Tzeentchean Perspective
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By the time Raykin had glanced down at the withered branch he’d stepped on, the hearty crunch of his boot crushing it might as well have been ringing out for a half-hour. Certainly, the enraged glares of his squadmates conjured up by an overactive imagination made the moment of terror feel that long. It was, he decided, an important lesson. The mass of withered trees that denoted the road through Red Forest were far behind them. Why worry about stealth-destroying excess foliage littering the ground?
For the simple fact that one should never let their guard down in The Zone, Raykin reminded himself. Especially within uncharted territory. He was just glad that his gaffe had occurred on this particular section of the road. Dyachenko, their point man, had reported it to be utterly desolate for dozens of meters.
As for Raykin himself, all he could make out in the meager glow of his novelty night vision goggles were a handful of dark shapes just ahead, undoubtedly scrutinizing him. How Petrenko was allowed to sell high-end toys taken from collectors edition video game box sets of all things was a mystery to him.
On the other hand, they were also dirt-cheap compared to the Army gear, and the payoff from completing this mission would’ve had him vaulting over far higher barriers to entry.
“Sky’s going crazy,” Someone, most likely Eidelberg, muttered ahead, followed by a swift pointing gesture from one of the outlines.
Indeed, the tendrils of lightning-charged clouds overhead were the brightest thing Raykin could see. They tore across the sky, almost like the sped-up timelapse footage often seen in nature documentaries.
“A localized reaction to the brain-scorcher’s shutdown, perhaps,” came a gruff voice further ahead. It was their squad leader for the mission, Sergeant Markov, but he insisted that everyone refer to him by his chosen nom de guerre of ‘Falx’. Worst of all, higher-ranking officers did, and the resulting boost to his ego was incalculable.
“It’s satisfying proof that Marked One’s effort has succeeded.”
“How about the fact that our brains aren’t melting,” Pokrovsky chuckled behind Raykin.
Instead of provoking the Sergeant’s frustration, the remark was met with silence. It was a change that left much to ponder, especially with the task at hand. The moment that Marked One’s intent to disable that brain scorcher had been overheard by Duty’s informants, General Voronin had sent out the call for brave volunteers willing to enter the uncharted territory of Red Forest. They were not expected to search-and-destroy, just to record any noteworthy details about the outer edge of the area and await the arrival of Duty’s main assault force.
Raykin could picture the frustration shared by Skull and his team at not being eligible for either task. A squad of exoskeleton troopers would make a poor scouting force! Additionally, their position outside the Army warehouses would keep Lukash and his men on their toes, thus delaying Freedom from charging in first. Voronin and Skull both would’ve preferred for Duty to be controlling the Warehouses, but Marked One had refused the offer to assist. He remained annoyingly aloof when it came to various disputes in the Zone that were more complex than just slaying bandits. He came to Freedom’s aid in defending The Barrier from Monolith, but he also helped free Bullet’s squadmates from the Bandits.
He was nothing if not focused. Better that he remain neutral, Raykin decided. The man left piles of dead foes in his wake no matter where he went! To be on the wrong side of his wrath could only mean death!
Speaking of death, Dyachenko radioed in just then describing the ominous state of the first old checkpoint on the road. Several fresh corpses lay visible in the lingering glow of a burn barrel. A typical sign of Marked one’s handiwork. Passing by the macabre aftermath, Raykin was more frightened than relieved. While the forces of Monolith likely hadn’t been able to recover from the one-man assault, the scene was also a reminder that they were passing into enemy territory. More than just Monolith awaited them further in, most likely. For all they knew, the Monolith forces had been keeping whatever foul mutants lurked deep within the forest in check. Now they were free to explore new hunting grounds…
“Amazing that we snuck past the Freedomites so easily…” Fokin muttered a few minutes later, pausing to hop over an unidentifiable hunk of burnt flesh.
“To think that they would only have one sentry on active watch at a time,” Heidelberg sighed, “and resting in such close proximity on that hill, too.”
