai about it. If anyone knew, he did.And finally, after a very long walk, they returned to their accommodation in Pripyat, without success.On the way, they receive information that Nikolai was on his way somewhere and needed Bogdan. Bogdan therefore had the order to bring her to Viktor. "He is the eldest. They say he used to be a policeman in Kiev. He knows the Zone almost as well as Nikolai does and is the best tracker you can find."But after the disappointment of her unsuccessful search, her curiosity about Viktor was limited.Bogdan took her up the stairs to the floor where they lived. He apparently had instructions not to leave her unattended for a moment. There they waited in the hallway until this Viktor showed up. At first glance, he was inconspicuous, not tall, unremarkable dressed. No special suit, no relics from the Soviet moth box. A simple jeans, sweater and over it a heavy leather coat. He had a beard and was far from a decent haircut, both in an indefinable grey-brown. He was a little younger than herself, but not unappealing. A little bit he reminded her of her younger brother and after all he was Ukrainian and not Russian either.Even if nobody said it openly, but against the bigger neighbour and especially against their soldiers they always had reservations.And now that she was talking to a fellow countryman she noticed that some of her discomfort disappeared."So you haven't found them, hm?""No. You already know why I'm here?""Yes, Nikolai explained everything to me. I'm sorry for what happened.""It is not your fault. But, yes, I am disappointed.""No wonder. But I can not promise that we will ever find them.""I know. Nikolai made that clear to me, too.""I guess in his own special way.""Something like that, right... But I've seen a little of the Zone now, I'm beginning to understand why he said it that way.""Well, he doesn't mean any harm. But he's not used to dealing with civilians.""So I noticed.""We can talk in a minute, but come in first. You'll be tired."He took her to his quarters and Golubka could see that he as well had made himself comfortable. Apparently there was really enough to go around. But how could anyone want to live here?But Viktor told her that one could get used to everything. Human is a very robust being, especially the psyche. Sure, some break, but it is always amazing with what circumstances one can come to terms with, and many men lead a life. Maybe not a good one, but they make ends meet, for years. What comes of it in the end, we'll have to see. But there are still some farmers, a little further out, they say, who have been here since the disaster and never left, or came back immediately, even they were able to survive.And so they talk about the area, about Kiev, the past and the future. Golubka was exhausted, but she never got tired of asking questions."...and who is this Ochotnik, after whom your group is named? The stalkers seem to be very afraid of him, they've been avoiding us...""Okhotnik..." Viktor hesitated for a moment, he seemed to be considering whether to say it, but decided that the information couldn't have caused much damage. "This is Nikolai. Had been. That's what he used to be called. But he doesn't like that nickname much."She hadn't counted on that. She reviewed the rumors. Sure they weren't all true, but there had to be a kernel of truth to them, like rumors always had."Is it true what they say about him?""What do they say?""That he killed a lot of people, unprovoked and in cold blood."Apparently, she had asked the right question. He didn't seem to like answering, and she almost felt sorry for asking but in the same moment she was glad she hadn't actually asked Nikolai... to think what he would have done to her... She seemed to have hit something, she was looking at Viktor, he seemed to be in a coflict between the loaylty to his... what was he, his boss? ...and probably the sympathy for her.There's certainly a grain of truth in it. He was never squeamish, right, he killed many bandits. Yes, those are people too, but you could call it a war, he ended it then. Nobody was happy about the "how" but they all profit from the truce that's been maintained ever since."Although he defended him, Golubka clearly heard that Viktor also disliked this cruelty. But she appreciated his loyalty, so she didn't inquire."And why did he change it?""Maybe you'd like to hear that he regrets it. I don't think he ever did. He later wrote this guide to the Zone, at first simply under this pseudonym, so that this book would not be associated with him. But then he admitted to the book and discarded Ochotnik. Literally. But we don't talk about that anymore.Someone once said that there are times when you don't need heroes and you don't need leaders but you need a monster. And he playes this role whenever it is necessary. By the way, that's not his only name either, in some places he's known as Sibirjak and for a while he borrowed the nickname Prisrak...""And those names protect you?""The names have something of their own. Some people think it's superstition, but I've seen guys come into the zone, they gave themselves fancy names, called themselves 'Avengers' and 'Punishers' and so on, often some comic heroes, and they were dead very quickly in strange circumstances, an anomaly that hadn't been there before. Those who gave themselves a simple name or were given one in derision by their friends, 'Illja the Lazy' for example, lived long. I have discussed this with Nikolai many times. He