A Request for the Chernarus Post -OPEN FREQUENCY-

[Mademoiselle]

The Doctor holds her radio with a soft grip as she, with a replica looking hat twirling badly with her index finger. She softly speaks to whomever hears her request. Her british accent comes through on the static like transmission.

"Hello, I am requesting what I have heard are the 'Chernarus Post'? I hope I got that right, I would like an item delivered as soon as possible. I know frankly many may not like this job as I have overheard a few things but if so I'd like your radio frequency so I discuss the matter more privately. I think this wouldn't help on my case face to face with the individual and will unfortunately have to rely on another to deliver this item. I do apologise... My name is Doctor Hope Pisces if you wish to know what sort of stranger is coming through to you. And..."

She pauses, clearing her throat a little and taking a sip of water with the tang like taste.

"I thank you for listening in, I hope to hear from you soon. Pisces over."

She places the hat and radio down to redo her jet black hair and fit it back in the cap.

[SarcasticSurgeon]

A Chernarussian woman would clear her throat, before pushing down the PTT button.

"Due recent events, the Chernarus Post, and their couriers, are not taking packages, letters, or drop offs. We regret to inform you, and those who may be listening to this message."

A pause is taken, before she resumed with a forced professional tone.

"This is to remain indefinitely, until stated otherwise by the Postmaster."

A sigh is heard with her voice turning to a more defeated sound.

"May God have mercy on the civilized world, and not let these brutes and animals take it as their's."

[Guest Max]

*Yihya takes his radio out and smirks before he beings to transmits*

Not our fault your boys didn't want to put their hands up. We just wanted to talk. Better luck next time.

*He ends the transmission* 

[Combat Logo]

*Logan listens to the news and lets out a heavy sigh. He presses down on the talk button.*

"I'm sorry to hear that... I hope that the post will be able to travel again without fear soon... I wish you all safe travels out there..."

*Logan lets go of the talk button and tosses the radio onto the bed in front of him. He drops his head into his hands.*

"It just seems like everything is going to hell... or even deeper into it than it already was..."

[Guest Max]

*he begins transmission*

As far as I am aware we only want Mr. Ender. Anyone else in the post is perfectly fine, but if you protect this man, you will also perish.

*he ends transmission*

[SarcasticSurgeon]

*he begins transmission*

As far as I am aware we only want Mr. Ender. Anyone else in the post is perfectly fine, but if you protect this man, you will also perish.

*he ends transmission*

She pushed down the transmit button with her thumb and spoke with a rather irritated tone.

"While you are a problem, you are not the only factor in this decision. Our couriers are constantly being taken, scarred, stabbed, shot, maimed, and beaten. You are only the latest addition to a long list of grievances, and in my personal opinion, you are a small one as compared to the others."

[Guest]

*He presses down the radio transmission and says*

Well, That was easy.

*A loud laugh can be heard from the entire group*

Post, Just give us Ender.

*He releases the transmit button and continues to drink his dirty sprite*

[Guest Flluroz]

*he begins transmission*

As far as I am aware we only want Mr. Ender. Anyone else in the post is perfectly fine, but if you protect this man, you will also perish.

*he ends transmission*

She pushed down the transmit button with a rather irritated tone.

"While you are a problem, you are not the only factor in this decision. Our couriers are constantly being taken, scarred, stabbed, shot, maimed, and beaten. You are only the latest addition to a long list of grievances, and in my personal opinion, you are a small one as compared to the others."

Johnny quickly pulls his radio up to his lips, speaking swiftly.

" A squad wipe is a small problem? I guess you mailmen don't have to be very intelligent do ya'. "

He shakes his head, laughing loudly in the night, as he stopped the transmission.

[Donny Buscemi]

*Drew laughs as he raises his radio to respond*

Question, do you need a diploma to work for FedEx?

*setting his radio down, Drew looks off into the distance, proud of what he's said.*

[SarcasticSurgeon]

-snip-

-snip-

Johnny quickly pulls his radio up to his lips, speaking swiftly.

" A squad wipe is a small problem? I guess you mailmen don't have to be very intelligent do ya'. "

He shakes his head, laughing loudly in the night, as he stopped the transmission.

She furrowed her brow at the strange words, and spoke into the radio.

"Squad wipe? What? You mean the shooting of two couriers, and a friend? Yes, it is a small concern considering how badly we tend to get injured...And also considering that one of the would be robbers flipped off the police station and went a bit critical in condition before anything else happened...Yeah, I would say you are a small problem. My personal opinion though."

She released the transmit button.

[Donny Buscemi]

*Drew snickers and raises his radio to respond*

So, you answered his statement, what about mine? I'm genuinely curious!

*Drew sets his radio down once again and thinks of numerous ideas*

[Guest Flluroz]

She pushed down the transmit button with a rather irritated tone.

"While you are a problem, you are not the only factor in this decision. Our couriers are constantly being taken, scarred, stabbed, shot, maimed, and beaten. You are only the latest addition to a long list of grievances, and in my personal opinion, you are a small one as compared to the others."

Johnny quickly pulls his radio up to his lips, speaking swiftly.

" A squad wipe is a small problem? I guess you mailmen don't have to be very intelligent do ya'. "

He shakes his head, laughing loudly in the night, as he stopped the transmission.

-snip-

Johnny listened closely to the person's words, and raised his radio once again. 

" Do me a quick favor. I don't wanna waste ammo on you, and I really don't wanna go through the trouble of killing you, so get a nice strong rope and hang yourself. It will be one less retarded mailman I have to murder. "

Johnny tossed the radio aside, ending the transmission.

