Fallout the metros now betaed! thank you Wolf Geyson! here we go next chapta
"Hey wake up." A hand shaked me awaked. I stood up and stretched with a yawn.
"We there yet?"
"Yes, look out the window." I did just that. "Wow."
The city was chocked with clouds with tall, gray buildings, poking up from the clouds the ground that could be seen was caked in snow.
"How can any one live in that?" remembering what the NCR often said about wishing for a nuclear winter.
"We don't, we live under it, sheltered from the snow and poisons remember."
"Yes I do." I leaned closer to the glass.
"What is that?" I said as I saw a black object with orange lights on it. I turned to face Aleksey when he started to speak
"That's the home of the Dark Ones. One of the greatest threats to humanity in the metro."
"What are they?"
"Homo Novus, the next stage of human evolution. They evolved from humans exposed to vast amounts of radiation we think."
"Wouldn't that turn them to ghouls?"
"The things in Searchlight? Seems not."
"Have you ever tried to wipe them out?"
"Once, we got so close."
Stepan spit on the floor "God Damn Artyom and his choices may he forever roast in hell!"
"who?"
Before I got a answer the plane shook and rattled, I looked at a window and saw a long stream of bullets fly by the window.
"Were being shot at!" the intercom flared.
"What?" Aleksey asked "how far from the air port?" The plane shook "too far! Engines are on fire! Were going down." the plane dropped rapidly.
"Christopher!" Alkesey handed him a gas mask "If we get separated go underground, deep underground, get to the metro as fast as you can! Then find a station and get to Polis!"
I slipped the gas mask on and nodded.
The plane started to spin and fell into the ground, it left wing crashed into a building, sending flames everywhere the place shock and smashed into the ground, skidding and spinning across the ground.
My seat belt broke and I smashed into a wall and blacked out.
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"Hey whoz this clown?" a voice said, I faded in and out of consciousness. I was laying on the cold ground half in a snow drift.
"Don't know, Let see what hes got." I felt a pair of hand reach though the many, (many) pockets I had.
"Holy crap! Georgiy! This guy has some nice shit!" He pulled the 50cal rifle off my back and the 9mm sub-machine gun from a side pocket.
"and a lot of bullets!" the other said as he went though my back pack.
I took a breath , my mask was cracked and some air got in and I had a coughing fit. The two looter laughed and I faded out again.
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I don't know how long I lay there, in the cold ground. My body just refused to move and I kept fading in and out. My filter gave out on me, the cold toxic air blasted my system awake like cold water.
I coughed and gasped for air, a voice then echoed in my head.
"You are different." it seemed to echo and reverberate like it was in a cave, or a tunnel.
"You are not of this land." it was a tickling on the back of my skull.
"Who are you?" the voice asked I spoke between sputters for air.
"Christopher, Jacey, please," I coughed loudly and stretched my hand up to something. I was too half blinded to see, "help me."
The last I remembered was a three fingered hand grabbing my arm.
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I came to on a bed, clean-ish from what I could feel, same could be said for the cotton blanket, I opened my eyes, I was blinded by the lights I held my hand in front of my eyes as they adjusted, the lamps weren't bright but my eyes were still blinded.
I tried to sit up, and finally got it right on the third time.
The room spun around a little as I got used to sitting. I looked around. The hospital was filled with beds in the concrete room each bed sequestered off from the others by curtains. I looked at my self simple cloth pants and shirt. I put my feet down and tried to stand, stumbling a bit, but seceding I took a few steps then a couple stretches like Mitchael said to do when I got shot in the head.
After feeling a bit better I was about to look around when a sudden squealing of metal wheels went followed by pounding footsteps. A hospital gantry rushed by doctors surrounding it as it went by they quickly moved him to a operating table I assumed for stitches, Judging by the amount of blood on the floor.
A doctor was close behind them when he noticed me, took me half a second to figure out he was speaking Russian, luckily the first word was a curse word so had no value.
"Yebat! What the hell are you doing up!" He rushed over and forced me down on the bed.
"doc I feel fine!" I said he took a flash light and shone it into my eyes to check for a concussion "I'll be judge that." Be said as he looked me over.
"Dear god, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I feel fine, little woozy but fine."
"Seeing as how you were half dead, and out for a day your in no state to judge that!" After a half hour he sighed "well you check out." He said.
"Well now what?" I asked
"That's what Station Commander Servanstyan wants to know."
"What does he want?"
"Dear god, you have the worst Russian I've ever heard!"he put his hand over his ears "it's giving me a head ache! When did you learn it last week?"
"Three days ago truly." I said and the doctor gave a me a odd look. That's when three men walked into my cube of curtains.
Two held Chinese assault rifles, the third did not though, he had pistol on his belt and a double barreled shot gun across his back.