will tell you, that is the state of mind, the personal attitude behind it. In a danger, the level-headed man survives longer than the hothead, but if there is something to it... It doesn't hurt to believe it. That's the way religion works, I suppose."The next morning Viktor Golubka brought to the coordinates as agreed.Nikolai and Bogdan had apparently made a discovery she needed to see... She followed Viktor with mixed feelings. From what she had seen, it could mean everything.He took her for a walk through the town. They had to stop at two places, Viktor had taught her a sign for "stop" and she followed. Later he explained that there were bloodsuckers waiting there. They could make themselves invisible, their skin broke the light around them and you could only see them when they moved them, and the landscape got a strange 'dent'.Then he led her down something like a sewer, under a hatch that looked like it had been added later, they went underground in the city. It didn't look like a regular sewer, what it was instead she didn't know. It went down a dilapidated iron ladder into the dark. It was damp and surprisingly warm, in the darkness she heard the scratching of small claws, rats... which were not so small here.In some places fluorescent tubes were still burning, some flickered, others had failed. But they couldn't light up the whole tunnel. In other places, someone had improvised to put up construction lights.Again: Where did the electricity come from? Who put them up? Nikolai's people?But much more disturbing was the light that seemed to have no source at all.Down here they wore gas masks, it was hard to breathe through the filters. More or less blindly she followed Viktor, but full of trust.After what felt like an eternity, they reached Bogdan and Nikolai. Inthe chamber where they met, they could take the masks off.The two of them held a creature at bay, she almost missed it because it had the color of the surroundings. It was kneeling on the ground and only remotely resembled a human.Nikolai and Bogdan remained silent as she approached. They only looked at her as if they expected something.The creature mumbled something to itself that she could not understand, but they were clearly words, the words of a human. But his skin was abnormally changed, dark, covered with ulcer-like spots, cracked, bloody from injuries, had Nikolai inflicted them on him? His body was thin to the bone, but he had a face, ears, hair... It was a human being, albeit horribly disfigured.Is that what they wanted to show her? Did they want to show her what the Zone could do to a human?Then the creatur looked up.Golubka was almost struck. The shock made her pale at first, then she became hot with fright. She recognized the eyes, but the rest looked so horrible..."...Oleg...?!"The creature flinched. He seemed to have recognized herr just like that. Now she was close enough to understand the murmur, his throat was hoarse and dry, but she recognized the voice, it was not only similar, it was him."Titkja... you have come. Please... help me. They don't... Please ...finish it. Tell them... I want... not... like this. Help me. Let me die..."Only now did she realize that both Bogdan and Nikolai had their weapons pointed at him, the finger on the trigger. But they hadn't pulled the trigger yet, they had heard the plea. They weren't able? Did Nikolai have a conscience after all?No, he was ready to pull the trigger, he had just been waiting for her, wanted her to say goodbye. Any moment, he'd shoot."No, please... don't kill him!""You heard him yourself.""But he is my nephew.""No, he's not anymore. He's been amended by the Zone.""He remains my nephew no matter what has happened!""Don't do this to him. You want to force him to live like this?Just for a second Golubka thought it over. Nikolai actually seemed to be waiting for her consent, otherwise he would have pulled the trigger long ago. The decision was really hers.But she could not. Not now that she had found him. Lose him again right now?"Oleg... tell me what happened."But he was silent, didn't seem to listen."Finish it... please... end it..."He looked at Nikolai, and he seemed to be fighting with himself. With himself and Golubka's stern gaze."I'll take him to a hospital, he can be helped. When he has no more pain, he will want to live again. Help me take him out!""It's not only external injuries, Golubka." Nikolai's voice had changed. He took it a bit to the side. "The Zone changes personality too. Whatever happened to him, he's not the same.""Outside he can be helped.""He won't leave the Zone. Even if you manage to get him to the border, and even if they don't shoot you there and him. Even if you manage to get him out, he won't survive. His mind is forever linked to the zone. If he's gonna have a chance, this is the only place.""Aren't there any doctors?""They are. But most of them are just field doctors, they can remove bullets, suture bullet wounds and amputate limbs. What he has... that's a neurological problem. And a psychological one. And a lot more. You won't find any psychologists here."Why Bogdan laughed for a moment was revealed to Golubka much later - because Nikolai had studied psychology at university. But Nikolai's glance immediately silenced him."I let him live, but don't blame me. I can save him anytime, but it will be harder and harder the longer you fight. And you're slowly destroying the image you had of him and you're in danger of getting caught yourself. Let it behind you