Raykin was about to reply when he noticed how close he was to stepping on the outstretched arm of a corpse, but Pokrovsky was already barging into the discussion.
“Are you really shocked? What else can you expect from that club of Anarchistic, misanthropic, nietzche-misinterpreting nihilists, potheads with no impulse control. All that grandiose talk of bringing about world peace by embracing The Zone, and the end result is a bunch of armed hippies. The whole movement is held up by contradictions…”
Evidently, Falx found this passionate deconstruction of Duty’s most heinous arch-nemesis to be so enrapturing that he was willing to demolish the squad’s attempt at stealth, Raykin noted while gripping his AMD in annoyance. What he feared more than the still-absent enemy right then was the inevitable chain reaction that would grow from this lapse in discipline.
It came seconds later courtesy of Eidelberg.
“Contradictions...moans the Strasserist.”
There was an audible gasp from Pokrovsky at being interrupted amidst muffled snickering.
“Hey Eidelberg,” Pokrovsky hissed, pausing for a few seconds.
“Got your nose.”
“Sure, Nazi.”
Raykin could see Pokrovsky halt in his tracks and grow tense.
Before he could reply to once again elucidate both the intricacies and overt differences that made using the N-word so very inaccurate, Fokin spoke up again.
“Relax, Pokrovsky. Remember that Vice News video with the Freedomites? We are all Nazis here in Duty!”
The amount of laughter that followed was uncomfortably loud, and not just because this was an infiltration mission. Raykin was thus forced to employ the worst, most generic rejoinder he could think of to purposefully shut the squad up with how flatly it landed.
“More like...some of us are just here for the money!”
That only made the men chuckle even louder without pause, until Dyachenko’s voice jolted through the radio.
“Would you airsofters stop horsing around and shut up? I’ve spotted the enemy.”
“Current status,” Falx snapped back as Raykin felt pins and needles across his body.
“Sergeant, you’ll want to come and see this.”
“Cease the drama, Corporal, what are the Monolith doing? Have we alerted them? Are they searching for us?”
Nobody moved in the next few seconds, as if they might hear the enemy’s intent from afar. Raykin flicked off his safety, taking a moment to watch the skies above. Where disparate branches once stretched forward, great masses now lumbered across the sky. Raykin stared long enough to follow the path one burst of lightning took on its way through the clouds, across the sky and back. Then Dyachenko gave his explanation.
“I could definitely say they’re searching...for their own souls.”
---
The dark surface of the rock filling his vision gave Raykin minor relief after his slow crawl out in the open. Karbyshev slammed into the rock next, hefting an overgrown hunk of plastic that used to be an SKS.
Fokin arrived last, while the rest of the squad spread out among nearby rocks. A rusty BMP a few meters back could’ve provided more substantial cover if it didn’t set off everyone’s geiger counters.
The once-narrow path had given way to an expansive area, rising into a modest incline the further left one moved from the road. Past that, a line of trees was just visible set against the cloudy sky.
More pressing sights lay nearby, and Raykin leaned past the boulder at a minuscule pace at the thought of what awaited him. Aside from firing warning shots at Bandits, this would be his first real encounter with an enemy.
The Monolith squad was 20 meters away, a distance at which his terrible NVGs would be useless if it weren’t for the brilliant orb the hostiles were clustered around. Hanging four meters in the air, it wobbled up and down ever so slightly and regularly emitted bursts of sparks and lightning. The light itself had a pulsing rise and fall to it, and Raykin thought he could make out tremors in the orb’s surface. None of this seemed to phase the Monolith cultists, who sat motionless watching the orb.
“Some kind of artifact,” Karbyshev asked from the other side of the rock.
“Perhaps, I’ve not seen an anomaly quite like that one,” Falx responded over the radio.
“Now comes the issue of trying to sneak past them,” Pokrovsky added.
“The light from that thing will leave us exposed for an unacceptable radius. We’ll have to move along that fence to the left.”
