We Are All Volunteers: A Military-Themed Multi-Fandom Crossover RP

[samdamandias]

He appeared right in the middle of the Base Clinic's waiting room, causing plastic chairs to fly this way and that from his sudden entrance from the Hedge. Security personnel and patients alike popped out from barricaded rooms or from under counters, pointing guns at him the moment he appeared, only lowering them once they recognized his white dress uniform.

After a few moments' silence, one of the servicemen spoke up.

"H-Hey, you know what's goin' on out there? We heard gunfire and got garbled accounts of some civvies tryin' to assasinate the Marshall and shooting up our guys left-and-right, but that's all we got!"

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Ralph speaks in the practiced, calm tones of someone used to dealing with crises. "Don't have a good idea of what's going on, Flight Lieutenant Barkhorn had me on medivac as soon as I told her I could. Don't know how many enemies, but they had plenty of guns and were breaking out anti-armor stuff when I left. There's maybe thirty legionaries in fighting shape, and fewer still with weapons. There are a great many injured, but as far as I am aware the Marshall made it out. "

Down one of the hallways, a door opened, and out came a young girl accompanied by a nurse. The girl had the ears and tail of a dog, and (for those with the sense for it) emanated Magic with a far greater intensity than her small size would assume.

"E-Excuse me, did someone call for a medic out here?"

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Ralph closes his eyes and sighs.

"Yes. I did. I just took three people suffering from bullet wounds, shrapnel, and blood loss on a brief jaunt through a place where physics and logic are mild suggestions on a good day because that was the only way I had to get them to safety. And I'm going to do it again, as soon we get these people off my ride and up to three people willing to be shot at while they do their job on it. Don't everybody volunteer at once, now."

 

[EternalStruggle]

The Sheriff, having just righteously fled the scene of the battle, took a moment to calm down after his previous run. Fortunately he hadn't been shot at, as hoped, or if he had no bullets had connected. A relief to be sure, and now he could look around his new surroundings.

It was just a dark corridor going further back, presumably the path the Field Marshall had left down himself. For now, he would just stay put. It seemed like here might be the safest place to be in the present circumstances, at least behind the actual wall. Bulletproof. Running down the corridor would probably also be safe enough, but he felt no need to do that just yet. If the tides turned, but from what little he could see that looked unlikely at this point.

So, just sit out the rest of the fight, and then saunter back in once it was all over and done with. Simple enough plan, and this one actually looked likely to work.

Ah, he missed having other people between him and those who wanted to kill him. It didn't work before, but this time the competency was in the favor of those who happened to be acting as his guards, as opposed to the other way around. Sadly, he doubted he could pull this stunt reliably in more expected combat situations, but letting the others do this kind of work while he was safely away in another room would be good while it lasted.

 

[Dust and echoes]

Before he could climb onboard the Titan, an arm grabbed Tukson from behind, with another arm holding up a knife to his throat. It was another gunmen, who had presumably lost his rifle sometime into the fight. He dragged the former shopkeep until they had their backs to a side door of the Gymnasium, with the gunmen slowly inching the both of them towards the door. The gunmen had his eye out for the movements of the PCs.

As Bahzell looked around, he spotted Tukson's predicament. And perhaps other PCs as well.

Click to shrink...

Still cloaked, Zer0 dashed straight for the man with the knife, blade aimed squarely at his face.

Click to shrink...

Well, it did indeed suck, just not the way he had expected it. This waste of humanity had grabbed him, and was currently dragging him away from those whom he had been working with. He uselessly flailed at the arms around him, trying to free himself without getting his throat slit like a Hunter through a Beowolf. At this point, he just hoped someone popped a bullet into this guy's head, and did... Things... to the hole.

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Bahzell grumbled irritably. The short man was by his admission no warrior, and less of a soldier, yet he's fought as well as anyone so green could be expected to. If he'd had his arbalest, he would have been confident in his ability to shoot past Tukson and solve the problem that way. As it stood, his best bet was to distract the man holding Tukson hostage until one of their allies solved the problem another way.

Well. Brandark would have found the show he was about to put on amusing, were he here.

Bahzell stood up, allowing the blue glow of Tomanak's power to surround him, then, leveling the point of his sword towards the ass, rumbled in the carrying voice of a war captain, "If I were you, little man, I'd be considering the virtues of surrender right now. Because I'm after promising that's the only way you're living out the week."

As he spoke, the icy blue of the Rage suddenly flickered to life in his eyes, for the first time visibly indicating its presence.

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Northstar saw, more than felt, Tukson being forcibly removed from her back. Her proximity sensors cut out with such suddenness that it could be the result of any action of Tuksons.

The Titan dragged herself around to face the opposite direction, her hull pitted and breached in several places, and her left leg just on the wrong side of not functioning. What her malfunctioning optics observed, however, made all of that pale in comparison.

Tukson was in danger. And not just in danger, he was being held hostage.

And Northstar could do nothing.

Her railgun, had she been able to fire it, would have killed Tukson just as fast, if not faster than his captor. Her missiles required a pilot, and would have murdered Tukson along with the hostile as well.

Northstar was a 20 foot tall war robot, and she could do nothing to kill one man. So instead she screamed.

She screamed in anguish, in hate, in sorrow, in loss and in pain. She had no idea why in particular she did it, or that she even could do it, but scream she did. Her external comms stretched their capacity to ear-bleeding volumes, bellowing wordlessly at the sheer injustice of it all, for comrades lost. Systems within her frame snapped and sparked as the strain triggered surge protectors or bypassed them entirely, her back-mounted thrusters belched flame from ruptured fuel lines, giving the massive titan the appearance of a raging demon.

And rage she did, for she could do nothing else.

 

[Dalek Ix]

She took down many, most of them from behind. There was one RPG wielder though, who retreated through a backdoor before she could reach him. They were falling back, and if 362 wanted to let none escape, she'd have to go backstage. Maybe even chase them outdoors.

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362 looked in satisfaction at the retreating enemies. Taking an earpiece from her P.I.P.E.R., she stopped it from recording and spoke into the radio.

@Sir_Braazmiir @Theravis @Inter-VersaLoli

//"All legion units in the gymnasium, this is Private Numbuh 362. Enemies are attempting to retreat. Will pursue and destroy under stealth, please watch your fire."

362 knelt down and patted down the man she had been using as cover, taking any unused magazines or weapons he might happen to have.

//"Requesting that heavy weapons teams watch the entrances. Hostiles are using civillian clothing. Repeat, hostiles are using civillian clothing."

//"Also, someone tell me who is in charge of security, so I can stab them in the head, over."

@Blackout

362 waved at Chara, and signed some more at them.

'Get out and watch the entrances! Don't let them get away.'

