:: A tired chernarussian accent comes over the frequency ::
"Eh. I know I drank a lot to get to sleep last night, but did I wake up in the wrong decade?"
"Last I heard there were actual Russian soldiers, you know- from I suppose what's left of the Russian Federation. 'Invading'."
"You don't sound like them. Not really my concern, but- are two parties going to eh- how do they say.... 'Duke it out'?"
"Perhaps it is just convenient timing so you can all be 'comrades'."
"But as the man said, You're fighting for lands and politics."
"What is the point if there's no people left to inhabit the land?"
"'You are the same as any other trying to seize power."
:: The transmission ends ::
I've played with this mod, the rifle slings are dope and you can slap pouches on them I'm pretty sure. The melee weapons were pretty meh if I recall. Clothing a bit goofy. Zippos and stuff were nice. Can also beat people with that big ol' Maglite. Not sure if the Gewehr would work. Last I tried it, it wouldn't accept the mauser rounds the 98k we already have uses. Instead it used a different model of the same caliber that was in the FiDov pack, might be mistaken however.
Of course if you like showing off your guns for raiders to steal, the gun racks are easy to make and also store ammo/mags.
+1 from me.
Mikkos had a rough upbringing. Growing up he had very little contact with his family. Shipped off from boarding school to boarding school he never had the stability of a traditional family home. He learned early in life that he would have to fend for himself in the real world.
After having a falling out during one of the few family visits he encountered, Mikkos was in "luck" having been conscripted for a year in the Russian Armed Forces. After receiving his training and having a change of perspective, Mikkos realized that maybe he could do more for those who couldn't defend themselves. After he finished his service Mikkos continued his education and attempted to reconcile with his family.
Years later, as the outbreak started Mikkos attempted to use his family's wealth and resources he had inherited to aid those in need. Eventually he even head out on his own to try and help give humanitarian aid. Little did he know how bad things would become or where he would end up.
:: A cold, tired voice comes over the frequency ::
"You want a story reporter man? Maybe a little somethin' that expands your latest headline."
"Maybe- you should be on the lookout for some, 'Mountain Men'."
"I'm sure they could fill you in on how the Corporation spun them wrong."
"Without a Shadow of a doubt there'll be something to tell."
"Might need some coaxing though."
:: The transmission fades ::
:: A cold, tired voice would come over the frequency ::
"Been listening for a while now. Lot of talk going on it seems."
"Nice to know some of you have got enough brains to see the skin collectors for who they really are."
"But I am severely troubled-"
:: There would be a short pause of silent transmission ::
"I hear folks talk of right or wrong, good or bad. You seem- to be missin' the big picture."
"It's kind of cute actually, listening to you corpos defend yourselves. Offering friendship and a place to stay for these people."
"I wonder, who's your lead operator lately? You fellas care to throw me a bone? I'd prattle off some names, but hey you know how it is- you kill each other off if you don't get the job done. It's alright though, I understand quotas and all that. I'm just wondering who I'd have to address if I wanted to speak to some, old friends."
"I mean I'd hope we'd be friends by now. You gave me all these nice things after all! I've got these documents of your targets, test subjects, blood samples, et cetera. I've got all these pretty IDs of yours. It really was fun visiting those compounds of yours. How much do these tablets cost anyway? I just wish I had taped more of a confession outta those so-called traitors of yours. You know, before you had them whacked."
:: There is an audible soft sigh as the voice pauses ::
"I'd hope by now you'd know who this is. I mean your folk proposed letting bygones be bygones with anyone. So tell me Op-er-ator-"
"You care to have a sit down with a damned Drifter?"
"Or are you content on continuing to be the enemy of humanity?"
"There's a cold wind blowin' through Livonia I hear, and it's whispering your name. You stay safe out there."
:: The transmission fades out ::
:: A chernarussian mans voice comes over the frequency ::
"I could probably give you some information on the corporation fucks. Though I think it would be better if it was shared privately."
:: The transmission ends ::
:: An annoyed Chernarussian mans voice comes over the frequency ::
"Does someone want to explain to me what the deal is with this so-called Police force? I've been holding myself back from asking but I've heard many contradicting and asinine things lately."
"Heard that you want to help restore and protect the region and the people, yet you make xenophobic broadcasts and threaten peaceful people. Then you start conflict with not-so-peaceful people that possess similar enemies. And now you're threatening a young girl like some pervert because your commander told you to get some guy. You people act like the same 'terrorists' and 'bandits' you keep raving about."
"What retard allowed you to open your mouth on the radio and make a fool of yourself in this way? I'd honestly like to meet the 'police commander' who allows pedophiles in his employ."
"Forgive me if I don't believe your kind intentions to this Russo fellow- I don't really give a damn. However, if I'm not mistaken you sound like the same angry idiot who was ranting on the radio about how you were going to 'double tap' him just a few days ago."
:: There is a brief pause as two men talking and the clinking of glass can be heard in the background ::
"For all I know you are a bunch of corrupt bureaucrats in uniform trying to stake your own claim here. Maybe if you want people to support you and believe you're actually here to do something good, then don't act like every other asshole out there."
"Do something productive huh? Maybe find the strange men taking blood samples and looking for 'fertile women'. Unless that is you as well?"
"Home-brewed vodka for anyone who does something actually worth a damn."
:: The men in the background can be heard talking about moving something before the transmission ends ::
:: A bitter voice broke through the frequency after the conversation had ended ::
"Well then.. 'This new world should be based off of kindness AND unlawfulness AND hate filled lands driven by the people around us'...."
"Sheesh. What kinda nonsense are you spewing fella? Could you make up your mind on what you're saying? Y'know people already make their own choices. You all talk like you've gotta end this fight or that fight against this great enemy or the next one and that things will be different. Man things could ALREADY be different. You all keep CHOOSING to fight. You keep making it into a fight."
"You twist petty conflicts out of proportion and turn it into these great epics. Then last words are spoken, and people die. The bitterness you feel afterwards? Maybe you should've cooled that fire beforehand. So go on, get your revenge. Let this chaos reign and let the people thrive. Then take a step back and see what happens."
"Cus you won't like some of things you let slip by. The things you choose to ignore. The things that fester in the dark that you tolerate. They come back and bite you. While you're so focused on your hell bent crusade you'll have forgotten what you should've been worrying about."
:: There is an audible exasperated sigh before the man finishes his rambling ::
"Wastin' my breath here. By the time anyone changes your minds it won't matter. You stay safe out there."
:: The transmission ends ::
:: A tired chernarussian voice would come over the frequency ::
"I wouldn't be so sure. It may smell like a corpo, and it may walk like a corpo. That does not make it a corpo."
"You are forgetting some important details. There is a reason why we dubbed them the 'skin collectors'. They didn't just take blood samples. No, they took tissue as well. They did not care what was wrong with you or what your blood type was. Frankly the more abnormalities would probably make them more interested."
"The ones you describe seem to have specific requirements of their agenda. Either the corpos have changed their methods, or these are not the same people."
"Nonetheless, I'd suggest shooting them."
:: The transmission ends ::