Dyachenko joined next.
“It could be possible, but without knowing the radiation-”
Events tumbled forward in the next few seconds at a confusing pace. First came a nearby gunshot to Raykin’s left, followed by a few people stating the obvious that a Sniper was involved. Dyachenko claimed they were positioned by a cluster of trailers on a hill behind the squad. Then another man babbled a warning, which made Raykin glance out from the rock to confirm the obvious:
Every man circling the anomaly was now staring right at them.
Raykin brought up his AMD and fired a burst at the hostile squad before he was hauled back into cover. He turned to see Fokin leaping into his place.
“Let’s see how they handle this instead,” he grunted without looking back and loaded the GP25 on his AK103. Several other muzzle flashes filled the area, aimed at both the Monolith squad and the sniper.
“I’ve got a present for you!”
“Are you-”
The thunk of a grenade leaving the launcher was the only answer Raykin got. A moment later he felt the ground tremble beneath his feet as a tremendous blast combining both a very close lightning strike and a bomb going off filled the air. The subsequent cacophony of screeching shocks (like several “electro” anomalies being triggered at once) was far more muted, and Raykin noticed then that his ears were ringing. More, the air was growing heavy with a metallic smell joined by something that could best be labeled ‘oven-fresh’. Raykin distracted himself from the sickening implications by checking on the others. To his right, Fokin leaned against the rock and rubbed his eyes.
“Not a direct hit...must’ve set it off nevertheless…”
Karbyshev was equally incapacitated, gripping his “upgraded” SKS and staring into the distance.
A quiet shot rang out then, followed by Dyachenko’s voice on the radio.
“Sniper down. Judging by the like of return fire, I’d say-aw shit!”
Raykin watched the scout swing his VSK toward the direction of the anomaly, then check the men closest to him.
“Damn, were all of you hoping to see the devastation? Sergeant?”
“Give me a moment,” Falx sighed. “What’s the problem?”
“I have one contact in my sights, no hostile intentions evident. Contact appears...female?” Surprise was clear in his voice.
“As the highest-ranking member of the team not otherwise incapacitated, I want anyone not exposed to the flash at my side so we can...secure the contact.”
The man was staring right at Raykin as he gave the order, so he had no hope of feigning blindness. Two men closer to Dyachenko stood up and tip-toed out from the rocks, joined by Raykin.
No longer was there any brilliant glow from the anomaly to augment his night vision. It was back to squinting at blobs as he walked towards the new arrival.
“Permission to use flashlights,” came a question from Eidelberg.
“Granted. Stealth is no longer a concern. We’re pulling back after figuring her out.”
The men were a few meters closer when they all turned on their lights to expose the messy scene. Unsurprisingly, the Anomaly’s catastrophic end left nothing but crispy remains and splashes of blood surrounding it, smoke still rising from each chunk. Of greater concern was the woman standing where the orb had once been. Her archaic black jacket and pants were woefully inadequate clothes for The Zone, and her green eyes looked like they might fall out of her sockets if she kept gawking any longer.
Against all logic, Raykin was left with the conclusion that she’d been spawned in that very spot by the destruction of the anomaly!
Dyachenko led the group a few more meters towards the motionless woman before saying anything.
“Identify yourself.”
She eyed him with an amazed look for a few seconds before tensing up and coming at attention.
“I am Light Cruiser Chervona Ukraina of the Black Sea Fleet. I serve the soviet Union!”
Raykin exchanged glances with Eidelberg, who checked on Dyachenko, who eyed Pokrovsky, who stared back at Raykin.
In unison, the four turned towards the strange woman again.
Raykin was at the end of his rope. The idea that a human being could be conjured up by an anomaly was implausible enough, knowing the horrors that were consistently produced by The Zone. But the idea that she was also referring to herself as a Warship from the wrong era-
No, what if it wasn’t just a mental quirk? Raykin looked away to better focus on his contemplations. The zone wasn’t fully incomprehensible. It had rules, didn’t it? Yet this woman’s existence seemed to shred the comfortably familiar rulebook they’d lived with so far.