She paused.

'Oh, and try and leave a few alive for interrogation. Spooks love prisione-'

With that done, she got up and pocketed whatever she had found on the downed enemy. She was about to turn on her stealth field and run into the behind-the scenes area when something happened.

Northstar saw, more than felt, Tukson being forcibly removed from her back. Her proximity sensors cut out with such suddenness that it could be the result of any action of Tuksons.

The Titan dragged herself around to face the opposite direction, her hull pitted and breached in several places, and her left leg just on the wrong side of not functioning. What her malfunctioning optics observed, however, made all of that pale in comparison.

Tukson was in danger. And not just in danger, he was being held hostage.

And Northstar could do nothing.

Her railgun, had she been able to fire it, would have killed Tukson just as fast, if not faster than his captor. Her missiles required a pilot, and would have murdered Tukson along with the hostile as well.

Northstar was a 20 foot tall war robot, and she could do nothing to kill one man. So instead she screamed.

She screamed in anguish, in hate, in sorrow, in loss and in pain. She had no idea why in particular she did it, or that she even could do it, but scream she did. Her external comms stretched their capacity to ear-bleeding volumes, bellowing wordlessly at the sheer injustice of it all, for comrades lost. Systems within her frame snapped and sparked as the strain triggered surge protectors or bypassed them entirely, her back-mounted thrusters belched flame from ruptured fuel lines, giving the massive titan the appearance of a raging demon.

And rage she did, for she could do nothing else.

Click to shrink...

362 took a few second to take in the raging robot, before her eyes were drawn towards what it was raging at.

"Oh."

Then she looked at everyone else going for the poor bastard with a knife, and she felt remarkably better about that situation.

She scoffed.

"I don't know what's worse," she muttered, stealthing up and following the retreating enemy into the service areas, "That some guys snuck freakin' rocket launchers in here, or that those guys were complete amateurs."

 

[Sir_Braazmiir]

362 looked in satisfaction at the retreating enemies. Taking an earpiece from her P.I.P.E.R., she stopped it from recording and spoke into the radio.

@Sir_Braazmiir @Theravis @Inter-VersaLoli

//"All legion units in the gymnasium, this is Private Numbuh 362. Enemies are attempting to retreat. Will pursue and destroy under stealth, please watch your fire."

362 knelt down and patted down the man she had been using as cover, taking any unused magazines or weapons he might happen to have.

//"Requesting that heavy weapons teams watch the entrances. Hostiles are using civillian clothing. Repeat, hostiles are using civillian clothing."

//"Also, someone tell me who is in charge of security, so I can stab them in the head, over."

@Blackout

362 waved at Chara, and signed some more at them.

'Get out and watch the entrances! Don't let them get away.'

She paused.

'Oh, and try and leave a few alive for interrogation. Spooks love prisione-'

With that done, she got up and pocketed whatever she had found on the downed enemy. She was about to turn on her stealth field and run into the behind-the scenes area when something happened.



362 took a few second to take in the raging robot, before her eyes were drawn towards what it was raging at.

"Oh."

Then she looked at everyone else going for the poor bastard with a knife, and she felt remarkably better about that situation.

She scoffed.

"I don't know what's worse," she muttered, stealthing up and following the retreating enemy into the service areas, "That some guys snuck freakin' rocket launchers in here, or that those guys were complete amateurs."

Click to shrink...

-<Wilco, 362.>- Iowa started slowing down her firing rate.

 

[Dr. Omniety]

