Deep within the confines of the city, a dead crack between two long-abandoned buildings was violently brought to life with a burst of purple radiation and electricity. From it, waves of a brown dust were spewed in all directions, forming a torrent of grainy, dull murk. Emanating from two small points within this dust, however, were two opposing colors -- blue and red. They were at first very faint, but then got launched from within the portal in similar directions down the junk-filled alleyway. One appeared to be a gray silhouette of a man with a large pack fixed upon his back, the other a black orb with countless tendrils jutting out seemingly haphazardly from its body. The portal closed shortly after their ejection, returning the alley back to its formal darkness. Each reside on the floor for several minutes before the man quickly shot up from his rest, grabbing at the rifle he had expected to find on his pack -- yet his hand closed around nothing. He quickly finds it resting on the cold concrete next to him instead. It being enveloped within his arms, he clicks on a very bright LED light attached to his shoulder, and glances around from behind the glowing blue visor concealing his face.
Enter Pyotr Abakumov.
After appearing to understand his position, Pyotr took a moment to swear at the top of his lungs, stomping the ground. Returning to his usual stoicism, he glances around, and his view fixates upon his partner (of sorts) on the ground next to him. The man grabbed hold of one of the antennas attached to it, and strenuously lifted up the machine. He rotated it around to be slightly surprised that its eye was still glowing.
"<:: Have we finally died? ::>" An entirely unnatural, robotic voice spoke from the sphere.
And enter, uh... UVUB-1, too.
"Not yet." Pyotr responded, his voice slightly muffled from behind the hazard suit that covered his entire body. He took another look around, continuing "This doesn't look like a Gaz city, hell, I've never seen anything like this before. The last thing I remember was fixing that piece of junk APC, and... Where are we?"
Pyotr looks to the sky at these words, seeing the portal, and recovering some lost memories.
"Oh."