Then Pokrovsky burst out laughing and ruined his train of thought.
Now Falx was frantically calling for the detachment via radio. “Hello? Dyachenko, what’s the matter?”
“I would like to hope that the residual effects of the anomaly are producing hallucinations. No sir, I’m afraid we have a very special problem on our hands.”
A/N: The downtime between not being hired was simply too great not to start getting ideas! Behold, I have combined to franchises that couldn't be more different in one crossover! This story will not be the last, beware!
Because I most likely will not post more updates to this, here is the explanation for how girls like the former Admiral Nakhimov can exist. It touches upon an aspect of STALKER lore that is less well explored between all the Bandit memes and mod montage shitposts.
In the first game, the creation of "The Zone" owes itself to the efforts of a group known as the C-consciousness. Multiple scientists conducting research in the exclusion zone merged their minds while in stasis pods to create one powerful mind. Their goal was to influences the Noosphere, a mental field surrounding earth that was created by the combined mental energies of humanity. As you might've guessed, their tampering went so poorly that it led to the combined region of unstable reality that is The Zone.
So what allows for ship waifus to exist here?
In this version of the setting, Strelok (who was brainwashed and lost his memory with the goal of killing him, leading to the whole "Marked one" segment of Shadow of Chernobyl), unnerves the C-consciousness so much with his ability to track down his true origins and defeat whatever comes in his way that their desperate attempt to stop him lead to further tampering with the Noosphere, creating anomalies from which the first shipgirls and Abyssals might appear. Since the Noosphere exists because of humanity's mental energies, it was a simple matter to assume that the idea of Warships having spirits might influence it and vice versa.
Why Chervona Ukraina specifically?
Because it's Ukraine, duh. My choices for ships specifically connected to the short-lived Ukrainian republic seemed to include a disarmed armored cruiser, an incomplete battleship, and this Cruiser, which was temporarily controlled by the Ukrainian state while still under construction.
I want to see [X OC archetype] or [X named regular human character] because you can't have a Kancolle fanfic without them!
No, you can. Self-absorbed as they are, the SB Kancolle fanfics thread kool kids klub/edge police is onto something when they say that fanfic writers can't just reuse the same well-trod concepts from 5 years ago.
Where are those alternate models depicted in the screenshots from?
The HD models addon and it's port to the first game. A must-have wherever you can. The original armor models have a unique style, but they really show their age after 13 years.
This doesn't match up with Shadow Of Chernobyl's exact plot structure!
What, the part where every faction in game has already charged into Red Forest right after you exit the bunker, to the point that people are relaxing around campfire nearer to you while fighting further away? Sorry, but artistic licence overpowers video game logic.
[X Gun] isn't actually in the game!
It honestly makes more sense for these irregular factions to have little standardization beyond dress sense than the in-game experience of all bandits carrying the same sawed-off shotguns and AK74U's. This is why I enjoy weapon overhaul mods so much. People would be bringing all manner of guns to The Zone in reality.
Will you add my favorite romping grounds from Immersive True Zone Experience One-Hit Death Mod #27 if you continue this?
I'll pay heed to the in-game map as I see fit. Everything else is artistic licence. There are a few recurring locations I've enjoyed exploring...when I could reach them. Stalker mods are a mixed bag. Narordanay Solyanka and all it's offshoots has that dark and claustrophobic flashback sequence I could never get through which basically locks you out of the rest of the game, Demosfen crashed when I tried to loot my first kill, New Arsenal 6 has some extra program to get the English translation working that won't start, and NLC 3.0 started out as a poorly-translated pain in the ass.
StrelokXGangut OTP when?
Go commit bullet swallow.
Your references to Strasserism and people laughing at the idea of being Nazis Trigger me! Why are they in the story?