and leave the Zone. This is my serious recommendation. You have found what you were looking for. Now leave."And for a moment it was as if she saw before her the two paths, two doors that Nikolai kept open, like a film that was going on before her...One led her out of the Zone, into a new life. She would stay in Kiev, because what she had seen already made it impossible for her to return to life in the village.Her husband was missing and she would never know what had happened to him. But he had been declared dead according to Wolodya's statement.And she had actually seen her nephew die.She had held him in her arms. She did not want him to be shot, even though Nikolai had assured her that it would be quick. But she couldn't bear to see his blood trickle down the dirty tunnel.So Nikolai had broken his neck. One jerk and Oleg's body slackened in her arms. He had even looked relieved. How easy it had been for Nikolai, she never would forget.But they all helped to carry him to the surface and there they dug a grave for him. Nikolai named the spot. Maybe he knew where it was possible to dig safely. He was given a cross made of wooden slats, and they carved his name and a short prayer and even took a picture that they sent her by e-mail later.After all, that was all she had left. And the emptiness inside her.But she did not choose this door."Let him live," she decided. And she believed that Nikolai also knew what she had seen, the door she closed.He just nodded and lowered his gun. Bogdan did the same."Bring him up". Nikolai ordered and it was Bogdan above all who led the severely weakened Oleg through the passage, upstairs. He did not resist. Viktor helped Golubka. Nobody said a word.Until they reachead daylight again."Viktor, you stay with her. Take care of her. If she changes her mind, let me know. Take her to my old bunker. It's not far from here. There she can take care of him and won't run into too many people. We will send you whatever you need. Bogdan, you go with them. Then return to me."That said everything was said for the moment, but so much more remained unsaid.Bogdan was on the way back from the bunker, where he had brought Viktor and Golubka.The night was already dawning when he had to make a break. He would not reach Pripyat in time. It was already dark, walking on was not without danger.Too late, you could tell the difference between friend and foe. You overlook the subtle signs of dangerous anomalies and most animals were more active in the evening and morning hours.So the best thing to do was to stop somewhere.It was certainly advisable to provide a chain of shelters, all less than half a day's walk apart, but it wasn't that easy, not for small groups.But Sleeping outside, especially alone, was risky, too.A fire was necessary to deter a large number of mutants, but it attracted others in turn. And if you stared into the fire yourself, you were blind if something came from behind.Even if you turned your back to the fire, your silhouette still remained a good target, and not only for mutants. There were enough people in the Zone who were not afraid to kill people, even if it was only because of the boots.So Bogdan was more than careful. His fire burns brightly, but he himself lay down behind a tree trunk for cover, the rifleready to hand.So he saw the silhouette approaching in time to target it. He was prepared to shoot... only a few steps...Extremely scarce but early enough, however, he pulled back the gun. He almost shot him, but it was Yurij."Yura! Have you lost your mind? I almost shot you. Why are you sneaking up on me like that?""You saw me right in time, didn't you?""You could've written a note.""I did. That Kolya sent me to meet you. He knew you wouldn't make it in time.""Damn it.""Yes, damn it. Turn on your PDA! You're almost as bad as Kolya!""Don't let him hear that, he'll kill you just for that.""All the Nikolajs in my class were Kolyas. They're only called Nikolaj if they're in trouble.""It's fitting. But sit down. Are there still many on the road?""You would know that if you had activated the PDA.""But then they would know about me.""They know because of the fire. Get off my balls with your Paranoia.""If you only had some.""Ach...!""Here, have a drink." Bogdan gave him a bottle. In that case, the label said it was birch sap, but the contents were home distilled."At least they found him.""Yes, in the Agroprom Underground. No idea what got the poor guy, there was hardly anything left of him.""A zombie?""Not quite, his mind was still there, and he was alive...""How did she take it that you guys finished him?""We didn't. He's still alive. I just took him to the bunker with her. She wants to try to help him.""Seriously? How?""I don't know... Maybe she thinks a little food and caring will fix it...""There's nothing vodka won't cure... And who's going to look after her?""Viktor's with her.""Though... I don't understand why Kolya's letting this happen.""I don't understand either. But I couldn't have shot him either. You didn't see the look in her eyes.""You're still human. But I really expected Kolya to finish him off."Bogdan didn't answer and just shrugged."Probably getting soft in his old age," Yuri added."I think he's younger than you.""...but not here." Yuri tapped himself on the head. "He looks okay on the outside, but inside he is more burnt than all the Zombies and Controllers combined.""You could be right. He sometimes sees things... Do you think he's becoming insane?""Some time inevitably."
