#Lobaev Arms

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Russian soldier with a Lobaev Arms TSVL-8 M5 "Dominator" sniper rifle.

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Lobaev Arms showing off the prototype for a suppressed, remote-controlled rifle

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'Magic Bullet': Russian Gunsmith Tests Hypersonic Sniper Rounds

Sputnik International By Ekaterina Blinova September 19, 2023 Lobaev Arms, a Russian producer of long-range high-precision rifles, has started to test a “hypersonic bullet” capable of piercing a target instantly and effectively.Hypersonic sniper rounds capable of reaching speeds of over 1,500 meters per second (m/s) are now being tested in Russia, Vladislav Lobaev, founder and head of the Lobaev…

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Российская компания начала серийный выпуск импортозамещенного снайперского патрона .408 CheyTac

Российские компании продолжают проводить импортозамещение в военной сфере, заменяя необходимые для производства западные комплек��ующие отечественным. Проводится такая работа и с патронами западных калибров для снайперского оружия, которые ранее выпускались исключительно на зарубежных предприятиях. Российская оружейная компания Lobaev Arms объявила об окончании работ над российской версией снайперс... Читать дальше »

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Sergey Aksyonov, the Kremlin-appointed governor of annexed Crimea, has created his own private military company called Convoy and headed by Konstantin Pikalov (call sign: Mazai), a former Wagner Group leader whom publication Vazhniye Istorii (Important Stories) called Evgeny Prigozhin’s right hand man. Meduza summarizes Vazhniye Istorii’s reporting on the group, its origins, and its links to both Wagner Group and official Russian military structures.

Convoy is a new paramilitary organization and its eponymous Telegram channel was created in November 2022. In addition to calls to join the group, the channel publishes texts about “a strong, Orthodox Russia,” “Ukrainian satanists,” “the victorious nation,” as well as conspiracy theories. 

A former member of the organization told Vazhniye Istorii that formally, Convoy is an army combat reserve whose members sign two contracts — one with the private military company, and another with Russia’s Ministry of Defense. The former Convoy fighter said that while he was with the group, he earned almost 200,000 rubles (around $2,588) a month, and commanders earned 300,000 rubles ($3,882). The group promises land “in Crimea or Abkhazia” to anyone who serves for a full year.

He says he signed on with Convoy when the group had just formed, at which point it consisted of about 300 people. At the moment, Convoy is reportedly located in the Kherson region, which neighbors Crimea.

Convoy’s training grounds are “in the village of Perevalne,” in Crimea, writes Vazhniye Istorii, citing information gleaned from texting with a Convoy volunteer. The same village houses an educational center where people can learn to use Lobaev sniper rifles, which Convoy also uses. 

The former Convoy member told journalists that the group has a sniper unit. When he was with Convoy, he says, it employed five snipers.

In March 2023, the Russian state-owned television network Crimea 24 aired reporting about a professional military unit formed by the governor of annexed Crimea, Aksyonov. That report said Aksyonov regularly visits “the unit’s positions at the front.” Not long before it aired, Convoy’s Telegram channel ran a video clip showing Aksyonov inspecting Convoy positions.

In February, Olga Kurlayeva, an employee of the All-Russia State Television and Radio Broadcasting Company (VGTRK), visited Convoy positions. Her report called the paramilitary group an “assault-intelligence unit.” The propagandist enthused about Convoy’s dugout, saying “I’ve never seen such a fortification: a whole apartment building underground. Their equipment is brand new, they’re armed to the teeth.”

According to Kurlayeva, the Russian-appointed governor of Crimea finds extra-budgetary funding sources to keep the group supplied with provisions, equipment, and weapons. She says the group has its own electronic intelligence and heavy equipment, including T-80 and T-90 tanks.

A former member of the group told Vazhniye Istorii, “In terms of material support there are no problems. We got bulletproof vests, helmets, goggles, gloves, balaklavas, raid backpacks — everything. Three sets of things.”

Kurlayeva’s report also showed Convoy’s commander to be a servicemember with the call sign Mazai. Journalists recognized him as Konstantin Pikalov, a Wagner Group supervisor in Africa. The research group Bellingcat and journalists at Der Spiegel and The Insider called Pikalov a key figure in Prigozhin’s “Africa project,” which included political, commercial, and military work in several African countries. The VGTRK reported noted that Mazai “worked in Madagascar and the Central African Republic.”

Pikalov is legally listed as the chief of a Cossack Society, Convoy. That society founded the Convoy Military Security Company, which contracts with mercenaries, according to Vazhniye Istorii.

The Cossack society’s cofounder is Vasily Yashikov, a self-styled Cossack blogger who allegedly beat up Navalny supporters at a 2018 rally in Moscow. He told VGTRK that one of his ancestors had been the personal bodyguard of the Empress Maria Feodorovna. He told Vazhniye Istorii that the private military company had been named in honor of the imperial convoy, but declined to answer the publication’s other questions.