1. Then my work here is done.
2. Let me put it like this: Duty=Authright. Freedom=Libleft. It is no stretch to imagine that beyond the core of ex-military personnel, Duty might be full of radicals united less by the prospect of neutralizing the zone and more by the chance to kill Libtards. And Money.
For the simple fact that one should never let their guard down in The Zone, Raykin reminded himself. Especially within uncharted territory. He was just glad that his gaffe had occurred on this particular section of the road. Dyachenko, their point man, had reported it to be utterly desolate for dozens of meters.
As for Raykin himself, all he could make out in the meager glow of his novelty night vision goggles were a handful of dark shapes just ahead, undoubtedly scrutinizing him. How Petrenko was allowed to sell high-end toys taken from collectors edition video game box sets of all things was a mystery to him.
On the other hand, they were also dirt-cheap compared to the Army gear, and the payoff from completing this mission would’ve had him vaulting over far higher barriers to entry.
“Sky’s going crazy,” Someone, most likely Eidelberg, muttered ahead, followed by a swift pointing gesture from one of the outlines.
Indeed, the tendrils of lightning-charged clouds overhead were the brightest thing Raykin could see. They tore across the sky, almost like the sped-up timelapse footage often seen in nature documentaries.
“A localized reaction to the brain-scorcher’s shutdown, perhaps,” came a gruff voice further ahead. It was their squad leader for the mission, Sergeant Markov, but he insisted that everyone refer to him by his chosen nom de guerre of ‘Falx’. Worst of all, higher-ranking officers did, and the resulting boost to his ego was incalculable.
“It’s satisfying proof that Marked One’s effort has succeeded.”
“How about the fact that our brains aren’t melting,” Pokrovsky chuckled behind Raykin.
Instead of provoking the Sergeant’s frustration, the remark was met with silence. It was a change that left much to ponder, especially with the task at hand. The moment that Marked One’s intent to disable that brain scorcher had been overheard by Duty’s informants, General Voronin had sent out the call for brave volunteers willing to enter the uncharted territory of Red Forest. They were not expected to search-and-destroy, just to record any noteworthy details about the outer edge of the area and await the arrival of Duty’s main assault force.
Raykin could picture the frustration shared by Skull and his team at not being eligible for either task. A squad of exoskeleton troopers would make a poor scouting force! Additionally, their position outside the Army warehouses would keep Lukash and his men on their toes, thus delaying Freedom from charging in first. Voronin and Skull both would’ve preferred for Duty to be controlling the Warehouses, but Marked One had refused the offer to assist. He remained annoyingly aloof when it came to various disputes in the Zone that were more complex than just slaying bandits. He came to Freedom’s aid in defending The Barrier from Monolith, but he also helped free Bullet’s squadmates from the Bandits.
He was nothing if not focused. Better that he remain neutral, Raykin decided. The man left piles of dead foes in his wake no matter where he went! To be on the wrong side of his wrath could only mean death!
Speaking of death, Dyachenko radioed in just then describing the ominous state of the first old checkpoint on the road. Several fresh corpses lay visible in the lingering glow of a burn barrel. A typical sign of Marked one’s handiwork. Passing by the macabre aftermath, Raykin was more frightened than relieved. While the forces of Monolith likely hadn’t been able to recover from the one-man assault, the scene was also a reminder that they were passing into enemy territory. More than just Monolith awaited them further in, most likely. For all they knew, the Monolith forces had been keeping whatever foul mutants lurked deep within the forest in check. Now they were free to explore new hunting grounds…
“Amazing that we snuck past the Freedomites so easily…” Fokin muttered a few minutes later, pausing to hop over an unidentifiable hunk of burnt flesh.
“To think that they would only have one sentry on active watch at a time,” Heidelberg sighed, “and resting in such close proximity on that hill, too.”
Raykin was about to reply when he noticed how close he was to stepping on the outstretched arm of a corpse, but Pokrovsky was already barging into the discussion.
