Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-17969412-20160711064146/@comment-17969412-20160717020638

Unknown Section of the 3rd Korhallian Camp's Headquarters

Nazarov blinked back into consciousness. His eye felt like they burned as he woke up in a dusty section of the headquarters. It didn't take long before Nazarov figured out what happened - a quickly scribbled notice was next to him:

"Due to subordinating actions, you have been relegated to the 4th Guards Penal-Air Wing. All of your rewards have been striped, and you will receive no wages for your duties. Lieutenant-Colonel Gregenko will be your superior officer. You are to follow his orders. The VK will be watching you. Do not fail the motherland further, like you have already done."

General-Commissar Ivan Makarov

Nazarov sighed and stood up. An alarm rang across the base, signalling that his patrol is up.

"Comrade Gregenko."

"Do not 'comrade' me, Nazarov, you liberal, bourgeoisie swine. Get up into the air, and patrol the skies. You are lucky that you are in a 'guards' division - otherwise, you would be flying rustbuckets!"

"Yes...sir."

Nazarov expected nothing better than his experience with his commanding officer. At the very least, he was flying S-88's - not the long-outdated S-11's (Outriders). It didn't go too bad - Nazarov was assigned a relatively 'easy' section of the area to patrol.

Everything changed when his plane arrived at the designated position - a sudden radar contact manifested itself.

"Unknown radar contact detected on the ground," reported Nazarov, "too small to be a proper aerospace ship but too large to be a plane! Awaiting permission, Gregenko."

"Investigate, but do not stay around for too long."

"Da, understood."

Nazarov used the airbrakes to slow his aircraft down. On further investigation, the craft appeared to be of Prometheus origin, and on further analysis, the craft had practically no engine output - making it likely that the craft ran out of fuel.

Nazarov's S-88 soon touched down on the sand, and he got out. He had an emergency MZ-15 sub-machinegun readied, waiting for the first sign of trouble...