Announcement from the Corporation

[Crows]

*Grey stands to the side as a wounded man is carried through the gate. He watches for a moment and speaks into his radio*

"This is James Grey. First of all, I'd like to speak directly to the Wolf Pack. If any lives were lost on your side, I'm genuinely sorry. They died for a needless grudge. We have been attempting a new start here in Livonia, same as you. We offered you a choice, a very reasonable alternative to this bloodshed. I can stand here looking at our wounded and know you chose wrong."

"You know, you said something that bothered me. "Disposable operator". No one left alive is disposable anymore."

*Grey would sigh over the radio, pausing briefly before continuing*

"I'm here to offer you another choice. Another chance at preventing further bloodshed. A meeting. We have no reason to fight here. I'm not proud of everything I've done, but I'm proud of what I'm doing here. From the brief talk I had with you, it sounded like you want to be proud of what you're doing in Livonia too. All I ask is you keep an open mind and meet. It's been too long since we have talked without the intent to kill."

*Grey would release the PTT for a moment before continuing*

"To the rest of Livonia, I know some of you may be old enemies from Chernarus. We are offering peace. We want peace. Fighting now is just pointless. The lives lost are too valuable to lose over nothing. As a gesture of good faith, we will be offering supplies and temporary lodging at our logging camp. Soon, we will also begin selling lumber, and we will need more workers."

"We know it will be hard to put the past behind us, especially with the Wolf Pack-- But we're trying to take the first step. No more killing. Let's talk."

[Guest]

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Edited April 19, 2020 by Guest

[Player 1]

*A voice that is distorted from a voice changer or gas mask comes over the radio*

"Happy Resurgence Day Corp. Have a better tomorrow!"

*The radio goes silent* 

Edited February 23, 2020 by Father Tiger

[Marik]

"The Survivors of Section: 20 stand with you! For a better Livonia!"

[Malthis]

*Pressing down the button firmly on the side of the radio and speaking into it clearly, an American teen's voice breaks through the static of the radio*

"Honestly I'm almost speechless that the skin collectors of Chernarus, the people that hid in the shadows and abducted people and experimented on them with or without their consent are attempting to turn over a new leaf. You abducted a child and then left him on the side of the road when you were done with him, he spent two weeks on heavy antibiotics in agonizing pain until his body finally rejected whatever you injected him with. I personally met one of your people dying on the side of a road near Gorka, he'd been fed to infected and although I attempted to give him some comfort in his last moments with morphine; he still turned into one of the infected...rumors are you spent all this time experimenting on people in an attempt to help with the infection and you couldn't even save your own people from it. I even met one of your operators named Juice...wore a welding mask, and late one night he broke down and revealed he was a member of Potius Cras...the infamous Corporation. He spent the evening drinking with a group of people near Zelenogorsk listening to music, trying to forget things...I can only imagine the horrors your own people have seen that they need to get that drunk to forget about what they've done. I've witnessed first hand your experiments, and the black blood that infects their bodies, so you tell yourself you want to start fresh...you tell yourself you're trying to seek peace while you invite people to live with you...but knowing what you've done and the people hurt...I wouldn't ever trust going anywhere near you let alone accepting an invitation to live with you. Hopefully your words are truth, hopefully the world is done with the horrors and nightmares you caused in Chernarus, because if you aren't...there's an old group of people who used to hunt you every step you took, and they are just a radio call away."

*Releasing the button on his radio and setting it aside on the bedside table, he rubbed the small triangle scars on his neck where he was once injected and then rolled over in an attempt to sleep.*

[Alkis]

*With a low sigh Alkis finishes writing yet another medical report, his feet kicked up on the desk and the folder in his lap while his pen tapped over the paper.*

*He slowly pulls down his bandana and  tugs his radio from his belt, pressing the PTT*

"Potius Cras..."

"The Corporation..."

"The Boogeyman of Chernarus..."

"I so deeply hope you finally found the leaks and rats you had within your ranks. You know, the ones I told you about ? Oh, right, the false information I told you just to spark a bit of 'ruckus' within your ranks, you seemed bored."