“Are you really shocked? What else can you expect from that club of Anarchistic, misanthropic, nietzche-misinterpreting nihilists, potheads with no impulse control. All that grandiose talk of bringing about world peace by embracing The Zone, and the end result is a bunch of armed hippies. The whole movement is held up by contradictions…”
Evidently, Falx found this passionate deconstruction of Duty’s most heinous arch-nemesis to be so enrapturing that he was willing to demolish the squad’s attempt at stealth, Raykin noted while gripping his AMD in annoyance. What he feared more than the still-absent enemy right then was the inevitable chain reaction that would grow from this lapse in discipline.
It came seconds later courtesy of Eidelberg.
“Contradictions...moans the Strasserist.”
There was an audible gasp from Pokrovsky at being interrupted amidst muffled snickering.
“Hey Eidelberg,” Pokrovsky hissed, pausing for a few seconds.
“Got your nose.”
“Sure, Nazi.”
Raykin could see Pokrovsky halt in his tracks and grow tense.
Before he could reply to once again elucidate both the intricacies and overt differences that made using the N-word so very inaccurate, Fokin spoke up again.
“Relax, Pokrovsky. Remember that Vice News video with the Freedomites? We are all Nazis here in Duty!”
The amount of laughter that followed was uncomfortably loud, and not just because this was an infiltration mission. Raykin was thus forced to employ the worst, most generic rejoinder he could think of to purposefully shut the squad up with how flatly it landed.
“More like...some of us are just here for the money!”
That only made the men chuckle even louder without pause, until Dyachenko’s voice jolted through the radio.
“Would you airsofters stop horsing around and shut up? I’ve spotted the enemy.”
“Current status,” Falx snapped back as Raykin felt pins and needles across his body.
“Sergeant, you’ll want to come and see this.”
“Cease the drama, Corporal, what are the Monolith doing? Have we alerted them? Are they searching for us?”
Nobody moved in the next few seconds, as if they might hear the enemy’s intent from afar. Raykin flicked off his safety, taking a moment to watch the skies above. Where disparate branches once stretched forward, great masses now lumbered across the sky. Raykin stared long enough to follow the path one burst of lightning took on its way through the clouds, across the sky and back. Then Dyachenko gave his explanation.
“I could definitely say they’re searching...for their own souls.”
---
The dark surface of the rock filling his vision gave Raykin minor relief after his slow crawl out in the open. Karbyshev slammed into the rock next, hefting an overgrown hunk of plastic that used to be an SKS.
Fokin arrived last, while the rest of the squad spread out among nearby rocks. A rusty BMP a few meters back could’ve provided more substantial cover if it didn’t set off everyone’s geiger counters.
The once-narrow path had given way to an expansive area, rising into a modest incline the further left one moved from the road. Past that, a line of trees was just visible set against the cloudy sky.
More pressing sights lay nearby, and Raykin leaned past the boulder at a minuscule pace at the thought of what awaited him. Aside from firing warning shots at Bandits, this would be his first real encounter with an enemy.
The Monolith squad was 20 meters away, a distance at which his terrible NVGs would be useless if it weren’t for the brilliant orb the hostiles were clustered around. Hanging four meters in the air, it wobbled up and down ever so slightly and regularly emitted bursts of sparks and lightning. The light itself had a pulsing rise and fall to it, and Raykin thought he could make out tremors in the orb’s surface. None of this seemed to phase the Monolith cultists, who sat motionless watching the orb.
“Some kind of artifact,” Karbyshev asked from the other side of the rock.
“Perhaps, I’ve not seen an anomaly quite like that one,” Falx responded over the radio.
“Now comes the issue of trying to sneak past them,” Pokrovsky added.
“The light from that thing will leave us exposed for an unacceptable radius. We’ll have to move along that fence to the left.”
Dyachenko joined next.