“This is Aksyonov’s private military company, but the entire command is former Wagner Group employees. They’ve all known each other a long time,” a former Convoy mercenary told Vazhniye Istorii.

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Rifles rusos precisión Lobaev

Rifles rusos precisión Lobaev

Lobaev Arms es una empresa rusa de producción de rifles de precisión. Es miembro de Lobaev Corporation, que está formada por la Oficina de Diseño de Sistemas Integrados (Конструкторское бюро интегрированных систем, КБИС, KBIS), Lobaev Arms, Lobaev Ammo, Lobaerels Robot. Historia Vladislav Lobaev se graduó en la Universidad Estatal de Moscú. Fue un ávido tirador de banco después de aprender el…

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It had been a fairly routine affair, given Arch's glitched portal cubes had led him to actual, genuine, biblical hell. But given his usual escapades, he figured he could still make some use of it, even if his form seemed to change when in this firey landscape. He had been wandering around for a day when he happened upon the hotel, both famous and infamous among the people he was sharing a circle with.

As he approached, he had spotted some fellow ne'er-do-wells trying to vandalise outside of the grounds.

"Not a great look if you can't even keep the road outside unkempt, eh?" He thought to himself as he tried in vain to reason with the hooligans, who quickly opened fire. Arch had managed to get back some cover and was returning fire with a rather large rifle, a Lobaev arms SVLK-14S sniper, codenamed 'Twilight'. Despite it being a single shot rifle, his wrist bandolier had survived the trip and he was returning fire with worrying speed as if the weapon were almost semi-automatic.

"I'm kind of fucking busy, honey! I'll tuck you back in when these fucks quit giving me problems!" He shouted back between hell-shaking shots.

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It had been a while since Angel had had a day off work, and he planned to squeeze every last drop of relaxation out of these twenty-four hours as he could. Having hit the town in an attempt to drown out the misery of the day, he had collapsed into bed in the early hours of the morning in an intoxicated haze, thinking of nothing but the blissful sleep he would have knowing tomorrow was his own. He could stay in bed all damn day if he wanted to, just him and Fat Nuggets, snoozing peacefully with nowhere else to be.

That was the plan, anyway. Or so it had been, until an unholy cacophony in the form of multiple gunshots, screams, and the various gruesome sounds of a fire-powered brawl had rudely interrupted his well-earned rest. The ten seconds between him waking up and storming over to his window to witness whatever brutal massacre had disturbed his slumber were enough time for the spider to go from zero to one hundred.

A glance outside the window showed the suspected carnage, as well as a single gunman who appeared to be defending the hotel from... well, whoever they were, it would be a long time before they regenerated back to their old selves. Still, who the fuck staged a mass-murder at - he glanced to his bedside clock - ten in the morning?!

"Hey!" Angel yelled at the top of his lungs. "Do ya fuckin' mind?! Some of us are tryin' ta sleep! Can't ya save the slaughterin' til at least afta' lunch?"

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DVL-10 M1 sample 2017

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Полуавтоматическая снайперская винтовка ZOV под патрон 308win.

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Field Test Of Russian Sniper Rifle – Weapon Used By Putin Security Team The Russian made Lobaev DXL-3 is a formidable piece of kit. It's the sniper rifle of choice for the security teams of Vladimir Putin, President of Russia.

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LOBAEV Arms - SVLK-14S TWILIGHT

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Aranea Oculo (POTW SOLO)

OOC Note: This solo features both the effects of Carach Neurotoxin and specific hallucinations described in the POTW entry. Though several other author’s player characters “appear” in this solo, Adam’s perceptions aren’t trustworthy after the initial paragraphs. 

sorry its so rambly, kitschy and long 

Possible Triggers: Arachnophobia, Sibling Death (The Vural Sisters), Eyes

The red tinged sun filtered down through the trees, the unrelenting heat of its gaze cooking the vine-choked grove of trees in an oven scented by rotting leaves and corpses squirming with spider eggs. Adam, Julio, Louis, and Hasan had been soaked with sweat before their trek even reached the network of Carach dens, the young Hunters being tasked with culling the ever present threat of giant spiders lest their rapid population growth become a threat to the town. Upon finding disfigured corpses of peoples and dogs, grotesquely swollen from the sun’s heat and masses of bulbous spider eggs glistening in their empty chest cavities, the boys knew to look up before skittering shadows dropped down from the forest’s canopy. 

Those without Hunter-schooling tended to underestimate a Carach, only to find bullets and claws glancing harmlessly off the spider’s exoskeleton as the attacker’s ribcages were impaled and popped open like clam shells by long spindly legs. Carach were superficially to mundane trap-door spiders in behavior, and were thus ambush predators that needed to be teased out of hiding. The Hunters at least had the advantage of being able to supernaturally sense where the creature’s were lurking beneath the ground and in the canopy. Most interlopers got no warning before they were dragged down and disemboweled. 