*The creaking of his chair echoes through the transmission as he sat up straight*

"I would wish you well, if you'd stay loyal to your motives. Yet the only thing that catches my eye is a collective with no goal, no thrive. You wished upon finding a cure, I offered myself while I was holding valuable information, written down as well as physically. Nothing came from it, you didn't move a finger. Yet you chose to abduct defenseless lonely people, just to entertain yourself. Now we sit here, watching you begging for forgiveness.

"As much as I'd grant you the wish of a clean start, the wasteland doesn't forget, nor do the people you harmed. None forgives me, or Vlad, or Ryker, or Derek. I am not here to judge you. I am here to tell you to get your story straight, and finally pick a path."

*He stops for a moment, sending one last message before releasing the PTT*
 

"I am a doctor now and a surgeon. How about you taste your own medicine once in a while ?"

"When the Joker has met his final goal, fooling everyone he knew.

Did he fool himself, or was the only one he fooled...

You?"

*The Broadcast ends.*

Edited February 24, 2020 by Alkis

[GaryCash]

“Be advised we have Peace Breakers on UAV Approximately 350 KM out from your position, stand by for further updates on their movement.”

One distorted voice said.

”Copy, this frequency is no longer secure, we are picking you up on separate waves, someone’s recording this.”

”Copy.  Switching now.  Will reach out again at previously designated time, sooner though if position starts changing.”

”Copy Out.”

[Alkis]

*Quietly humming to himself he chuckled below his breath. Taking a deep breath he leaned back into his chair, looking out into the night sky through the hole in his roof*

"Once again he traps his tail, shook by the steps of the growling beast, by the one that he himself released, he's aware justice will prevail"

*The Soft clicking of his pen carries into the transmission*

"A story made of make belief, wishes sown with blackened seed, make them wish they'd never leave, their save walls of hate and grief."
 

*His radio would bump onto his desk*

"There are things you may not see, out of reach of your UAV."

"The Spreading word of a broken heart, a fire lit with a little spark."

"Once you drop your mask and come to be, be yourself and speak with honesty."

"Finally you will see, of all the great things you could've been."

*The Transmission ends.*

[Fae]

A female voice comes through the radio. It sounds weak and quiet, as if the one talking was in pain. Sitting upright in the makeshift hospital bed, Fae rolls her eyes.

"Alkis, babe, I'm gonna need you to turn down the edgyness about 50%, alright?"
She chuckled lightly, before continuing.

"I can't be the only one wondering why Potius have decided suddenly that they want to be the good guys?
You think offering supplies and shit fixes anything you freaks have done?
What makes you think you're worthy of forgiveness or trust? 
It'd be better if all current and former Potius 'operators' gave their pistols a blowjob, that's the only way y'all will start fresh"

Edited February 24, 2020 by FaeRP

[Nyx]

* She’d place her newly required M147 on the bed and she’d sit down at the table near her, listening to the radio frequency. She’d pull out a notebook, old and filled with random papers. She’d pull out a pink armband with a triangle on it out of her pocket and she’d lay it down on the table. She'd press her PTT*

“Needless grudge? You guys can’t expect to come to a new place and your slate wiped clean. We tried that once, it doesn’t work. Our past still haunts us even here… so will yours.”

*She’d pause* 

“Disposable is true and will probably still be true. I can’t wait to meet the operators that replaced the ones killed or injured. 

You want a meeting? Why would I give you the time. Why should I give time to any of you? We have all done things wrong, but you guys have dug your own graves. You for months attacked innocent people, took their blood, took samples, kidnapped people, brainwashed people… all to weaponize a virus. I remember the days when your radio broadcasts started to become frequent about your death squad and what your intent truly was. Then you also came and attacked us relentlessly in Polana. 

Out of everyone that has ever attacked us, I hold the biggest grudge against you guys. Its hard to have an open mind when its clouded with blood and death.

You guys have done this before, offer peace to survivors. You say you won’t fight but yet.. When I came up to your compound, I asked for it to be easy. I asked for the things that were stolen from innocent people at Soup Kitchen to be returned. I was met with, “No we will not give it back” and then some more blabber about how “you don’t care for people like them or civilians”. So how are you going to open your doors to others? When you just told me that you don’t give two shits.”