Igor Sokolnikoff
~~~~~~
Giggling hysterically, Igor folded the advert and quickly braced, as the Bloodsuckers started clawing through the rusted doors. They were dangerously close to actually getting him.
Suddenly, a giant explosion shook the tunnel, eliciting agonized screams from the monsters and the doors buckling even further.

'The C4 must've collapsed the tunnel'- Thought Igor, as he got up and tried to pry the doors open to no success.
Looking around, he scooped his weapons and after checking if they were damaged he picked his backpack putting it on his back.
Wondering if the tunnel he entered had a way out, he took out his flashlight, but it turned out that it broke during the fall, and in a fit of annoyance Igor threw it forward.

It clanked on something metal, and Igor immediately raised his weapon in that direction. Without the flashlight he couldn't see much, but he saw an outline of a metal door behind some half-rotten barrels.
Curiously, the doors let through some light from the underside, which meant there was either a way out there, or some weird light-based anomaly sat there.
Either way, it was better than dying in this forsaken tunnel, and Igor quickly approached the doors.
Holding his AKM in one hand, he grabbed the handle and quickly opened the doors while pointng the gun inside.

To his astonishment, a working lightbulb was hanging off the ceiling letting light fall on a pristine metal table, with a honest-to-Zone plush chair next to it.
Fearing that it was some sort of temporal anomaly, instead of a light one, he threw a screw at it. Thanfully othing happene to it, and the screw rolled on the table before falling to the ground, safe from any damage.

Still wary of the weird phenomenon, Igor walked slowly towards the table all the while observing everything for any hint of movement.
It wouldn't be the first time an ambitious Controller made a trap for a stalker after all. Walking even closer to the chair, he kicked it and jumped away wary of any creature nesting in the fancy furniture, but nothing jumped at him.
Only then, after juming away, he noticed a bundle of papers on the table. A colorful logo sat on the first page, and Igor pulled out the advert to compare the two.

It turned out to be the very same logo, and Igor stared at the papers in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds.
After shaking himself, he approached the table and its contents again. He felt an alien thought enter his mind, one telling him to sign the paper.
He almost jumped back up, fearing it was an old, more cunning Controller messing with his thoughts, before remembering that
the Controllers slashed and teared at your thoughts, and such a light touch was beyond the crude creatures.

It made Igor remember the touch of the Zone, similiar to what he experienced in the Oasis, when it was telling him to grab the artifact.
Before that, it also saved his life in the CNPP where it warned him of a crazed Monolith tropper that wanted to blow himself up with the stalker team.
'The Zone cares. The Zone nourishes. The Zone protects.'- Muttered Igor, as he sat in the plush chair and picked the pen next to the papers- no, contract.
He barely understood all the jargon used, but the general gist was that he would fight. Fight many enemies across many battlefields, and that thought made him happy.

Thinking back to the times before his entrance to the Zone, he felt only sadness. The outside world was bleak, and the life he lead with his family was full with pain ans suffering.
The Zone led to suffering and pain as well, but it responded to those that were intelligent enough to use its gifts wisely.
It took his brother away from his mere months after their arrival, but it also gave him a purpose and made him into who he now was.
A Stalker.

Resoulte now, he signed the paper and stood up. Suddenly, a large crack originated from the ceiling.
A large latch suddenly cracked, and a sturdy, metal ladder fell to the floor leaving a clear way out of the room he was in.
Climbing upwards, the lenses of his mask deflected the light of the rising sun, and he looked around.
Right next to him was an old, rusting bus stop and, weirdly enough, inside was a military ration crate.
Thanking the Zone for the fortunate gift, he climbed outside fully, and walked towards the bus stop.

After checking the anomaly detector and looking around more carefully, he sat next to the crate, and opened it with his knife.
Inside, there was a multitude of cans all of them looking new. He ruffled through them, before letting a huff of happiness and raising a can of peaches to the air, as if thanking the Zone for the kingly gift.
In his mind the want to eat the treat immediately warred with his common sense, and in the end the common sense won.
He was too seasoned to commit such a grave mistake. He simply sat on the half-rotten bench and waited for the 'pickup' that the contract mentioned would arrive 'shortly'.
He was sceptical towards the time of the pickup, but he would trust the Zone as he always did.
After about 30 minutes of tensely watching the surroundings, he heard an engine from the opposite side.

Looking at the road through his binoculars, he saw a military truck and tensed even further at the sight of an obviousy military driver.
When the truck rolled next to the bus stop, the gruff-looking, young driver looked at Igor and beckoned at him to enter the vehicle from the rear.
Wary of any trap, Igor circled the truck and looked at the rear, but when no armored troops jumped at him he stepped onto the vehicle, and had to brace himself as the vehicle lurched forward.

 

[Romans]

Silence finally, the people in this part of Yharnam screamed and screamed and never stopped. So Eileen did the only the thing she could for them and ended them.

She was close to this so called "recruiting station", and while it could be a trap Eileen had to see through it was the only thing keeping her going. This was a rarely used part of the city so she moved quickly, the thing that made people scream endlessly could still be here *CRACK SMASH* the ground shook for a second as something popped out of the ground in front of Eileen.

Spoiler: The Thing

Sighing Eileen turned to it, "you're lucky I owe that hunter a favor, otherwise you wouldn't be worth my time otherwise, I'll make this quick."

*A few minutes later*

Eileen puts the Blades of Mercy back together some Ichor covering them, breathing heavily as she does the wound aching a bit. She side steps whats left of the corpse the last eye looking blankly into the sky as she walks into the recruiting station.

The room is entirely different then well anything in Yharnam, clean white walls, one other door locked, a metal table with paperwork on it, and a light that runs without flame somehow. Walking in Eileen scanned the room, she had been to many places and other dreams so she knew looks could be deceiving. But everything seemed ok, and so looking over the papers she was surprised to find it a contract of sorts.

In this city a lot of times one does not not even know one is agreeing to a deal, this is straight forward and refreshing for a change. Looking it over she finds it agreeable and signs, unsurprised when the other door opens.

She is surprised to find that the door leads to wide open skies like her homeland which she left from so long ago. She finds a rest stop with some boxes and other trash. Sitting down she waits for what she assumes is a carriage,although the sign names it a "Bus". Maybe it is named different here?

She does not have to wait long, she hears it a mile away it is loud and sounds unfamiliar, and the smell is like oil but much worse. Seeing it finally, it looks like a metal carriage without horses but it moves very fast like Cainhurst horses. Eileen brings out her blades unsure of thing, until she see's the driver a woman with a hat similar to some hunters she's seen and the legions symbol on the side. Smiling the woman beckons her to the back.

'Curious she can smile so widely without being enveloped in madness, her world must be vastly different then mine.'

Stepping around to the back she see's several other back there, and they all make her nose itch. Powerful all in different ways, she smiles despite herself old habits die hard after-all.

She climbs inside and sits down next to girl who has some sort of unfamiliar power about her. And across from the two men one covered in metal, the other wearing a mask like her and carrying a strange gun. She nods to them and leans back closing her eyes trying to ignore her aching wounds, as the strange carriage takes off.