"I am Servanstyan the station Commander who are you?"
"I am Christopher Jacey."
"Were are you from?"
"Would you believe America?"
Servanstyan nodded "I would, you're the man the plane from Polis was bring back, the Diplomat."
"Observer." I corrected "I need to see the Metro to make a view of it and send to NCR so they can make a decision I need to get to Polis was it?"
"Yes, that's the capital of the Union. But you don't know the first thing about the tunnels, not even what we teach the children." he said with a frown. "You would get torn apart."
"Why does every one say that?" I almost yelled as I stood up "what the hell makes a Nosalise worse then a Night Stalker? I can take what ever shit the tunnels can take with some proper clothing," He gestured to him self "my pip boy and a gun."
"you're what?"
"Pip boy." I pointed to my wrist "a hand held computer, I assume the looters took it?"
"No, that hand had frost bite on it so I assume it was in a snow drift and they missed it." the Doctor walked over to a small metal box on a table and lifted it out and handed it to my I put it on rapidly.
"Thanks, now the clothing and gun."
"Our Armory is fully stocked, though you have to pay for your equipment, damn greedy bastard." he hissed "and you're clothing is in the box, where we put all you personal items. Do you need money?" Servanstyan said
I reached into the metal box and pulled a thick bag of caps out "nope." I said with a smile.
"Good then." I put on the armor over the cotton clothing I had. The Combat armor was made to breath in the desert heat and from what I saw of the surface I would freeze in it.
I turned to face Servanstyan "thank you for everything." I put my hand out and he took it "no problem anything to help the union. By the way you were brought to the Station by a women she's currently in the bar said you would wake up today, damn I owe her fifty bullets." Servanstyan said.
"Thanks, I have some questions for her."I stood up and slid the helmet over my head and walked out of the hospital
The station was small filled with wooden buildings and I worked my way though the crowds, getting some odd looks due to my combat armor. It was crowed and reeked of humanity, sleeping, eating everything humanity does.
I stepped around some men haggling over a pig and stepped on to a old beggar.
"I'm sorry." I said as I tossed a couple caps into his hat, as I walked away, I heard him gave a odd curse after me, what did I do, I gave him a couple caps what more did he want? I made my way to the armory asking for directions twice before I got there.
I turned into the small alcove past a pair of men with sub-machine guns and moved into the stations armory.
The walls were filled with high caliber death, sub-machine guns, Chinese assault rifles, and something I did not even know what to call.
"Hello there, looking for some weapons? Won't find better in the whole metro!" the guy said with a smile.
"Ya, what's one of those?" I pointed to a sub-machine gun, I never bothered to learn the name of the damn thing. As I had bigger things on my mind.
"Sub-machine gun, 5.45 caliber." he took it off the rack and handed it to me "poor accuracy and over heats like hell. That's why we call it a Bastard."
"That, and its made from pipes and the parts of three other guns, so its a Bastard of parts."
"Huh never thought of that." the merchant said with a shrug "anyway," he slide five clips filled with dirty bullets on to the table. "that be 290."
That cheap? I shrugged and put a small bag of 300 caps on the table "keep the change I said as I pocketed the weapon and bullets and walked out.
"Wait a minute!" a voice behind me said and the body guards grabbed my arms.
"Hey whats the meaning of this?"
"You think you could trick." the merchant walked up sputtering in anger.
"I paid you!" I said back
"IN BOTTLE CAPS!" he said as he shoved the bag into my face.
I cursed inside of course they don't use bottle caps, they live across a ocean!
"Umm, oops?" I said with trying a smile
"Ya oops, now if I can get my bullets?"
"Bullets? I don't have any." the merchant tried to punch me in the gut, try as my body armor stopped it and he came out with a bruised knuckle.
His guards fixed it with a punch to my skull. I yanked sideways to escape but got another slug to my face."
"What's going on here?" the two guards stopped hitting me and turned to face the man who spoke, who thankfully was the station master.
"What's going on here?"
"This bastard tried to pay me with bottle caps!" Servanstyan looked at me.
"I thought you said you could pay?"
"I could if we were in the Mojave, I didn't think that you did not use bottle caps."
"Bottle caps?"
"Why else would I carry nine hundred of them with me?"
Servanstyan thought about it. "Let him go."
"But he owes me 290 bullets!" Servanstyan drew a piece of paper from his belt and wrote something out and he handed it to him.
"Take this to the treasurer, he will pay you the amount."
The merchant looked at it and his eyes bulged "320 bullets?"
"You want less?" he said and the merchant skittered off like a bug.
The guards handed me back the Bastard and I still had the ammo pocketed.
"Thanks." I said.
"Just don't get into any more trouble." he said with a sigh and walked off unsure what the hell to do with me. I looked my options over and decided I had a women to see.