Wawkalak [A. Boryenko/Vostrikov/Open]

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

The recent battles and skirmishes that had stricken the commies In the Halftrack were now taking their toll. There wasn’t much left for them to have held on to. At least now they were in a halftrack and with a new Officer that was leading them. This officer was a bit new with battling with a vehicle but he had been riding it around with patrols, Reinforcing new areas in Russia as they stopped. In the back was a load of ammo, food, and other medical supplies and also, crucial things that would help on the front lines with any place of combat. In the Middle sat around 10 new battle hardened troops that had yet to really seen any harsh combat that they would be dropped into once the halftrack left them there. The destination was Khimki, Russia. From What Aristarkh heard was that the fighting there was going on for weeks after weeks endlessly. He wasn’t prepared at all to go and see this.

Finally towards the front of the halftrack stood a gunner and Aristarkh next to him, underneath the clothe cover. His nerves were now sending him through the roof as he wasn’t sure if there was going to be very fierce fighting there or if it would be at a stand still.

Aristarkh tried calming himself knowing that he would have to brief them somehow about the area they were going to. He didn’t know much about the combat at all but he knew very much about the landscape and that the combat was fierce but he was unsure of how harsh it was and what they were up against. Like always it was the damned Fascist dogs that the Nazi party is.

Clearing his throat Aristarkh sighed and looked at his men. His face was clearly blunt as it was neither scared nor happy to be talking right now. Speaking up Aristarkh finally said All right men can I have your attention quickly so I can brief you on the situation the Head officers have put you into.

Aristarkh took a long pause and looked up out of the gunner hole before motioning for the gunner himself to keep his head low. The area is heavily forested as you can see why the lines of trees that surrounds us now and it is centered by a road, the one we are on right now. The combat here I know is fierce but I myself am unsure of how it is. I can tell you that it isn’t going to be easy to live there nice and peacefully for your stay in the woods. Basically I can not tell you much as I do not want to tell false information but I can not guarantee anything good there. At that I will leave it alone and let you talk amongst yourselves.

A few minutes later the halftrack reared to a stop as Aristarkh could hear some commotion outside. He had a few thing sin minds but finally came to the conclusion that they had arrived to where they were going. After that thought had hit his head some words came from the front of the halftrack from the driver Sir, We are here.

Aristarkh nodded and motioned for the men to leave and take the supplies. Scanning the area he looked for anything that could be a possible officer rest spot so that he could find out about who was in charge of the place. Finally looking at a smaller tent with a wooden desk inside Aristarkh half smiled and walked towards it. He cleared his throat and spoke up Is there anyone inside that could show me to the man in charge?

[Mikhail Vostrikov]

Mikhail walked along the remnants of the road's surface that had been beaten with light indirect fire. His overcoat draped across his arms and his rifle slung across his back. His squad was in tow for the last segment of their transfer. Vostrikov and his men had been moved from Red Company to Green Company just days prior and were in transit to meet up with their new commander. Seemed the Support Company's abilities were needed away from the main of the unit for the time being. The walk wasn't so bad, a far needed stretch after being cramped so much on the train ride they had just departed from. In the distance Mikhail noticed a half-track pass across their path at the intersection. A little bit sooner and we could have caught a ride. but none of the men seemed to really care at the moment. They had seen to many faces fade into the background of the war to worry with meeting any new ones.

"We almost their Serzhant?"[/i] Adrik moaned from behind Mikhail. With reluctance the leader of the small group turned toward the man whilst continuing forward. He said not a word but only looked upon the man for a few moments before turning back towards their route laid underneath them. After another fifty meters or so Mikhail turned back toward Adrik and nodded sharply toward the man then jolted the top of his head toward the intersection. With a small sigh Adrik grabbed his gear tightly and jogged ahead to the intersection. Vostrikov didn't much care what he did when he got there, tried to catch a ride or just took a piss, but it got him moving and not worrying the rest of the squad. If all else failed, should he still be alive when they all arrived at his location then at least it was secure.

In time Adrik made his way to the intersection and after a few moments of looking about he perched himself upon the base of a tree and waited for the rest to catch up. Even from a distance could tell the man was daydreaming heavily and moved his squad from the surface of the road and into the adjacent field. They never sped up, nor slowed down, just kept on their way. The way Mikhail saw it, Adrik would notice they had already moved beyond his location toward their destination and could catch up. That or he'd sit there all night until he realized he was being left. Adrik caught up with the squad shortly before reaching the outskirts of Khimki, slightly out of breath and realizing his place was to be quiet and do as he was told, nothing more. He received a small and brief smirk from Mikhail and the matter was left at that.

Mikhail stopped his men shortly within the town and they littered themselves on a small patio area for a quick meal before continuing the last part of the transfer under Kapitan Sokolov. Mostly stale bread, a small portion of beans and as always, water from where ever they had been fortunate enough to find it. Once they finished they packed up and moved toward the instillation. Didn't look like anything special from a distance, and with every passing step the notion didn't change. Once they were granted entrance Mikhail took a quick glance around before asking several passers by about the Kapitan he was to report to, eventually one had heard of the man and pointed the squad in a semi correct direction. After another game of twenty question Mikhail found himself in what seemed to be the correct room, or hall rather. "Serzhant Vostrikov reporting as ordered sir." he bellowed in a deep voice as he approached the only man in the room with matching rank to the papers he was given. Either he was the right guy or would show Vostrikov the truly proper direction.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post

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The following CP has been issued:

Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko:[/b] 0CP (Deceased/Void)
Mikhail Vostrikov: 4CP

~Danny[/color]