DWOAH: X6-88 vs The Terminator
Deadliest warriors of all historyX6-88 vs The TerminatorMachines under the guise of manX6-88 info:Height: 6 foot 1Weight: 196lbsWeapons: Bare Hands, Institute Laser RifleStrengths: Is arguably the best Courser the Institute has ever created, Above peak human strength (As a Synth Courser X6-88 was made to be stronger than what should be possible for a human, Coursers can greatly damage the Soul Survivor with melee hits, Can damages creatures such as Deathclaws and Super Mutants with melee hits), Above peak human durability (As a Synth Courser X6-88 was made to be far more durable than a normal human, Can tank dozens of bullets, Lasers and explosions before going down, Can withstand blows from the likes of Deathclaws), Peak human speed, High intelligence, As a Synth Courser X6-88 is highly resistant to radiation, In unyielding and completely loyal to the Institute and its goals and will not stop on a mission for anything short of his own demise.Weaknesses: Despite being stronger and more durable than the average human X6-88 can still be killed via mortal means.T-800 aka The Terminator info: Height: 6 foot 2Weight: 380lbsWeapons: Bare Hands, AMT Hardballer .45 Pistol, Remington 870P Shotgun, M79 Grenade LauncherStrengths: Reprogrammed by John Conner in the apocalyptic future and sent back to protect his younger self the T-800 Cyberdyne Systems 101 model Terminator is one of the most dangerous and famous characters in the entire Terminator franchise, Superhuman strength (Can lift several hundred pounds with ease, Can bend metal with ease, Easily overpowers and lifts full grown humans, Physically overpowered the T-X Terminator model), Superhuman durability (Thanks to its titanium Endoskeleton and Coltan core the Terminator is borderline indestructible on a skeletal level requiring a hydraulic press to destroy the original T-00 model, As it’s pseudo organs are bunched up under its heavily protected ‘rib cage’ attacks to its lower body are borderline useless), Is a learning computer and once the inhibitor installed by Skynet is deactivated it can learn at the same rate as the average human, Is capable of using any firearm it gets its hands on.Weaknesses: Because of its heavy build and Endoskeleton the T-800 is fairly slow on foot and barely moves faster than a power walk, Extreme temperatures can damage its internal processor (As shown when the Terminator sacrificed itself via submersion in molten metal at the end of Terminator 2).Battle begin!“Look, just go in, get me a soda and a couple butterfingers and give the money to the guy behind the counter, understand?” a young John Connor explained as he and the reprogrammed T-800 stood in front of a gas station “just don’t tell him that I’m out here though, I kinda stole from here a few times and he threatened to call the cops the next time he saw me near here”.Nodding the Terminator took the money that John put in his hand before turning to march into the gas station, promptly slamming it down on the counter making the clerk jump near out of his skin before the Machine then marched towards the beverages to get what John had requested of him.“Hey back off asshole!”.The Terminator spun around at the sound of John’s voice to see him outside of the gas station backing away from a tall trench coated man to which he promptly marched towards them, borderline smashing through the gas station door not bothering to open it by hand.“For the good of mankind and the Institute you will accompany quietly” X6-88 stated reaching forward to grab John’s shoulder “your DNA template has been chosen to be the basis of all future Synths”.Before his hand could reach him however his wrist was roughly grabbed by the Terminator as it promptly forced his arm up and away “back off asshole” the T-800 stated coldly and plainly before punching the Synth solidly in the chest, the blow hard enough to knock X6 off of his feet and send him flying back into the windscreen of a nearby parked car shattering it on impact.Turning to John the Terminator then placed itself between him and the Synth “you are unharmed, correct?” it inquired before the sound of a Laser shot rang out and it flinched slightly before slowly turning around to face X6-88 making John gasp at the now burning hole in the back of its leather jacket and skin revealing the machinery underneath “John, get inside” the T-800 then instructed starting to calmly walk backwards to guide John to the gas station keeping itself between him and X6-88 who fired his Laser Rifle again scoring the Terminator in the shoulder, making it flinch again as John entered the gas station.Once John was inside the T-800 reached up to grab the metal shutter “I’ll be back” it told John before turning its attention to the clerk “do not call the police” it instructed him coldly before slamming the shutter down in one smooth motion.“For the good of the Institute and the future of humanity you will relinquish the boy” X6 stated as he rose up from the bonnet of the car whilst the Terminator turned to face him.