An old crow takes flight once more.

 

[Dr. Omniety]

The ride was initially tense, at least for Igor. He knew nothing about those people, other than they all accepted the contract, just like him. He shifts in the seat he took, and observes the three other occupants of the truck.
One looked like a metal man, though that coud've been an elaborate mask, and one of the women was a normal-looking one, albeit extremely happy-looking. The last occupant perplexed Igor a bit as she was wearing a crow-themed suit. He couldn't think of a single practical usage of such a suit, but he didn't comment on it.

'Hmmm... I may have been a Loner but now we're all brothers ' - He looked at the women - 'and sisters pursuing a common goal. Damn... Shold've spent less time with Chekhov, the little bastard infected me with his 'camaraderie'' - Igor thought as he suddenly started patting his pockets.

"Now where in the hell did I put the cigs ?" -He muttered almost inaudibly. After a moment of stillness, he made a satisfied noise, and fished out a tightly-locked lead container. His Geiger counter suddenly started making a very shrill noise, but a whack from Igor shut it down instantly.
After opening the container, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from beneath a crystallized, deformed-looking plant, and quickly shut down the container.

Positioning the container back into his brest pocket, Igor looked the other occupant's in the eyes, before swiftly taking the gas mask off ,leaving his face only covered by a black balaclava, and putting a cigarette in his mouth. Lighting it with a thankfully-dry match, he takes a drag.
"Name's Scarface, a Stalker. What's your names?" - Said Igor after letting the smoke out.

 

[Shadows]

"My name's Chloe. Chloe Mackenzie." Chloe stated, gloves off, running a bore brush through the barrel of her chemrail, hands dirtied with gun oil. She sat back from her cleaning, and idly tapped her helmet, sitting next to her, cycling the four blast shields open and shut, open and shut, revealing the transparent faceplate beneath. "Vigilante. Mercenary. My shrink would be addin' psychopath to that list but by definition she wouldn't be bein' correct on that count, so."

"And you?

 

[Genon]

The ride was initially tense, at least for Igor. He knew nothing about those people, other than they all accepted the contract, just like him. He shifts in the seat he took, and observes the three other occupants of the truck.
One looked like a metal man, though that coud've been an elaborate mask, and one of the women was a normal-looking one, albeit extremely happy-looking. The last occupant perplexed Igor a bit as she was wearing a crow-themed suit. He couldn't think of a single practical usage of such a suit, but he didn't comment on it.

'Hmmm... I may have been a Loner but now we're all brothers ' - He looked at the women - 'and sisters pursuing a common goal. Damn... Shold've spent less time with Chekhov, the little bastard infected me with his 'camaraderie'' - Igor thought as he suddenly started patting his pockets.

"Now where in the hell did I put the cigs ?" -He muttered almost inaudibly. After a moment of stillness, he made a satisfied noise, and fished out a tightly-locked lead container. His Geiger counter suddenly started making a very shrill noise, but a whack from Igor shut it down instantly.
After opening the container, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from beneath a crystallized, deformed-looking plant, and quickly shut down the container.

Positioning the container back into his brest pocket, Igor looked the other occupant's in the eyes, before swiftly taking the gas mask off ,leaving his face only covered by a black balaclava, and putting a cigarette in his mouth. Lighting it with a thankfully-dry match, he takes a drag.
"Name's Scarface, a Stalker. What's your names?" - Said Igor after letting the smoke out.

Click to shrink...

"The name's Phonos. Purpose-built robot death machine, former assassin for a major megacorp, fitted with a morality chip and made to fight aliens for an international paramilitary organization. Yeah, my universe is basically what happens when Neuromancer and X-COM have a baby. Judging by that Geiger counter, I'm assuming the Cold War got hot for you?"

Silence finally, the people in this part of Yharnam screamed and screamed and never stopped. So Eileen did the only the thing she could for them and ended them.

She was close to this so called "recruiting station", and while it could be a trap Eileen had to see through it was the only thing keeping her going. This was a rarely used part of the city so she moved quickly, the thing that made people scream endlessly could still be here *CRACK SMASH* the ground shook for a second as something popped out of the ground in front of Eileen.

Spoiler: The Thing

Sighing Eileen turned to it, "you're lucky I owe that hunter a favor, otherwise you wouldn't be worth my time otherwise, I'll make this quick."

*A few minutes later*

Eileen puts the Blades of Mercy back together some Ichor covering them, breathing heavily as she does the wound aching a bit. She side steps whats left of the corpse the last eye looking blankly into the sky as she walks into the recruiting station.

The room is entirely different then well anything in Yharnam, clean white walls, one other door locked, a metal table with paperwork on it, and a light that runs without flame somehow. Walking in Eileen scanned the room, she had been to many places and other dreams so she knew looks could be deceiving. But everything seemed ok, and so looking over the papers she was surprised to find it a contract of sorts.

In this city a lot of times one does not not even know one is agreeing to a deal, this is straight forward and refreshing for a change. Looking it over she finds it agreeable and signs, unsurprised when the other door opens.

She is surprised to find that the door leads to wide open skies like her homeland which she left from so long ago. She finds a rest stop with some boxes and other trash. Sitting down she waits for what she assumes is a carriage,although the sign names it a "Bus". Maybe it is named different here?

She does not have to wait long, she hears it a mile away it is loud and sounds unfamiliar, and the smell is like oil but much worse. Seeing it finally, it looks like a metal carriage without horses but it moves very fast like Cainhurst horses. Eileen brings out her blades unsure of thing, until she see's the driver a woman with a hat similar to some hunters she's seen and the legions symbol on the side. Smiling the woman beckons her to the back.

'Curious she can smile so widely without being enveloped in madness, her world must be vastly different then mine.'

Stepping around to the back she see's several other back there, and they all make her nose itch. Powerful all in different ways, she smiles despite herself old habits die hard after-all.

She climbs inside and sits down next to girl who has some sort of unfamiliar power about her. And across from the two men one covered in metal, the other wearing a mask like her and carrying a strange gun. She nods to them and leans back closing her eyes trying to ignore her aching wounds, as the strange carriage takes off.

An old crow takes flight once more.

Click to shrink...

Phonos examined the strangely-garbed figure. She looked oddly familiar. Cross-referencing her outfit with his database, he found something interesting. Very interesting indeed. If he could splutter, gape or spit coffee with his impractical face, he would have. As it was, he merely swiveled his head in her direction with a slight whirr and the LED screen attached to where his left cheek would be simply displayed this emoticon:

Man, I never thought I'd see the day a fictional character sat next to me, he thought. But all he said was, "Eileen the Crow?"

 

[Romans]

"Now where in the hell did I put the cigs ?" -He muttered almost inaudibly. After a moment of stillness, he made a satisfied noise, and fished out a tightly-locked lead container. His Geiger counter suddenly started making a very shrill noise, but a whack from Igor shut it down instantly.
After opening the container, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from beneath a crystallized, deformed-looking plant, and quickly shut down the container.

Positioning the container back into his brest pocket, Igor looked the other occupant's in the eyes, before swiftly taking the gas mask off ,leaving his face only covered by a black balaclava, and putting a cigarette in his mouth. Lighting it with a thankfully-dry match, he takes a drag.