“It could be possible, but without knowing the radiation-”
Events tumbled forward in the next few seconds at a confusing pace. First came a nearby gunshot to Raykin’s left, followed by a few people stating the obvious that a Sniper was involved. Dyachenko claimed they were positioned by a cluster of trailers on a hill behind the squad. Then another man babbled a warning, which made Raykin glance out from the rock to confirm the obvious:
Every man circling the anomaly was now staring right at them.
Raykin brought up his AMD and fired a burst at the hostile squad before he was hauled back into cover. He turned to see Fokin leaping into his place.
“Let’s see how they handle this instead,” he grunted without looking back and loaded the GP25 on his AK103. Several other muzzle flashes filled the area, aimed at both the Monolith squad and the sniper.
“I’ve got a present for you!”
“Are you-”
The thunk of a grenade leaving the launcher was the only answer Raykin got. A moment later he felt the ground tremble beneath his feet as a tremendous blast combining both a very close lightning strike and a bomb going off filled the air. The subsequent cacophony of screeching shocks (like several “electro” anomalies being triggered at once) was far more muted, and Raykin noticed then that his ears were ringing. More, the air was growing heavy with a metallic smell joined by something that could best be labeled ‘oven-fresh’. Raykin distracted himself from the sickening implications by checking on the others. To his right, Fokin leaned against the rock and rubbed his eyes.
“Not a direct hit...must’ve set it off nevertheless…”
Karbyshev was equally incapacitated, gripping his “upgraded” SKS and staring into the distance.
A quiet shot rang out then, followed by Dyachenko’s voice on the radio.
“Sniper down. Judging by the like of return fire, I’d say-aw shit!”
Raykin watched the scout swing his VSK toward the direction of the anomaly, then check the men closest to him.
“Damn, were all of you hoping to see the devastation? Sergeant?”
“Give me a moment,” Falx sighed. “What’s the problem?”
“I have one contact in my sights, no hostile intentions evident. Contact appears...female?” Surprise was clear in his voice.
“As the highest-ranking member of the team not otherwise incapacitated, I want anyone not exposed to the flash at my side so we can...secure the contact.”
The man was staring right at Raykin as he gave the order, so he had no hope of feigning blindness. Two men closer to Dyachenko stood up and tip-toed out from the rocks, joined by Raykin.
No longer was there any brilliant glow from the anomaly to augment his night vision. It was back to squinting at blobs as he walked towards the new arrival.
“Permission to use flashlights,” came a question from Eidelberg.
“Granted. Stealth is no longer a concern. We’re pulling back after figuring her out.”
The men were a few meters closer when they all turned on their lights to expose the messy scene. Unsurprisingly, the Anomaly’s catastrophic end left nothing but crispy remains and splashes of blood surrounding it, smoke still rising from each chunk. Of greater concern was the woman standing where the orb had once been. Her archaic black jacket and pants were woefully inadequate clothes for The Zone, and her green eyes looked like they might fall out of her sockets if she kept gawking any longer.
Against all logic, Raykin was left with the conclusion that she’d been spawned in that very spot by the destruction of the anomaly!
Dyachenko led the group a few more meters towards the motionless woman before saying anything.
“Identify yourself.”
She eyed him with an amazed look for a few seconds before tensing up and coming at attention.
“I am Light Cruiser Chervona Ukraina of the Black Sea Fleet. I serve the soviet Union!”
Raykin exchanged glances with Eidelberg, who checked on Dyachenko, who eyed Pokrovsky, who stared back at Raykin.
In unison, the four turned towards the strange woman again.
Raykin was at the end of his rope. The idea that a human being could be conjured up by an anomaly was implausible enough, knowing the horrors that were consistently produced by The Zone. But the idea that she was also referring to herself as a Warship from the wrong era-
No, what if it wasn’t just a mental quirk? Raykin looked away to better focus on his contemplations. The zone wasn’t fully incomprehensible. It had rules, didn’t it? Yet this woman’s existence seemed to shred the comfortably familiar rulebook they’d lived with so far.
Then Pokrovsky burst out laughing and ruined his train of thought.