“Negative” the T-800 returned as it drew its Hardballer Pistol and took aim firing several shots into the Synth’s chest to seemingly no effect as X6-88 ran towards it at full sprint firing his Rifle from the hip as he did so, the blasts hitting the Terminator in the stomach blasting a hole straight through its midsection and out of its back before burning a hole through the metal shutter and glass of the front of the gas station narrowly missing John and the clerk inside.Despite what should have been mortal damage however barely phased the T-800 was the Laser blast just passed harmlessly through the empty space in its abdomen, allowing the Terminator to continue standing as it grabbed the Rifle with its left hand whilst firing the rest of its Pistol clip into the Synth until the Gun ran dry.As its Pistol ran out of bullets the Terminator flipped it in its grasp to grab the red hot barrel of it and start harshly Pistol whipping the Synth about the head, striking the Synth so hard that it actually cracked the Pistol grip.Stopping to inspect the now broken hand of its Weapon the Terminator then used its bioscanners to inspect the Synth, finding near everything about him to be perfectly human save for the bone and muscle structure, the muscles much denser and the bones having metallic components to them but other than that X6 was biologically human which meant he could be broken like one.Gripping the Synth’s arm tighter the Terminator tossed his Pistol aside to use its now free hand to grab X6’s shoulder before hauling him high in the air and throwing him away towards the gasoline pumps.Reaching back the T-800 drew its Remington Shotgun from its holster on its back and cranked it before firing a shot at X6-88 who was quickly gotten back onto his feet, the shot making him recoil hard as it struck his shoulder before twisting violently the other way as another shot hit his other side.Slowly advancing on the Synth with every shot the T-800 plugged three more shots into him to which X6 was still standing despite what should have been lethal damage to his body, the Terminator then spying the gas pumps that stood at either side of the Synth to which it cranked one of slug into the chamber and altered its aim before firing.The explosion of the detonating gas pumps shook the ground beneath them as X6 was engulfed in the flames, the blast front making the T-800 stagger back and slam against the metal shutter making it shake and bend under its weight before it righted itself.Reloading the Shotgun the Terminator then used its bioscanners again to search the flames for any life signs only for X6 to come barrelling out of the fire still engulfed in the flames, the Synth then violently tackling the Terminator with enough force to send it back into the shutters hard enough to break through them and smash through the glass window of the gas station sending John and the clerk scrambling back.As the Terminator landed hard on its back X6 set his sights on John again, the still burning Synth rising from on top of the T-800 and advancing on the teen with his hand outstretched “you will accompany me to the Institute quietly” he stated still eerily calm despite his smouldering clothes and skin, the Courser starting to activate the time displacement teleporter that had brought him to the past as he reached for John so that he could drag him to the future upon contact.Just as his hand was about to grab John however X6 felt the strong arms of the Terminator wrap around his neck from behind harshly pulling him back prompting the Synth to start punching and clawing at the Terminator’s face to try to make him let go as the teleporter activated, the T-800 giving John one last glance before both it and X6-88 disappeared a flash.(Year 2287 Boston Commonwealth)With a bright flash the Terminator and X6 reappeared at University Point, the Synth finally prising the T-800 free allowing him to redrew his Laser Rifle and turn around to fire a shot from the hip straight into the T-800’s chest, burning through its jacket, shirt and skin but thankfully the thick metal of its ‘ribcage’ blocked the shot.Barely recoiling from the shot to the chest the Terminator readied his Shotgun again and marched towards the Courser cranking shot after shot into him making the Synth recoil with every hit again, the slugs tearing into his skin revealing the artificial muscle underneath as X6 still seemingly refused to go down even after taking a Shotgun blast to the face which destroyed his glasses and tore a good chunk of his skin away revealing the metal infused bone underneath.As the T-800 started to reload again X6-88 took the chance to grab hold of the barrel of his Shotgun with his left hand whilst single hand firing his Laser Rifle straight into the Terminator’s face, burning away half of its face to reveal the Endoskeleton skull underneath, its glowing red eye now showing without the faux human eye covering it.Grabbing the Laser Rifle with his left hand the Terminator tore it from X6’s hands and tossed it aside before slamming its left Fist into the Synth’s sternum, the blow severely winding the Courser as the sound of the bone cracking was satisfying to the Terminator’s ears.Releasing the Shotgun to free its right hand allowing it to start a brutal beat down on the Synth, ruthlessly punching him about the head and chest making him reel back and drop the Shotgun he had been ‘given’.As the Synth staggered from the blows to the head the T-800 then grabbed him by the throat and heaved up up off of the ground before power walking him backwards to slam him straight through the ruined brick wall that was behind him, winding him further and further damaging his back before slamming the Courser to the ground and raising his boot up aiming to curbstomp his skull in.Just as the heel of its boot met X6’s face the Synth activated its time displacement tool again having aimed to leave the Terminator stranded in the future only for the Machine to make contact with him just as the device went off sending them both straight back in time to where they had just been.