"Name's Scarface, a Stalker. What's your names?" - Said Igor after letting the smoke out.

Click to shrink...

You heard the man shuffle about looking for something, muttering about something called cigs?? He apparently found as a loud shrill sound that didn't sound organic went off, only to be shut off again. Your hand briefly went to your blade in its single form, but it went away quickly again.

Sighing inaudibly as the man began smoking some foul stick, and talking. Eileen wasn't the best with people a given with her profession most hunters tending to avoid her. Not that she minded when they eventually fell she cut them down easier. She had friends but they were few and far between, and as the years went by less and less. And before she could introduce herself she was cut off.

Phonos examined the strangely-garbed figure. She looked oddly familiar. Cross-referencing her outfit with his database, he found something interesting. Very interesting indeed. If he could splutter, gape or spit coffee with his impractical face, he would have. As it was, he merely swiveled his head in her direction with a slight whirr and the LED screen attached to where his left cheek would be simply displayed this emoticon:

Man, I never thought I'd see the day a fictional character sat next to me, he thought. But all he said was, "Eileen the Crow?"

Click to shrink...

Underneath her cloak she brought her pistol up, and her eyes narrowing slightly as the man gave her name.

"Where I come from knowing one's name before they introduce themselves is mighty suspicious and dangerous. How do you know it assassin??"

 

[Genon]

You heard the man shuffle about looking for something, muttering about something called cigs?? He apparently found as a loud shrill sound that didn't sound organic went off, only to be shut off again. Your hand briefly went to your blade in its single form, but it went away quickly again.

Sighing inaudibly as the man began smoking some foul stick, and talking. Eileen wasn't the best with people a given with her profession most hunters tending to avoid her. Not that she minded when they eventually fell she cut them down easier. She had friends but they were few and far between, and as the years went by less and less. And before she could introduce herself she was cut off.


Underneath her cloak she brought her pistol up, and her eyes narrowing slightly as the man gave her name.

"Where I come from knowing one's name before they introduce themselves is mighty suspicious and dangerous. How do you know it assassin??"

Click to shrink...

Phonos stares straight at her, not even flinching, as the screen on his cheekplate turns off. "First of all," he says nonchalantly, "that pistol is at least a century and a half out of date and I was built to take bullets from guns with three times the caliber and four times the muzzle velocity, so put that away. Second of all, where I come from, you're a fictional character. I knew your name only by looking you up. I have a Terranet connection on this truck somehow, which basically means that I have access to information on damn near everything humanity's ever published in my universe with a thought. That said, I know your universe is a hellhole where you always have to watch your back, so all is forgiven. Assuming you put the gun away, of course." The screen switches back on, with a winking face () showing up.

 

[Dr. Omniety]

Yeah, my universe is basically what happens when Neuromancer and X-COM have a baby. Judging by that Geiger counter, I'm assuming the Cold War got hot for you?"

Click to shrink...

"The Cold War ended decades ago, metal man. This isn't some old Russian tech, this is pristine gear that the let me survive in the Zone. It's not the garbage Sidorovitch sells..." - responded Igor with annoyance. Still weirded out by the thing- man's metal body, Igor patted his trusty detector. It has saved his life many times, after all. One thought still intrigued him 'What in the Zone is XCOM and Neuromancer?'

Underneath her cloak she brought her pistol up, and her eyes narrowing slightly as the man gave her name.

Click to shrink...

Seeing the motion, Igor instantly grabbed his AKM and pointed it at the woman. He moved to the side keeping everyone in his sights, as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"Drop the gun, lady" - He said calmly. It wouldn't be th first time someone thought to get the drop on him.

 

[Shadows]

Chloe spared an eye for the crow-masked woman, picked her helmet up, flipped it in her hands, and set it down on her head, an audible hiss sounding through the truck as the environmental seal engaged, blast shields closing over her face.

She went back to cleaning her gun with a barely audible, "What is this, amateur hour?" coming over the speakers.

 

[Romans]

Phonos stares straight at her, not even flinching, as the screen on his cheekplate turns off. "First of all," he says nonchalantly, "that pistol is at least a century and a half out of date and I was built to take bullets from guns with three times the caliber and four times the muzzle velocity, so put that away. Second of all, where I come from, you're a fictional character. I knew your name only by looking you up. I have an Internet connection on this truck somehow, which basically means that I have access to information on damn near everything humanity's ever published in my universe with a thought. That said, I know your universe is a hellhole where you always have to watch your back, so all is forgiven. Assuming you put the gun away, of course." The screen switches back on, with a winking face () showing up.

Click to shrink...

(I assuming you have scanners to see under the cloak)

Seeing the motion, Igor instantly grabbed his AKM and pointed it at the woman. He moved to the side keeping everyone in his sights, as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"Drop the gun lady" - He said calmly. It wouldn't be th first time someone thought to get the drop on him.

Click to shrink...

Seemingly ignoring Igor she address's Phonos

"Is that so? I always thought Yharnam was another dream hmmm..... and the pistol's not for killing dear its to distract. I do all my real work with my blades but you already know that don't you.....How exciting."

She's laughs lightly as she puts her gun away, "You amuse me little one I think I think I'll keep you around." She finally turns toward Igor, Dear Please put the gun down before you hurt yourself."

Chloe spared an eye for the crow-masked woman, picked her helmet up, flipped it in her hands, and set it down on her head, an audible hiss sounding through the truck as the environmental seal engaged, blast shields closing over her face.

She went back to cleaning her gun with a barely audible, "What is this, amateur hour?" coming over the speakers.

Click to shrink...

Turning toward the girl, "I don't know about you guys but you tend find out a lot about a person by pointing a gun at them." She's says laughing lightly again, and If i'm an amateur my dear you're surly just a twinkle in your father's eye." She laughs even harder in a way that makes you think she not all there.

 

[Blackout]

Chara considered Rachel's words for a slight moment, before the corners of their lips tugged into a grin, and they disappeared without a sound.

Chara teleported to the backdoor to intercept the fleeing gunmen, flashing them a glowing smile and an enthusiastic wave.

"Greetings!"

Spoiler: Shank you for your time!

"You will lay down your weapons and place your hands behind your heads."

 

[Mew]

SECTOR 881-D55, GALACTIC CLUSTER M9, STAR SYSTEM KHILIAN-5, SURFACE OF KHILIAN-5 P4

Synn rolled her eyes at the sight before her. A fat elf in a security guard uniform was currently doing a smashing job of stonewalling her progress. She had stood up to mechas, to Cerberi, to dracoliches with integrated flamethrowers, and now a bigoted donut muncher was managing to stall her harder than half of what she had faced in her entire career up to now.

"Look, all my papers are in order. I gave you all the papers, all of the verifications, and shown you all the authorizations. I got the contract too, even."

"Look, you overgrown fat pet. Your papers clearly state that your Master is yourself. Something clearly went wrong with them."

She gave the elf a flat stare. For a moment, she pondered if two neurons in the gaping void between his ears had ever once collided in his entire lifetime, which was probably considerable given he's an elf. Probably not.

"Also, what's up with your outfit?"

"Check my papers, third line on the left."