Now Falx was frantically calling for the detachment via radio. “Hello? Dyachenko, what’s the matter?”
“I would like to hope that the residual effects of the anomaly are producing hallucinations. No sir, I’m afraid we have a very special problem on our hands.”
A/N: The downtime between not being hired was simply too great not to start getting ideas! Behold, I have combined to franchises that couldn't be more different in one crossover! This story will not be the last, beware!
Because I most likely will not post more updates to this, here is the explanation for how girls like the former Admiral Nakhimov can exist. It touches upon an aspect of STALKER lore that is less well explored between all the Bandit memes and mod montage shitposts.
In the first game, the creation of "The Zone" owes itself to the efforts of a group known as the C-consciousness. Multiple scientists conducting research in the exclusion zone merged their minds while in stasis pods to create one powerful mind. Their goal was to influences the Noosphere, a mental field surrounding earth that was created by the combined mental energies of humanity. As you might've guessed, their tampering went so poorly that it led to the combined region of unstable reality that is The Zone.
So what allows for ship waifus to exist here?
In this version of the setting, Strelok (who was brainwashed and lost his memory with the goal of killing him, leading to the whole "Marked one" segment of Shadow of Chernobyl), unnerves the C-consciousness so much with his ability to track down his true origins and defeat whatever comes in his way that their desperate attempt to stop him lead to further tampering with the Noosphere, creating anomalies from which the first shipgirls and Abyssals might appear. Since the Noosphere exists because of humanity's mental energies, it was a simple matter to assume that the idea of Warships having spirits might influence it and vice versa.
Why Chervona Ukraina specifically?
Because it's Ukraine, duh. My choices for ships specifically connected to the short-lived Ukrainian republic seemed to include a disarmed armored cruiser, an incomplete battleship, and this Cruiser, which was temporarily controlled by the Ukrainian state while still under construction.
I want to see [X OC archetype] or [X named regular human character] because you can't have a Kancolle fanfic without them!
No, you can. Self-absorbed as they are, the SB Kancolle fanfics thread kool kids klub/edge police is onto something when they say that fanfic writers can't just reuse the same well-trod concepts from 5 years ago.
Where are those alternate models depicted in the screenshots from?
The HD models addon and it's port to the first game. A must-have wherever you can. The original armor models have a unique style, but they really show their age after 13 years.
This doesn't match up with Shadow Of Chernobyl's exact plot structure!
What, the part where every faction in game has already charged into Red Forest right after you exit the bunker, to the point that people are relaxing around campfire nearer to you while fighting further away? Sorry, but artistic licence overpowers video game logic.
[X Gun] isn't actually in the game!
It honestly makes more sense for these irregular factions to have little standardization beyond dress sense than the in-game experience of all bandits carrying the same sawed-off shotguns and AK74U's. This is why I enjoy weapon overhaul mods so much. People would be bringing all manner of guns to The Zone in reality.
Will you add my favorite romping grounds from Immersive True Zone Experience One-Hit Death Mod #27 if you continue this?
I'll pay heed to the in-game map as I see fit. Everything else is artistic licence. There are a few recurring locations I've enjoyed exploring...when I could reach them. Stalker mods are a mixed bag. Narordanay Solyanka and all it's offshoots has that dark and claustrophobic flashback sequence I could never get through which basically locks you out of the rest of the game, Demosfen crashed when I tried to loot my first kill, New Arsenal 6 has some extra program to get the English translation working that won't start, and NLC 3.0 started out as a poorly-translated pain in the ass.
StrelokXGangut OTP when?
Go commit bullet swallow.
Your references to Strasserism and people laughing at the idea of being Nazis Trigger me! Why are they in the story?
1. Then my work here is done.
2. Let me put it like this: Duty=Authright. Freedom=Libleft. It is no stretch to imagine that beyond the core of ex-military personnel, Duty might be full of radicals united less by the prospect of neutralizing the zone and more by the chance to kill Libtards. And Money.
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