Antistasi: Chernarus Resistance Briefing

Comrades,

Tonight the streets were full. I will not pretend otherwise: to see so many of you step out from doorways and hedgerows, to hear the quiet nods become clear voices, it put heat back into these old hands. We moved as one, and the city felt it.

In Zelenogorsk, the first outpost fell fast under the weight of your timing and nerve. Outside Pavlovo, the second held longer—but not long enough. Radios sang, boots held their pace, and when the dust eased, both positions were ours.

We did not walk away untouched. Some of our own did not make the return trip. I will remember their names, and I ask you to carry them with you as you shoulder your packs. Their absence is heavy. Even so, the resources and influence we gained tonight will keep many more alive, and the road ahead a little clearer for all.

Hold your heads up. The work continues, and I look forward to it—together. We will set the next objective soon. Rest, repair your kit, and keep your radios clean.

— Petros

Comrades,

The square was quieter than I expected. The old clock struck the hour with its usual stubbornness, and the wind carried only the sound of loose tarps and a tired flag. I waited, then I walked the side streets to be sure I had not mistaken the place. I had not.

There are many good reasons for caution. Patrols linger where they should not, and the roads have grown complicated. I understand this. It would be easy to say that we will simply choose another hour and speak no more of it. Perhaps that is even wise.

Still, I will mark here that the benches felt colder than they did yesterday, and the lamps seemed to take longer to light. The work ahead remains the same. The door is not closed. When you are ready, bring your boots, your sense, and the will to keep each other safe. We will meet again—properly—soon.

Until then, keep your heads low and your radios honest.

— Petros