"Do you take me for an idiot? Of course I've read that you're a Phazist. I've also noticed the shields. It still doesn't excuse your outfit!"

She was tempted to point out that as much as she had tried to, she had never found shoes without high heels that didn't make her look like she was wearing clown shoes. Or that no shirts or pants fit her incredibly non-standart frame. She didn't bother. She had seen him leer over her body enough to know that he wasn't blind and was simply upset because she had higher qualifications, authorizations, and certificates than him despite not being a Humanoid.

Animaloids that gained success, especially ones that did so without a Humanoid Master, tended to make bigoted low-ranked morons like this guy see red. Usually, she would not care and simply go around him but frankly, she felt like doing things the honest way this time.

She kept calm. If she frustrate him enough, he'll eventually be forced to call his boss. Thankfully, said boss isn't a bigoted moron and does recognize that someone does not show up at your doorstep with fifteen triplicates of authorizations, many of which are from important people, without having earned at least one or two of them. After all, she did take the time to file all of the authorizations online and by phone before coming here. Like, duh. Gotta be prepared.

"So, do you intend to criticize me on fashion much longer or are you unlocking this door?"

"And why should I do that for some overfed pet?"

Synn saw straight the transparent attempt at insulting her. Classy, so classy. Yeah, make fun of the feline whose anatomy gave her a rounded belly regardless of fat and who had manhandled enough baddies during her career that her gaze alone had more badassery than the entirety of every fiber in your being. That's totally a smart course of action, very productive on keeping your job.

"Because I have all my papers in order and it's your job to grant access to those with papers in order. The administration cleared me in advance. You saw the authorizations after all."

"And I say I think that your papers' fake. I ain't never saw one bloody animal whose Master was itself!"

"Call your boss, I'm sure it will be pretty happy to tell you that this is perfectly legal. And that you just wasted everyone's time. I'm sure he'll be reaaaal happy."

"Look, you big tub-o-fat. This is the transdimensional hub for Sector 881-D55. We're an important installation filled with critical equipment. And we want no bloody obese piece of lard screeching around and knocking down all our stuff because it's too lazy to get a Master for when it inevitably goes beserk. So git!"

Of course he has to feel like a badass and try to play hardball. How cute. By which she means a complete waste of time. She looked at his chest and saw his name nicely writen on a badge. Good.

"May I use the phone?"

"Git, kitty brain."

Well, she always make sure to know what to do in case things don't go according to plan. Since this guy is clearly not happy with authorizations made by his own boss, she'll just have to bypass him. She took out her phone and within a moment, got the line.

"Transdimensional hub service. How may we help you?" came a disgustingly tryhard, pleasant voice.

"Oh, I'm Synn Solaria. I've recently filed for a transfert to another Sector. You know, called you two weeks ago, got all in order?" She mustered the will to have her usual pleasant tone come back. It wasn't hard given she was about to potentially cost the dumb elf his job in a few minutes. "Well, I'm at the checkpoint and some security guard is currently denying me, saying that the authorizations you issued me are fake on basis of my legal status."

There was a brief pause. "Synn Solaria, right? Just checked and everything is indeed in order. At what checkpoint are you currently at?"

She smirked coldly as she read the guy's name on his badge a second time. "Ferrindor Silverback's."

"Please wait a minute."

As if on cue, the elf was unpleasantly surprised by his station's phone ringing. He picked it up. The way his face fell as his boss begun to berate him was just priceless. Good. It also didn't take long. That's also good. Before moments, he hung up.

"Everything should be in order. Have a nice day and a nice journey, lady Synn!"

"Thank you." She hung up and slid the phone back into a pocket.

As the security guard just stood there gaping like a fish, she crossed her arms for a moment, losing her smile. "So... are you gonna open that door or are you going to stand there gawking all day?"

As if taken out a trance, the elf nodded quickly and then pressed a button. A buzz could be heard as the door to the transition room unlocked. Good, finally.

The strange elevator-like area, white and blue in color, shifted. She felt the system activate and as she relaxed, she saw strands of strange symbols scroll before her. Everything was shifting before her eyes. To be fair, she was kind of feeling giddy. She had heard about transdimensional jumps before but this was the first time she was actually doing it.

She approached the end of the strange room and saw the console. It seemed to glow as she reached to it and then, typed the destination. What happened next was, frankly, quite difficult to explain. But what she did know was that when everything returned to normal, the wall in front of her had given away to reveal her destination.

The door behind her, she approached the edge of a small dirt road. Apparently, her new employers will pick her up by truck.

Meanwhile, she looked at the world around her. On one hand, it was as dull as it could get with a grey sky, pine trees by the side, some grass, and a bus stop. Really, it was nothing home to write about and almost anticlimatic. But as this was the entrance point to an entire new world, she found herself excited nonetheless.

She wondered for a moment if the air outside was cold. Given her shields, which she never turned off, the world was permanently a pleasant even temperature to her. Then she figured that she don't really need to learn that, frankly.

Well, guess all she can do now is wait.

Hmmm... wonder who she'll be working with. Humanoids? Animaloids? Strange and alien species beyond the grasp of her comprehension? Tacky-looking alien guys with an appearance that can be simulated with a rubber forehead? Guess she's about to find out!

After a while, she saw the truck appear. With a smile, she straightened her body and quickly did a mental checklist. All of her guns and ammunition are accounted for, her combat knife is ready and sharp, she got sufficient batteries, everything's in order. She flashed her authorizations to the correct person and then, in she goes!

... only to see a bunch of people pointing guns at one another?

"... if I'm interrupting something, I can always leave." she said, unsure if she wanted to get anywhere near those people. Is this really the right truck after all?

Shouldn't there be a CO preventing this kind of tomfoolery? Why are they aiming guns at one another anyway?

 

[Romans]

... only to see a bunch of people pointing guns at one another?

"... if I'm interrupting something, I can always leave." she said, unsure if she wanted to get anywhere near those people. Is this really the right truck after all?

Shouldn't there be a CO preventing this kind of tomfoolery? Why are they aiming guns at one another anyway?

Click to shrink...

Almost inaudibly Eileen says, "truly I got stuck in the wrong dream...."

She shakes her head and turns addressing Synn fully, "you're quite alright dear we were just learning about each other and the boy got a little skittish is all. Please have a seat I'm Eileen and you might be??"

 

[Genon]

"The Cold War ended decades ago, metal man. This isn't some old Russian tech, this is pristine gear that the let me survive in the Zone. It's not the garbage Sidorovitch sells..." - responded Igor with annoyance. Still weirded out by the thing- man's metal body, Igor patted his trusty detector. It has saved his life many times, after all. One thought still intrigued him 'What in the Zone is XCOM and Neuromancer?'


Seeing the motion, Igor instantly grabbed his AKM and pointed it at the woman. He moved to the side keeping everyone in his sights, as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"Drop the gun, lady" - He said calmly. It wouldn't be th first time someone thought to get the drop on him.

Click to shrink...

"Interesting," Phonos replied as his camera swiveled to observe the masked man, "But I have no idea what this 'Zone' is. I assumed otherwise because post-nuclear war was the only thing I could think of that would require you to walk around in radiation gear at all times. You'll have to tell me about the Zone later."

