Post by Vlad Kyznetsov on Sept 4, 2009 21:21:43 GMT -8
These aren't exactly "canon" but more of memories from Kyznetsov's past. They aren't remembered during the RP, but they're just there already. I'll update this off and on and hopefully it'll explain his PTSD and background a bit more 
Enjoy! ;D
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"Vhodyashshye!!"
Vlad threw himself on the ground as mortar rounds started slamming down all around him. As suddenly as it started, the lethal bombardment stopped and he quickly rose, his AK 74 at the ready.
"Zahvatitye zdaniye! Dvin'tye!"
Vlad and his team moved down the road, the point man taking up a position at the street corner. The man took a moment to pull a large, oblong crate down onto its side for cover and knelt behind it. Vlad moved up next to him.
"Any contacts?" asked Kyznetsov.
The pointman shook his head.
"Nyet, new fish, but we will see some action soon. Don't you worry," he said with a grin. He seemed to be about to say something more but was unable to speak. 7.62mm rounds to the head tend to do that to people. Vlad spun without thinking and began aiming and firing before the pointman's body hit the ground. The newly minted Spetsnaz soldier dropped three of the attackers before the last two made it back into cover.
"Contacts! Dead ahead!" Kyznetsov shouted. The men around him responded. Some took cover and provided fire support while others moved up by squad. Soon, the Spetsnaz detachment was moving quickly up the street as the Insurgents shot down the street hoping to slow them down. Vlad was now the pointman since the original one lay dead on the sidewalk, most of his head missing. Kyznetsov slid into cover behind an abandoned produce truck and ducked his head as AK 47 rounds punched through the cab. He waited for the rest of the team to move up then slid around the corner and opened fire so the other teams could catch up. He saw at least one man spin away, Vlad's round stitching up his torso. The others dropped behind the low wall in front of the Mosque they were defending.
Vlad looked around. The rest of the platoon had caught up. His turn to move. He made a mad dash for an alleyway about twenty feet ahead. He turned down the alleyway to take cover from the hail of bullets that had begun to track him and smashed into something. Without thinking, he let go of his AK and reached for his knife. Whatever he'd smashed into was trying to both hold onto Vlad and grab their own weapon at the same time. Vlad was faster. He pulled his knife and drove it into his assailants midriff over and over and over again. His attacker stopped moving. Kyznetsov stood up and grabbed his rifle, seeing his opponent for the first time. The man dead and bleeding on the sidewalk lay next to his cheaply made AK 47, an earlier model of Vlad's own rifle. He barely had a beard on him and seemed to be no older than 19 years old. Kyznetsov ignored what he saw and checked his rifle as another Spetsnaz soldier rounded the corner. He saw the dead man and grinned at Vlad.
"Nice job!" he said before shouldering his RPG-7. "Now let's get back to the fight, eh?" The man leaned out and fired the RPG at the Insurgent Positions as Vlad loaded a new magazine and leaned against the wall next to his comrade. The RPG shot was rewarded with an explosion, fire, and screams. The man turned to Vlad with another grin.
"Dobro pozhalovat' k Afganistan."
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"Vhodyashshye!!" - Incoming!!
"Zahvatitye zdaniye! Dvin'tye!" - Take the building! Move!
Nyet - No
"Dobro pozhalovat' k Afganistan." - Welcome to Afghanistan
Enjoy! ;D-----------------
"Vhodyashshye!!"
Vlad threw himself on the ground as mortar rounds started slamming down all around him. As suddenly as it started, the lethal bombardment stopped and he quickly rose, his AK 74 at the ready.
"Zahvatitye zdaniye! Dvin'tye!"
Vlad and his team moved down the road, the point man taking up a position at the street corner. The man took a moment to pull a large, oblong crate down onto its side for cover and knelt behind it. Vlad moved up next to him.
"Any contacts?" asked Kyznetsov.
The pointman shook his head.
"Nyet, new fish, but we will see some action soon. Don't you worry," he said with a grin. He seemed to be about to say something more but was unable to speak. 7.62mm rounds to the head tend to do that to people. Vlad spun without thinking and began aiming and firing before the pointman's body hit the ground. The newly minted Spetsnaz soldier dropped three of the attackers before the last two made it back into cover.
"Contacts! Dead ahead!" Kyznetsov shouted. The men around him responded. Some took cover and provided fire support while others moved up by squad. Soon, the Spetsnaz detachment was moving quickly up the street as the Insurgents shot down the street hoping to slow them down. Vlad was now the pointman since the original one lay dead on the sidewalk, most of his head missing. Kyznetsov slid into cover behind an abandoned produce truck and ducked his head as AK 47 rounds punched through the cab. He waited for the rest of the team to move up then slid around the corner and opened fire so the other teams could catch up. He saw at least one man spin away, Vlad's round stitching up his torso. The others dropped behind the low wall in front of the Mosque they were defending.
Vlad looked around. The rest of the platoon had caught up. His turn to move. He made a mad dash for an alleyway about twenty feet ahead. He turned down the alleyway to take cover from the hail of bullets that had begun to track him and smashed into something. Without thinking, he let go of his AK and reached for his knife. Whatever he'd smashed into was trying to both hold onto Vlad and grab their own weapon at the same time. Vlad was faster. He pulled his knife and drove it into his assailants midriff over and over and over again. His attacker stopped moving. Kyznetsov stood up and grabbed his rifle, seeing his opponent for the first time. The man dead and bleeding on the sidewalk lay next to his cheaply made AK 47, an earlier model of Vlad's own rifle. He barely had a beard on him and seemed to be no older than 19 years old. Kyznetsov ignored what he saw and checked his rifle as another Spetsnaz soldier rounded the corner. He saw the dead man and grinned at Vlad.
"Nice job!" he said before shouldering his RPG-7. "Now let's get back to the fight, eh?" The man leaned out and fired the RPG at the Insurgent Positions as Vlad loaded a new magazine and leaned against the wall next to his comrade. The RPG shot was rewarded with an explosion, fire, and screams. The man turned to Vlad with another grin.
"Dobro pozhalovat' k Afganistan."
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"Vhodyashshye!!" - Incoming!!
"Zahvatitye zdaniye! Dvin'tye!" - Take the building! Move!
Nyet - No
"Dobro pozhalovat' k Afganistan." - Welcome to Afghanistan