(Year 1995 Los Angeles)As John and the clerk stood outside of the gas station with John panicking as to what he was going to do now with the T-800 gone they both recoiled as the same flash of light that took the Machine and Synth reappeared along with them, the T-800 violently stomping on the Synth’s skull repeatedly trying to cave it in before X6 finally rolled out of the way to avoid the last curb stomp.Scrambling to his feet X6-88 then punched the T-800 as hard as he could across the face making its head snap to the side as the sound of resonating metal rang out from the punch.Easily shrugging off the punch the T-800 turned to catch another punch from the Courser, slowing twisting X6’s wrist before kicking him in the knee hard enough to snap it backwards making the Synth let out the first noise of pain and discomfort for the entire fight.With the Synth’s leg broken the Terminator then shoved him back causing him to fall hard on his back to which the T-800 shrugged off the remains of its leather jacket revealing the M79 Grenade Launcher it had strapped to its body underneath, the Machine drawing it and loading a single Grenade into its barrel before stepping forward crushing X6’s other knee under the weight of its boot.Taking another step forward to slam its foot down on X6’s chest the Terminator snapped the Grenade Launcher shut and aimed it at the Synth’s face “you are terminated” the Machine then stated firing the Grenade Launcher point blank in X6’s face, the Grenade shooting into his mouth to which the T-800 slammed its foot down on the Synth’s throat as the Grenade went off, the blast tearing off all of the human components of the Terminator’s leg as well as a good chunk along his side and arm leaving only the Endoskeleton underneath whilst outright blasting the Synth’s head off.“Hasta la vista, dickwad”.Winner: the TerminatorGod damn did it feel good to write a battle for one of the best action movie characters of all time!So why does the T-800 defeat X6-88?Well it’s simply because the only think that X6 has over the Terminator is arguably Weaponry with his Institute Laser Rifle but since the Terminator uses a wider variety of Weapons that advantage is fairly slim.Despite being a much ‘newer model’ than the T-800 being much faster and more mobile and can infiltrate human society far more easily the T-800 had strength and sheer durability over the Synth Courser as even if X6 managed to get through its skin its near unbreakable Endoskeleton protecting its vitals and processor would be nearly impossible for X6-88 to break through with his Weapon alone meaning that it was only a matter of time until the Terminator broke through the Synths tougher than human body and terminated him for good.
Return to the Zone - the Dove and the Serpent. #2And Volodya narrated:
"I actually have a child, an almost grown-up daughter, she lives with her mother near Sevastopol."
"Yes, does that surprise you that much?"
"A little bit..."
"But in fact I hardly see them at all. My daughter has just turned 16 and is terribly rebellious. Somehow, she takes after me too much."
"16? That's young. My youngest niece is over 20. You must have married late."
"Yes, not until I was 32. Training in the army took up a lot of my time."
"And what does your daughter do?"
"She's still in school, but after graduation she wants to go to university. At last it was architecture that interested her, but that changes constantly at that age."
"And your wife?" She was suddenly very interested.
"She's a dispatcher in a construction company."
"How did you meet?"
"Over the Internet, actually. I was still in the Navy when I came here. But that hasn't stopped her yet. Unfortunately, I rarely see either of them. It's
Return to the Zone - the Dove and the Serpent. #1She had grown up in a small village near Bobrytsja close to the Dnepr and lived her whole live in a little wooden hut with blue and yellow shutters. She was happily married to her husband for many decades - she had known him since their common school time.
Around their house was a small yard where they grew tomatoes and potatoes, kept chickens and a few ducks - what they didn't need they sold at the near market or swaped for things they needed. They never had been rich, but they had their live. The only thing she ever lacked were children.
She wasn't able to get any after... well, they didn't talk about that.
But she had three nieces and two nephews who were frequent visitors. And even more often when her sister became seriously ill and finally died. But the children grew up, moved to own huts and had their own children - they lived their own lives. And she did as well, with cats and dogs on the small farm.
So the years went by, the cold war passed, communism collapsed, the Soviet Unio
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