(I assuming you have scanners to see under the cloak)

Seemingly ignoring Igor she address's Phonos

"Is that so? I always thought Yharnam was another dream hmmm..... and the pistol's not for killing dear its to distract. I do all my real work with my blades but you already know that don't you.....How exciting."

She's laughs lightly as she puts her gun away, "You amuse me little one I think I think I'll keep you around." She finally turns toward Igor, Dear Please put the gun down before you hurt yourself."

Turning toward the girl, "I don't know about you guys but you tend find out a lot about a person by pointing a gun at them." She's says laughing lightly again, and If i'm an amateur my dear you're surly just a twinkle in your father's eye." She laughs even harder in a way that makes you think she not all there.

Click to shrink...

Phonos suspects that the woman may be mentally unstable, but decides not to press the matter further.

SECTOR 881-D55, GALACTIC CLUSTER M9, STAR SYSTEM KHILIAN-5, SURFACE OF KHILIAN-5 P4

Synn rolled her eyes at the sight before her. A fat elf in a security guard uniform was currently doing a smashing job of stonewalling her progress. She had stood up to mechas, to Cerberi, to dracoliches with integrated flamethrowers, and now a bigoted donut muncher was managing to stall her harder than half of what she had faced in her entire career up to now.

"Look, all my papers are in order. I gave you all the papers, all of the verifications, and shown you all the authorizations. I got the contract too, even."

"Look, you overgrown fat pet. Your papers clearly state that your Master is yourself. Something clearly went wrong with them."

She gave the elf a flat stare. For a moment, she pondered if two neurons in the gaping void between his ears had ever once collided in his entire lifetime, which was probably considerable given he's an elf. Probably not.

"Also, what's up with your outfit?"

"Check my papers, third line on the left."

"Do you take me for an idiot? Of course I've read that you're a Phazist. I've also noticed the shields. It still doesn't excuse your outfit!"

She was tempted to point out that as much as she had tried to, she had never found shoes without high heels that didn't make her look like she was wearing clown shoes. Or that no shirts or pants fit her incredibly non-standart frame. She didn't bother. She had seen him leer over her body enough to know that he wasn't blind and was simply upset because she had higher qualifications, authorizations, and certificates than him despite not being a Humanoid.

Animaloids that gained success, especially ones that did so without a Humanoid Master, tended to make bigoted low-ranked morons like this guy see red. Usually, she would not care and simply go around him but frankly, she felt like doing things the honest way this time.

She kept calm. If she frustrate him enough, he'll eventually be forced to call his boss. Thankfully, said boss isn't a bigoted moron and does recognize that someone does not show up at your doorstep with fifteen triplicates of authorizations, many of which are from important people, without having earned at least one or two of them. After all, she did take the time to file all of the authorizations online and by phone before coming here. Like, duh. Gotta be prepared.

"So, do you intend to criticize me on fashion much longer or are you unlocking this door?"

"And why should I do that for some overfed pet?"

Synn saw straight the transparent attempt at insulting her. Classy, so classy. Yeah, make fun of the feline whose anatomy gave her a rounded belly regardless of fat and who had manhandled enough baddies during her career that her gaze alone had more badassery than the entirety of every fiber in your being. That's totally a smart course of action, very productive on keeping your job.

"Because I have all my papers in order and it's your job to grant access to those with papers in order. The administration cleared me in advance. You saw the authorizations after all."

"And I say I think that your papers' fake. I ain't never saw one bloody animal whose Master was itself!"

"Call your boss, I'm sure it will be pretty happy to tell you that this is perfectly legal. And that you just wasted everyone's time. I'm sure he'll be reaaaal happy."

"Look, you big tub-o-fat. This is the transdimensional hub for Sector 881-D55. We're an important installation filled with critical equipment. And we want no bloody obese piece of lard screeching around and knocking down all our stuff because it's too lazy to get a Master for when it inevitably goes beserk. So git!"

Of course he has to feel like a badass and try to play hardball. How cute. By which she means a complete waste of time. She looked at his chest and saw his name nicely writen on a badge. Good.

"May I use the phone?"

"Git, kitty brain."

Well, she always make sure to know what to do in case things don't go according to plan. Since this guy is clearly not happy with authorizations made by his own boss, she'll just have to bypass him. She took out her phone and within a moment, got the line.

"Transdimensional hub service. How may we help you?" came a disgustingly tryhard, pleasant voice.

"Oh, I'm Synn Solaria. I've recently filed for a transfert to another Sector. You know, called you two weeks ago, got all in order?" She mustered the will to have her usual pleasant tone come back. It wasn't hard given she was about to potentially cost the dumb elf his job in a few minutes. "Well, I'm at the checkpoint and some security guard is currently denying me, saying that the authorizations you issued me are fake on basis of my legal status."

There was a brief pause. "Synn Solaria, right? Just checked and everything is indeed in order. At what checkpoint are you currently at?"

She smirked coldly as she read the guy's name on his badge a second time. "Ferrindor Silverback's."

"Please wait a minute."

As if on cue, the elf was unpleasantly surprised by his station's phone ringing. He picked it up. The way his face fell as his boss begun to berate him was just priceless. Good. It also didn't take long. That's also good. Before moments, he hung up.

"Everything should be in order. Have a nice day and a nice journey, lady Synn!"

"Thank you." She hung up and slid the phone back into a pocket.

As the security guard just stood there gaping like a fish, she crossed her arms for a moment, losing her smile. "So... are you gonna open that door or are you going to stand there gawking all day?"

As if taken out a trance, the elf nodded quickly and then pressed a button. A buzz could be heard as the door to the transition room unlocked. Good, finally.

The strange elevator-like area, white and blue in color, shifted. She felt the system activate and as she relaxed, she saw strands of strange symbols scroll before her. Everything was shifting before her eyes. To be fair, she was kind of feeling giddy. She had heard about transdimensional jumps before but this was the first time she was actually doing it.

She approached the end of the strange room and saw the console. It seemed to glow as she reached to it and then, typed the destination. What happened next was, frankly, quite difficult to explain. But what she did know was that when everything returned to normal, the wall in front of her had given away to reveal her destination.

The door behind her, she approached the edge of a small dirt road. Apparently, her new employers will pick her up by truck.

Meanwhile, she looked at the world around her. On one hand, it was as dull as it could get with a grey sky, pine trees by the side, some grass, and a bus stop. Really, it was nothing home to write about and almost anticlimatic. But as this was the entrance point to an entire new world, she found herself excited nonetheless.

She wondered for a moment if the air outside was cold. Given her shields, which she never turned off, the world was permanently a pleasant even temperature to her. Then she figured that she don't really need to learn that, frankly.

Well, guess all she can do now is wait.

Hmmm... wonder who she'll be working with. Humanoids? Animaloids? Strange and alien species beyond the grasp of her comprehension? Tacky-looking alien guys with an appearance that can be simulated with a rubber forehead? Guess she's about to find out!

After a while, she saw the truck appear. With a smile, she straightened her body and quickly did a mental checklist. All of her guns and ammunition are accounted for, her combat knife is ready and sharp, she got sufficient batteries, everything's in order. She flashed her authorizations to the correct person and then, in she goes!

