OP Chernobyl Freedom

Freedom

Freedom represents a radical idea: The Zone belongs to everyone.

If you join them, you're not fighting for power or profit – but for access to knowledge, artifacts, and the opportunities the Zone offers. Against oppression, against secrecy, for an open future.

Freedom for the Zone – Fight for an open future

The Freedom faction derived its name from its shared, deeply held core belief: "Freedom for the Zone!"

The anarchically inclined group has only one goal: to make the wonders and achievements of the Zone accessible and usable for humanity. They firmly believe in the open-source concept and see new opportunities for societal development in the conditions created by the power plant accident.

Naturally, their idealism makes them direct adversaries of the military, which, acting on behalf of the state, tries to cover up and confiscate as much as possible.

In the past, valuable artifacts and samples have already been smuggled out of the Zone for civilian research. Under their commander, Hans Reinsch, Freedom is determined to put a stop to the military and its machinery of oppression.

Freedom fighters traditionally work well with stalkers, as mutually beneficial deals often come about. Hans and Nostromus also appear to be old drinking buddies from wartime.

Prologue

Six months ago, Neptune conference room, Brezhnev Barracks Chernobyl

Captain Morosov points his finger at a map of Chernobyl. "Here, here, and there, intruders have been sighted in recent days. Since they've all managed to escape so far, the patrol routes will be changed as follows..."

Like most group members in the conference room, Lance Corporal Michael Hammerbeck's thoughts wander. Since he volunteered for deployment in the Zone with the military, not much of his patriotism remains. Instead, his doubts have grown with each mission as to whether he is truly serving his homeland here.

"Every day we are sent on a manhunt, and at night the faces of those we have caught and executed appear to me. I don't want to understand why we slaughter our own countrymen like this. Most of the time they are alone and poorly equipped. The government is hiding something. Nothing should leave the Zone, no one should report what there is to discover here."

A jerk on the shoulder brings Lance Corporal Hammerbeck back to the conference room. Private Tito winks at him, "Wake up, my friend. Morosov has finished his presentation and ordered the march." A few minutes later, the patrol leaves the barracks grounds.

For hours, the patrol silently moves through the thicket, attentively observing the surroundings. Captain Morosov raises his hand and gives the signal to halt. Not far away, in a ruined building, the patrol leader has spotted a group of hooded stalkers. Silently, Lance Corporal Hammerbeck and the rest of the group fan out and secure the area around the ruin. When three stalkers leave the building with a box, a short whistle sounds. Seconds later, they are surrounded and look into numerous rifle barrels. "Please don't shoot," pleads one of the hooded figures. "We are unarmed." Morosov steps forward and takes documents from the box. "PSI-waves and their effects on the human psyche." With a contemptuous gesture, he throws the documents into the face of the stalker leader, who immediately falls to the ground and hastily picks up the papers. "No! This knowledge can help many people!" Morosov turns away and orders expressionlessly: "Shoot them all. And then burn the nonsense." ...but seconds later, no shot has yet been fired. Furiously, Morosov spins around, "How dare you, you are supposed to shoot them!" Lance Corporal Hammerbeck has placed himself in front of the stalkers and speaks with a trembling voice, "No! The Zone is good, the knowledge hidden here must be made public! We can create something better than all this!" The patrol first looks at each other questioningly, then one by one they lower their rifles. With a bright red face, Morosov draws his revolver and points it at Hammerbeck's temple, "One has to do everything oneself here!" A loud bang echoes through the forest. A moment later, Morosov's body slumps lifelessly. A thin wisp of smoke escapes from the muzzle of Tito's carbine. "For our freedom! For the freedom of knowledge! For the freedom of Chernobyl!!!"

Dress code

Uniform in 5-color Flecktarn.

Plate carriers and other equipment in Flecktarn or Olive.

Armament

To the weapons list

Commander Hans Reinsch

Nobody knows exactly when and how Hans Reinsch entered the Zone. It is known that he is here because he had conflicts with state authorities in his homeland, somewhere in the Alps. Enough to make himself unreachable in the Zone.

After initially pursuing a more criminal path, he became fascinated by the wondrous events surrounding Chernobyl. He listened to Nostromus's stories on long evenings in the Stalker Bar and spoke with several scientists about the anomalies and artifacts that captivated him so much.

Added to this was his total aversion to oppression and cover-ups by the state, and he joined the then-nascent Freedom movement to bring the blessings of the Zone to humanity.

Since he already had a good number of like-minded individuals around him, he soon took over their leadership and was able to achieve some significant successes for the group.

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Epilogue

Commander Mikhail Kulik eyes Michael Hammerbeck’s arrival at the customs house suspiciously. As agreed, he, too, has only five armed men with him, in addition to his bodyguard, Maverizski. During their last encounter, the leader of the Freedom group had tried to set a trap for him with a Ural truck. But who can blame Hammerbeck for deserting a few months ago? Captain Morozov was a sadist, and in truth, Mikhail Kulik himself is glad that Hammerbeck eliminated him back then. Anyway, it’s the first attempt between the military and Freedom to find an amicable solution for the experimental weapon. Who knows if and how it even works?

Suddenly, the door of the customs house swings open, and a bearded scientist in an orange hazmat suit steps out. “So, there you are. And do you have the parts with you?”

Hammerbeck waves Abu Nossi over, who is carrying a wooden box under his arm. Mikhail Kulik nods briefly, and Vasily steps forward with a silver suitcase.

“Well, well,” chuckles the scientist, “So you want me to assemble the device for you? Alright, I’ll do it – but no weapons in my lab, they make me nervous!”

Abu Nossi and Vasily hand their weapons to their comrades and disappear into the building. Silence… Mikhail Kulik’s and Hammerbeck’s men vigilantly observe the surroundings… watching for any suspicious movement. Suddenly, screeching tires behind the customs house!!!

Mikhail Kulik and Hammerbeck rush into the building. In one room, Abu Nossi and Vasily lie unconscious on the floor with lacerations on the backs of their heads. Beside them, an empty box and an empty suitcase. “What the devil…” Kulik snarls, “I should have known you can’t trust a deserter. Once a traitor, always a traitor!” Hammerbeck shoves Kulik in the chest. “How dare you! You took the weapon to use it for yourself! I’m done with you!” He calls his right-hand man, Martini, who shoulders the unconscious Abu Nossi. Together, they leave the room.

Kulik, his face beet red, shouts after him: “Hammerbeck! I will flatten your shabby camp and hunt down every single one of your men. I will turn over every stone and shoot at anything that doesn’t wear my uniform until I have the weapon in my hands!!!”

Meanwhile, at a secret location.

An unknown person enters the room, where a silver table shimmers mysteriously in the dim light. Strange symbols adorn the walls, and undefinable rune-covered objects are scattered on the floor. A man in a black cloak steps out of the shadows, his face hidden beneath a hood. “Do you have what I demanded?” The unknown person opens a bag and places various weapon parts on the table. “Here. That’s all we could take from them.” The man in the cloak mumbles to himself. “Very good, but something is still missing. Listen closely, I have another task for you…”

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