* She’d chuckle and take the pink armband back into her hand*

“We’ll see about talking…

Oh and thanks for the 'facts' or should I say threats that I'm becoming more than a Localized Threat and will be taken out accordingly”

 

[Crows]

*Grey would lay down his hunting rifle as the rain sets in. Laying out a map to look over it, he leans against the wall of a house and takes a radio from another operator*

”I’m offering you a chance to stop sending others to their death. That’s why you should take this meeting. End this. Now. Before more people die for you.”

“I’ve looked you in the eyes once. I wonder if they’d look the same now, or do you actually feel guilty for your “friends” deaths?”

”You think you suffered by us? At least you’re living. The same can’t be said for many of the people who fought and died in your place.”

*Grey checks the time before continuing*

”You know the resources we have. We’re trying to use them to help the people here. Are you really so arrogant as to take what we have to offer to this place and throw it away, over a fight in another country you didn’t even fully understand? I don’t think you’re that narrow minded. I think you can see the bigger picture here.”

*He looks out a window as the rain slows*

”Or maybe you can’t. Maybe you’re that fucking blind that even you believe the lies you tell. Maybe you don’t even recognize the evils YOU’VE committed. In which case, I have no time to waste on you.”

“If that’s how it is, we’ll always be the monster to you, but maybe you’re just afraid to look in the mirror. When we were fighting, it sounded like you said your duty was to protect people from us. Ironic, considering how many bodies of allies you threw at something you know you could never win back in Chernarus. You live, and they die. And for what? A little blood? A tissue sample?”

“It doesn’t matter, there are other more reasonable souls Im on my way to speak with. It would be easier to save this country with your cooperation, but I won’t beat a dead horse. You say you hold a grudge, it’s your choice to drop it.”

*Grey rises, packing his things*

“Our offer still stands, to Livonia. Trading and shelter. To you, I’ll say it like this. If you want to be a part of a better tomorrow, you’ll take this meeting and we’ll find a way to settle this. Or, you will suffer. No one else. Just you. I’ll at least do you that kindness, out of respect for all the unnecessary lives lost already. Unless you bring more “disposable” friends of yours. Then I’m only sorry that they’ll die for you, just like so many others.”

*Frustrated, Grey tosses the radio to the operator behind him, before stepping out the door heading west.* 

[groovy blisna]

*Shelby would lay down his 3 408 Praetorian anti material rifles on the grass as they were quite heavy.*

"right so you say before more people die for us but like... lets be real here... like come on. Any way, how are you to prove to us that you have changed here when my first interactions are you robbing a place of gather and my own god damn base. I hope those lads learned a lesson along with all those 5.56 bullets. But please entertain me. Please show me that you can be good people because to be honest, not a lot of good chaps round these areas anymore. Any way have a good day and i hope to see some change out of you. 

*Shelby would then pick up his rifles and his back pack filled with bear pelts and head out.*

Edited February 25, 2020 by Blisna

[Kokopelli]

Kenneth's tent was pattered with a gentle downpour characteristic of Livonia as he bit his lip, looking at his handheld radio patiently. The speaker emitted the voices of the outraged and the confident, turning into an almost comical arrangement of commentary and debate. His lip furled downward into a grimace. Eventually, he heard the droning sound of voices fall off and he pressed the button on the side of his radio.

"Such pitiful excuses of humans speaking today. I remember when the Wolf Pack was just a litter of puppies with a loud bark. Unique in some ways to the rest of the militias that have formed since, though in the end always acting in a similar fashion. Actions speak louder than words, many don't seem to understand this basic concept. Preaching justice and peace to no end while you slaughter carelessly and take what does not belong to you. We offer an armistice in the midst of a needlessly violent conflict, and you spit at our feet. How easily you show your own hypocritical nature while you drone on sanctimoniously over your radio. The people of these ravaged countries have bore witness to the Corporation being nothing but a benefactor and a savior, yet so many tell lies and drag our name through the dirt. For what? Perhaps some misguided soul gathering support to keep the local populace suppressed so that they may never find the truth, and salvation.