[Hellboy]

*Parker scoffs before taking hold of his radio*

So you consider men who murder your comrades a "small problem"?

*He grins and gently shakes his head*

You must not care much about your friends then. Whiny lass..

[Donny Buscemi]

*Drew attempts to hold back his laughter as he responds*

Well I didn't intend for this to go that far, I'm going to take my chips and cash out of this top notch casino. It was good, I wouldn't mind an answer some time though. It's going to bother me.

*setting his radio aside, Drew examines his new rifle*

[Guest]

*He overhears Lenka over the radio and says*

Go to Grishino again and take a look at the camera i left at the well.

Got to love them GoPro's

*He re watches the footage caught by the camera and sets it down on the well and writes on a paper next to it. "For the Post". He walks away to the group and fires off another 5 SVD shots into the air*

[BostonRP]

*Gary, as he hears the broadcast, aggressively stabs the grass in-front of him, repeatedly delving a combat knife into it... He decides to add his two cents on the matter that he was involved in*

"You see, this is exactly why you should listen when people tell you to put your hands up. Had you listened, you'd have been able to take your packages after we had our little chat. But apparently... you weren't interested..."

*Gary confidently lets go of the transmit button on his radio, and awaits replies, if any...*

[SarcasticSurgeon]

*Parker scoffs before taking hold of his radio*

So you consider men who murder your comrades a "small problem"?

*He grins and gently shakes his head*

You must not care much about your friends then. Whiny lass..

Her radio clicked on.

"I prefer the term associates. I would hate for them to get the wrong notions."

The radio clicked off...Before being turned back on a few minutes later.

"And yes, it is a small problem. At least you can be negotiated with...Does any other member of the post want to chip in?"

---

*He overhears Lenka over the radio and says*

Go to Grishino again and take a look at the camera i left at the well.

Got to love them GoPro's

*He re watches the footage caught by the camera and sets it down on the well and writes on a paper next to it. "For the Post". He walks away to the group and fires off another 5 SVD shots into the air*

The radio popped to life with Lenka's voice.

"To the person who mentioned some kind of camera, I will get someone else to retrieve it. I can't see anything without my gla-.."

The radio cut off during her mumbled sentence.

[Ender]

*he begins transmission*

As far as I am aware we only want Mr. Ender. Anyone else in the post is perfectly fine, but if you protect this man, you will also perish.

*he ends transmission*

::Ender picks up the radio::

Who the the fuck is "We" and more importantly, who the fuck are you?

I've never heard your voice in my life but you do sound like most the generic cunts with a small dick around here

You see im kinda confused on why you even want me i've never attacked, beaten, tortured, or even gave a shit about you guys

I called you irrelevant ::he starts speaking sarcastically:: Did i hurt your feewings? Oh boo whoo poor widdle Johnny orion cant chop off Enders hand like he did to his fwiend

::he shouts in to the mic::

GROW A PAIR OF BALLS YA CUNT WAFFLES!!!

::the transmission stops there for a moment before he starts to speak again::

but lets get a little more serious here cause i guess i can give you guys that much 

I've really got nothing to say to you Orion. Audrey is dead and so is Quaid and i say good fucking riddence to both, 

so how bout you stop trying to get my attention because i REALLY! couldn't give a shit about you guys.

it almost seems like you guys are only going after me cause you're bored.

And now to the original woman that needed our help Im very sorry about this inconvenience

But the Post are not currently accepting mail at this time

We'll let you know when we have any further news to give

Oh and one more thing, Congrats on attacking a neutral postal service

I bet you guys feel really great about yourselvs right now  

::He removes the batterys from his radio so he doesnt hear anymore of the bullshit on the frequency::

[StriderV]

*Louis presses the PTT and cuts in the chatter*

Fucking mood.

*transmission ends*

[Guest]

Can someone get some linkin' park here?

[Guest Flluroz]

Johnny raised an eyebrow at the broadcast from Ender, listening closely to his words. He then spoke into the radio.

" We'll see. We will see. "

The transmission ended.

[Autumn]

Her eyes glinted at the fire crackling at her feet, the said 'go-pro' in her right hand. Her radio tucked into one of the pouches next to her AKM magazines. She'd been listening this whole while. The speech, the radio-warriors, all so savage and sound in their logic. But they forget just one thing, couriers travel fast. Damn fast.

"Cunt waffles. God damn."

Pulling the radio from the plate carrier's pouch, she put it to her lips and depressed the rubber button. She spoke in a deep, growling voice.

"Are you familiar with the biblical tale of Sodom and Gomorrah? If not, let me recap. Vengeance is coming, Gunpowder and Steel will be Fire and Brimstone. When warned not to tread on us. It's for your sake. Not ours."

Her finger released, a breath exhaling from her lips.

"You want Ender..." She drew a long, labored breath. "Molan Labe."

Lumina tucked her radio away and looked at the Go-Pro, muttering to herself. "Where the fuck did they charge this thing?"

[Guest Flluroz]

Johnny slowly picked the radio up, pressing it against his lips to speak.

" Watch out boys... We got a wild pack of mailmen, lead by a tranny, coming for us!! "

He laughed loudly, throwing his radio away, ending the transmission.

[Guest Max]

*he bursts out laughing not saying a word as he transmits*

[Guest]

*He holds his transmit button while laughing, He quiets his laughter down and says*

Watchout, We got a badass over here boys.

I'll just shoot myself now.

*He begins to laugh louder into the radio and releases the transmit button*