Outpost: Rise of the Spetsnaz Page #2

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more a housekeeping measure.

If they are to continue

our finance, Berlin...

must see regular progress.

The serum is purely medicinal.

It conditions, prepares the body,

stimulates certain nerve centers.

But the Chamber...

that is a work of

Promethean fire!

Herr Klausner, subject

EK-8 is in the Chamber.

Initiate sequence on my signal.

Firing!

- Powersidence stabilized to ready.

- Running.

Multiple trials.

Many different combinations

and calibrations.

I'm afraid we're still burning

out too many neural pathways.

Which is depressing...

Because...

As we all know...

A good soldier must

always obey his orders.

Core temperature at

25 percent power.

Core temperature at 50 percent.

Core temperature at 55 percent.

Core temperature at

90 percent power.

Uber powers optimization.

Of course...

The are a few other kinks we

need to iron out as well.

But luckily...

we have fresh meat

for the grinder.

Guard!

You want monsters?

I'll show you f***ing monsters.

I admire your courage.

But you're too valuable to us.

After all, we need to see if that

serum mixes with your pig's blood.

The delinquents,

penal conscripts, I

understand that.

But you...

I wonder...

What brings a man like you here?

Your superiors,

they saw something in you.

A soldier. A man who

loves to fight.

- To win.

- The most dangerous kind.

But this war...

It doesn't need knights,

it needs revolutionaries.

Because, make no mistake.

This...

This...

is a revolution.

A machine...

that could make men immortal...

And move armies in

the blink of an eye.

Just think of the lives

that we will save.

Is there any price

too high for that?

That our generation...

might be the last to die

on the battlefield?

So all the rest can live

under your tyranny.

The cynic! Of course.

After all, what would a man

like you do with eternal peace?

And yet,

I've seen how you

care of your men.

How you love them, as

you would your sons.

How you would you do anything...

to reverse their fates

and spare their lives.

Not anything.

Don't you see?

With this technology...

Mankind could rival

God, Himself.

Man is bad enough as an animal.

What?

I said...

I don't know what cursed thing your

mother f***ed under a full moon, but...

She owes us all an apology.

A better man would have

flayed you for less.

Or he would have died trying.

Damn you! Guards,

bring the other one!

Maybe you haven't noticed, but

dying isn't what it used to be!

March!

- Fyodor.

- [????]

Herr Klausner, subject

EK-9 is in the chamber.

Initiate sequence on my signal.

Fire.

Powersidence stabilized to ready

You know, sometimes...

It almost sounds like music.

Core temperature at

25 percent power.

Core temperature at 50 percent.

Core temperature at 55 percent.

Secure him!

Don't shoot. Nurse,

tranquilize him!

- You can test him for endurance later.

- Yes, sir.

Go! Go, go, go!

Seems your subordinate has

quite the vicious streak.

At least his insides are

still on the inside.

I want him kept under

observation...

and him under lock and key.

[ German ]

March!

Watch out!

Snell! Snell!

One of the Soviets

survived the chamber.

- The giant slayer?

- No, the other one.

You should see him.

That bullet wound is

practically healed.

- They must be close then.

- Let's hope not.

Because you know who's first in

line the minute they succeed.

What?...

Let's take a look.

[ German ]

...mission...

This is "Thor's Hammer" calling

Konev command. Come in. Over.

"Thor's Hammer" calling Konev command.

Come in. Over.

F***!

Konev command, come in. Over.

F***.

[ German ]

Alarm!

My arm... you broke my arm!

I prefer even numbers.

You are...

F***!

[ Yelling in German ]

Fyodor, Fyodor,

can you hear me?

How do you feel?

- Like a sunrise.

- Good.

I've set men on fire that

look happier than you.

I tried to call command, but

I couldn't get through.

Not that they'd believe

me even if I could.

Looks like we're on

our own, Fyodor.

Same as always.

Please, no!

Time for a taste of

your own medicine.

Help me!

We wait.

Wait. Go back.

In there.

I can feel it,

growing inside me.

We cannot let this place,

these things die with us.

Tell me, Fyodor, how is it that

the Red Guards stays alive, huh?

By killing their enemies.

And how does a Russian

Guard kill his enemies?

Without mercy.

Bullet to bullet, bone to

bone, like soldiers, huh?

Good...

So let's go slaughter

some f***ing Nazis.

I want them both crushed.

And would someone kindly...

shut off that f***ing noise!

Let's tuck these bastards

in for the night.

Attention!

Shoot him!

Always outnumbered,

always outgunned.

Just the way we like it, huh?

Fyodor!

Come on Death, you f***!

F***ing crazy Nazis.

Stupid fucks!

Fyodor...

Well, I would be much more

useful if I could see.

Move!

Fyodor!

Yeah.

Keep moving, I'll be

right behind you.

Go!

Here, kitty, kitty.

Please. Please!

You're not well!

I know,

and the gun is heavy.

Here...

Let me rest it.

I've checked it.

It only goes down.

Between a hammer and an anvil.

- At least they stopped shooting.

- Yeah, but trouble never comes alone.

- I think we need a diversion.

- No.

The American said that

there was another way out.

There must be air ducts

or ventilation shafts.

All we have to do is find them.

Move! Now!

Git me Klausner, now!

Let the subjects

at level 6 free.

Understand, Doctor,

these men are saboteurs.

They cannot escape. They would

destroy the whole place!

So, please, I'm asking,

open the f***ing cells!

Fyodor?

Fyodor!

Fyodor...

What's happening to you?

"War isn't meant

to be survived."

- Isn't that what he said?

- "Only at Yalta."

He got that right.

This place?

What are these things?

Sh*t!

- I think we need that diversion after all.

- No, we go though this together.

Dolokhov, I would have followed

you through the Gates of Hell.

But now... you follow me.

Dolokhov, get out of here. Go!

Kill whatever comes out.

Strasser!

- Your kind will not win the war.

- No one will win this war.

And men like you can

play God all you like,

but it will always be a

peasant who digs your grave.

Now he's ours!

They who have been, will

never be forgotten.

Salekhard, RUSSIA - PRESEN - Do you mind if I take a seat?

- Not if you take it somewhere else.

Drink alone or drink for free.

Nothing is free.

And you're never alone

when you're surrounded...

by the ghosts of your comrades.

I'll take your word for it,

but the way we hear it, you

had a pretty good war.

Good wars exist only

as lies, my friend.

Still fighting,

aren't you, even now?

Bitter to the last.

- The Russian way.

- Maybe so.

Then again, maybe it's

true what they say.

That old soldiers never die.

I heard such a

rumor once before.

Really?

That sounds like a story I

would very much like to hear.

I am not drunk

enough for stories.

Allow me to remedy that.

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Then a line by line English transcription by ear.

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