"Thousands of men and women have lost their lives, their bodies, their minds, because of your thoughtless attacks on our compounds. Some were directed to provide security for our operations, and some were designated as simple workers, builders, earning a wage so that their families in the quarantine zones could remain safe and sound. Far from the likes of you who have nothing but bullets and blades to offer. Your attempts at destroying the only effort to rebuild will never succeed, and the casualties you inflict will only result in innocent families being left fatherless and motherless. Furthermore, we will always have more people to come and try to assist the unfortunate among you and continue to rebuild. For a better tomorrow."

Kenneth let go of the button at long last, setting it aside.

[Wulf]

*An automated female voice chimes in*

"Client: Cras. Class: Corporate. Contract: Contact"

"Delegate dispatched. Designation: Dapper"

*The voice chimes out*

[GaryCash]

A recording would play back.

”Be advised, we are picking up movement from the Peace Breaker forces they are approximately 275 KM out from your location.  It is possible they are picking up transmissions from this region.  Stand by for further intel.  Out.”

[Juice Hand]

*You hear a deep rugged voice come over the radio*

uhmm... how do I turn this thing off... too loud...

*Hears mention of himself on the radio and then speaks loudly into the radio*

hey i'm Juice! i'm looking for some weight plates and some protein powder... if anybody finds any come give me them please. thank you!

*You then hear a loud crunch and your radio returns to silence*

 

Edited February 25, 2020 by Juice Hand

[Malthis]

*Presses the button firmly down on his radio, speaking clearly into it, the voice of an American teen breaking through the static as he looks at damage to the Soup Kitchen around him.*

"So Operators of the corporation, please tell us again how you've changed. Tell us stories how you want to be peaceful people, only to have broken into every cabin of the soup kitchen last night. Please tell us how you are no longer experimenting on people yet you stole blood from a woman that spends her time making stew for Livonia in exchange for nothing. Tell us more fiction about how everyone is welcome to come live with you while you question hostages for information about groups such as the Irish, while like idiots you wear the same pink armbands with your triangle logo you were known for in Chernarus. You fool no one with these new claims, your actions have always spoken louder than your words, and last night your actions showed you're not interested in changing, you're only here to manipulate the population and reestablish yourself as the boogeymen of a new location..."

*Shaking his head and releasing the button on the side of the radio, he places it once again on the bedside table.*

[Palatheio]

There is a burst of static, and a man with a British accent, Daniel Miller, can be heard speaking. 

"I'd like to make it known that the group known as NATO, or Section: 20 is working with the Corporation, for, and I quote, "a better Livonia". Like that lot of imperialist fuckers would know anything about what's best for the country they invaded. I'm not saying this purely out of malice or bad will, as those of you that know me know that I'm not exactly on the best of terms with them. It is quite convenient, though, I'll admit. I'm not going to tell you how this information should make you feel, but in the face of transparency, I feel that people should know. My friend, a doctor no less, was robbed by both groups working together yesterday, in Polana. Apparently a 'Henderson' was involved, though I don't know which group they were a part of."

Daniel sighs.

"And I'm still waiting for my food to be returned."

Daniel's voice fades with a burst of static. 

Edited February 26, 2020 by Palatheio

[VinegarStrokes]

25 minutes ago, Palatheio said:

There is a burst of static, and a man with a British accent, Daniel Miller, can be heard speaking. 

"I'd like to make it known that the group known as NATO, or Section: 20 is working with the Corporation, for, and I quote, "a better Livonia". Like that lot of imperialist fuckers would know anything about what's best for the country they invaded. I'm not saying this purely out of malice or bad will, as those of you that know me know that I'm not exactly on the best of terms with them. It is quite convenient, though, I'll admit. I'm not going to tell you how this information should make you feel, but in the face of transparency, I feel that people should know. My friend, a doctor no less, was robbed by both groups working together yesterday, in Polana. Apparently a 'Henderson' was involved, though I don't know which group they were a part of."

Daniel sighs.

"And I'm still waiting for my food to be returned."

Daniel's voice fades with a burst of static. 

Jack holds down the PTT button on his radio, and a soda can be heard being opened before he speaks, "Would love to help you with that, but unfortunately we're not sure who you are and what you're talking about."