... only to see a bunch of people pointing guns at one another?

"... if I'm interrupting something, I can always leave." she said, unsure if she wanted to get anywhere near those people. Is this really the right truck after all?

Shouldn't there be a CO preventing this kind of tomfoolery? Why are they aiming guns at one another anyway?

Click to shrink...

Phonos' first thought was, Damn, those are some good biomods! How much did they cost? Then the multi-scanner on his left arm kicked in, and he picked up...cat pheromones? Son of a bitch, he thought, I'm dealing with an honest-to-God furry. A real, genuine anthropomorphic animal. First Eileen the Crow shows up and now this? Today just gets weirder and weirder.

"Pardon us," Phonos said, masterfully hiding his surprise, "There was a bit of a...misunderstanding." He signals to Scarface to put the gun down.

@Shadows @Omnimessiah

 

[Mew]

She shakes her head and turns addressing Synn fully, "you're quite alright dear we were just learning about each other and the boy got a little skittish is all. Please have a seat I'm Eileen and you might be??"

Click to shrink...

Phonos' first thought was, Damn, those are some good biomods! How much did they cost? Then the multi-scanner on his left arm kicked in, and he picked up...cat pheromones? Son of a bitch, he thought, I'm dealing with an honest-to-God furry. A real, genuine anthropomorphic animal. First Eileen the Crow shows up and now this? Today just gets weirder and weirder.

"Pardon us," Phonos said, masterfully hiding his surprise, "There was a bit of a...misunderstanding." He signals to Scarface to put the gun down.

@Shadows @Omnimessiah

Click to shrink...

@Shadows @Omnimessiah

Synn blinked a few times and then rolled her eyes. She hesitantly took a seat in the truck. With some luck, all of those guns have their safeties on. She was suddenly very thankful that she always took the time to renew her Phazic Shields before doing anything of importance or heading anywhere.

Still, it took her a short while to sit down ; the feline was very, very tall to say the least. Not a giant but she was comfortably at least a head taller than a human being. After taking a seat, she took in the appearance of the others. Fellow recruits, she guessed. Though she could be wrong.

"Synn. Adventurer and mercenary for hire. Got sick of shooting space pirates and dumb nobles in crappy mechas. I see there's plenty of variety just in this truck alone. Up for talking?"

She noted that many of them had gear of their own already. Hopefully, her stuff isn't too primitive. She'd hate to go through all the trouble of signing up and then learning that she'll be about as useful as a tourist in an artillery kill zone.

 

[Dr. Omniety]

She laughs even harder in a way that makes you think she not all there.

Click to shrink...

"Crazy geriatrics... Just what I needed. Lesnik wasn't enough it seems" - Igor mutters, as the grandma laughs hysterically.

She shakes her head and turns addressing Synn fully, "you're quite alright dear we were just learning about each other and the boy got a little skittish is all. Please have a seat I'm Eileen and you might be??"

Click to shrink...

Igor chuckled at the grandma, letting the insult slide this time. He wouldn't forget it, but it wasn't such a big deal to make a ruckus out of.
He wasn't a rookie after alll, not for a long time.

"Pardon us," Phonos said, masterfully hiding his surprise, "There was a bit of a...misunderstanding." He signals to Scarface to put the gun down.

Click to shrink...

Raising an eyebrow at the man's apparent order, he considered it for a moment and put the weapon down. He took a last drag of the cigarette and threw the butt on the floor before stomping on it once to extinguish it.

"Synn. Adventurer and mercenary for hire. Got sick of shooting space pirates and dumb nobles in crappy mechas. I see there's plenty of variety just in this truck alone. Up for talking?"

Click to shrink...

Taking another cigarette from the packet, he lights it up and faces the upright cat.
"Scarface, Stalker. You some kind of mutant ?"

 

[Mew]

@Omnimessiah

A faint smile came to the feline. "Hard to believe despite my non-standart body but actually, no. Just an extremely rare type of Animaloid. You're not the first to ask."

Frankly, she did not like the smoke. It irritated her eyes and nose. However, she'd been around enough military types to tolerate it. So such long as he doesn't blow any smoke her way, she won't comment upon it. From what he was saying, seems like he's building up quite the opinion of the group already. She wondered for a moment what this Lesnik person might have been...

If he actually do end up talking some more, she'll get the questions coming. After all, she is curious about the people here. The more info she get, the better. On another hand, if he doesn't feel like talking, she'll respect it. She's certain the others will be willing to talk.

Hopefully, there will be no further raising of weapons. Maybe someone insulted someone else's honor or lineage? Hmmm... if relevent, should keep track of grudges.

 

[Dr. Omniety]

"Hard to believe despite my non-standart body but actually, no. Just an extremely rare type of Animaloid. You're not the first to ask."

Click to shrink...

"Huh, never heard of Anima-whatever. All of them look like you ? Like someone took a Bloodsucker, painted it pink and screwed a cat's head on it. If you'd have popped out of nowhere I would've confused you with one of them and packed you full of lead. Weird things happen in the Zone." - He says amusedly, and chuckles for a bit. He takes a moment to take another drag of his cigarette, and quickly takes off his balaclava, showing his face.

"This is what one of the bastards left me with" - He says while pointing to his namesake scars. They looked like someone put a razored octopus on his face, and made it shred the skin where its tentacles touched. As it is, it left him with five long, jagged scars originating from his left cheek, and going all across his face.
Thankfully, none of the scars passed through his eyes, although one was dangerously close.

 

[Mew]

@Omnimessiah

Synn listened carefully. On one hand, he was very rude. On another hand, she didn't hear any of the malice or disgust that she was used to. He sounded genuinely amused, like she was something completely outside of his usual frame of reference. So she decided to play along.

"Nah. Animaloids is a catch-all term for any sapient that isn't shaped after a naked ape. And given we're on this truck together, if you do that I'm afraid it will count as friendly fire." She decided to take it in an amused way, smiling quite a bit at her own comment. She also made a mental note to ask him about the Zone later. If that place is anything like a Corrupted place, then he instantly get respect for her. Standing up to physics-breaking cheaters with a tendency to enact nightmare and horror movie scenarios in a very real manner (and often with lethal results) took some serious skill. And lots of luck, to be fair.

And looking at his face... she whistled. "So... kept them out of choice or insufficient medical tech where you're from? You look as if an Enlightened Priest 'kissed' your face and got shot just before it could finish the job. I take it you repaid the bastard for those scars immediately after, lethally preferably?"

 

[Dr. Omniety]

And looking at his face... she whistled. "So... kept them out of choice or insufficient medical tech where you're from? "

Click to shrink...

After staring at the cat for a full second in open-mouthed disbelief, Igor chortled, which after a while transformed into a ful belly-laugh. It took him a while to stop laughing like a maniac.
"Hah, 'insufficent medical tech' that's a good one. Only trained 'medic' we had was the poor bastard Tremor, and the cunt's been drinking blood like a human Bloodsucker. Had to re-educate him about that, but he almost died himself when we took the blood away. Heh, all we stalkers have are are bandages and military kits, mostly stolen off some corpse. That, and the artifacts" - He said, pointing at the lead container poking out of his breast pocket.

I take it you repaid the bastard for those scars immediately after, lethally preferably?

Click to shrink...

"Hahah, you're really a funny one. Was 16 when he got me and I pissed my pants at the time. He probably got nabbed by some other stalker though" - Chuckled Igor, while checking his gun.