[Palatheio]

There is a burst of static.

"That's interesting, Sergeant Barbarič, as we've had extensive conversations over private radio frequencies. What's more interesting, Sergeant Barbarič, is that you've publicly admitted to what you did, as I'm sure many people heard, so I don't know why you're back to denying it now. Unfortunately, Sergeant Barbarič, you still haven't returned the supplies that you stole from us. So, in fact, I think you, Sergeant Barbarič, do know who I am, and what I'm talking about. So, I'm waiting on you, Sergeant Barbarič." 

Daniel stops transmitting. 

Edited February 26, 2020 by Palatheio

[Marik]

2 hours ago, Palatheio said:

"I'd like to make it known that the group known as NATO, or Section: 20 is working with the Corporation, for, and I quote, "a better Livonia". Like that lot of imperialist fuckers would know anything about what's best for the country they invaded.

"This is Lieutenant de Wit speaking; and I've given the same answer to different people. But as far as I'm aware the Corporation has comitted no hideous crimes or experiments on any human survivors that I've come across. I would like to scetch a better picture first of an organisation before I make up my judgement; after all I've been underground for the better part of three years; being met with hostilities from almost everyone. Are you from Livonia yourself? A native like some of the men I work with in my unit? I'm aware that this frequency is no longer in use by the Corporation; so I hope you're still around to answer my questions." 

[Palatheio]

There is a burst of static.

"I'm still around. I'm not a local, but I live with two people who are. The stories are all the same. How you came to this country, turned half of it into a firing range and confined the locals to the other half. They didn't ask for your help. The government-"

He scoffs. 

"-Maybe. But they didn't. The people who lived here didn't."

He sighs. 

"You know, before you guys trashed our place, I figured that they were exaggerating. Mary would go on for hours about 'NATO this' and 'NATO that'. I'm sad that she was proven right. But I'm not really sure what I expected." 

He sighs again.

"If you haven't seen what the Corporation's been doing, you've been walking around with your eyes closed. You say you've been in a bunker for three years, and that might be true. You might well have missed the blood theft. The wars. The almost cosmic fucking game of chess that these guys played with lives back in Chernarus. Maybe. Maybe. What you don't have an excuse for missing is the theft of food, medicine and building supplies from the Soup Kitchen. They're humanitarians. Not any harm to anybody. Then again, you people steal and rob civilians, so...Well, I guess you might not see anything wrong with that." 

Daniel stops transmitting. 

Edited February 26, 2020 by Palatheio

[Marik]

"So what you're saying is; that you've been complaining about invading men, while you yourself. Are not a native to the country; you measure with double standards here. If you'd ask your friend I believe it was the combination of the LDF and NATO forces; which I need not to remind you that repelled the Russian Invasion when Chernarus proved to be ground zero to the infection. If it was not for those brave soldiers you'd have spoken Russian by now and practice communism.. which if you ask me is not something you personally agree with."
 

"Regarding the claims laid against the corporation and our 'friendship' I can tell you that the commanding structure of Taskforce: 66 have yet to lay initial contact with the Corporation. We agree on the same philosophy; that the infected should be eradicated; to claim that men and woman of these two organisations held up a doctor; which is a breach of the Geneva Convention on it's own is easily dismissable." 

[Palatheio]

"I think there's a bit of a difference between a civilian living in a country and a hostile, militarised force occupying it."

Daniel sighs, before scoffing. 

"Anyway. This conversation isn't going anywhere, arguing with a jarhead such as yourself. I trust the man you robbed last night with my life, quite literally. I believe him. He says you robbed him, you robbed him. Ciao, buddy."

There is a pause as Daniel contemplates stopping transmitting, before he continues for a final statement. 

"Also, don't assume what I believe in. Communism really isn't all that bad. Think for yourself, yeah? I can tell you drank the kool-aid back before the outbreak."

Daniel stops transmitting. 

[Marik]

Marik laughed; transmitting after the transmitting stop
 

"Exactly; this is not going anywhere; so do us all a favour and sprout your lies elsewhere; all you go on about is hear say and I've yet to hear an actual fact coming out of your mouth" 

Marik turned off the frequency.