Adam got the unenviable task of throwing slabs of fresh meat towards where the creature hid and running like hell when the enormous spider erupted to the surface, scissoring mandibles dripping with venom. Louis, the young Parisian being the keenest shot in the hunting cadre, would summarily give each spider a taste of his trusty Lobaev Arms SVLK-14S tactical sniper rifle. Such was a Carach’s sheer toughness that this typically only set it off balance, but that gave the others enough time to  begin hacking off it’s deadly sharp legs with their machetes and try to pierce its exoskeleton with specialized nano-alloy stilettos. 

It was dangerous and backbreaking work, and the young Hunters stank with sweat and foul insectile ichor that was made all the more insufferable by the heat. The glade was filled with still-twitching limbs and human corpses stuffed full of eggs that they needed to burn. There'd been a close call when a Carach's burrow given way under Adam and Hassan's feet. They'd been immediately swarmed by biting spiderlings in a crawling frenzy of tiny fangs seeking out any exposed flesh. It’d been a narrow escape and Julio subjected them to an affectionate cussing tirade in Spanish as he plyed them with syringes filled with antivenom extracted  from rare plants back in his Ecuadorian home. 

“Adam….”

Adam looked up from wrapping wound dressing around deep fang wounds to see Athena and Penelope. They wore the familiar dark robes of the lake cult and regarded the Hunter with eyes stitched shut. They answered his horrified questions with sad shakes of the head before bolting off into the woods. 

“Walker, wait,” Hasan asked, attempting to seize Adam as the normally tactically minded young sprint toward the shadowed overhang.  “Wait we don’t know what they actually are!” 

Julio shouted something about “fractoxin” and Adam’s circulatory system, but the footballer was already bursting through the trees, heartbeat like thunder in his temples. 

Athena and Penelope were always a few steps ahead of him, the hems of their black robes fluttering like smoke through the tree line. He begged them to stop, that there were Carach everywhere. But they just screamed in the voices of many people at once, Adam’s mother Leah, his sisters, Dad, his brothers, Lucas, Winn, Kaden, Alain, Nic, Layla, Orion, and so many more. So many voices poured out of the girl’s mouths’ at once but Adam heard each one perfect clarity, begging him to stop the pain, to save them from ever-mounting agonies. 

But Adam couldn’t save them. He couldn't save anyone. He was just a murderer wearing a name he didn’t deserve.

Adam burst into a clearing. A farmstead was overgrown with choking vines, each weighed down with eyeballs that hung like bundles of overripe grapes. The sun stared down, seeming to consume the sky in scarlet fire as if the Earth were hurdling from its orbit. Adam’s heart was pounding like it going to literally burst, seeming to throb in time with the flaring of the glaring sun's tangled corona of burning veins. The fields were scorched and fallow, empty except for a single figure lying among the tilled rows of blackened dirt. 

“Blanche!” 

The rest of the hunting cadre’s voices were faint whispers drowned out by the frantic drumbeat of Adam’s heart as he ignored warnings of “Walker that's not what you think!” to hurtle over rows in the field till he reached where Blanche seemed to lay inert, pale hair stark against the ebon earth. Her hands were marred by familiar sigils that’d been found by the lake months earlier, now written in dried blood. The tears poured from the Hunter’s eyes as the Carach’s fractotoxin wrought havoc on his nervous system, brawny shoulders heaving as he begged Blanche to breathe. 

Beatrice Vural was graceful as ever as she emerged from the farmhouse, burial gown flowing like a silken cloud. She’d lost none of her poise, back erect and naked stump of a neck almost regal. Beatrice carried her own severed head as if it were a bride’s bouquet, expression one of knowing sadness, though whether those bloodless lips held an expression of final despair or a secret hope Adam couldn’t say. Beatrice mouthed a soundless word as if to answer Adam’s pleas and Blanche indeed began to stir. 

Adam’s world became red with pain as Blanche bit deep into his neck, nails clawing at his face. More Blanches rose up from the field like pale-haired crops. Teeth sank into Adam shoulders back and arms as he tried to shove the Blanches away, breath rasping hoarding as his heartbeat keep accelerating. He tried to stagger to his feet but felt tendons tear as teeth pierced deep in grips that yanked ragged bits of meat from him. Adam’s couldn’t see anything or hear any sound beyond his heartbeat. All he felt was the bite of those he’d been too late to save.

Someone yanked him out of the mosh pit of teeth and nails. Orion’s arms were covered with scars and the lacerations of manacles, yet held him strong. Blue fire billowed from Lucinda Vural’s hands, burning away the Blanches’ flesh to reveal bones that were not all human underneath. Kaden cursed Adam’s dumbassery as he shoved the younger Hunter in the car. Nic hit the gas and there was the terrible ripping sound of flesh squelching beneath tire tread. 

Adam’s world darkened as gunshots thundered above the sound of his heartbeat. 

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Rus Sniper Tüfeği ‘‘Emniyetli Mesafe’’ Kavramını Yeniden Tanımladı

Rus Sniper Tüfeği ‘‘Emniyetli Mesafe’’ Kavramını Yeniden Tanımladı. ABD Ordusu tarafından hazırlanan bir rapora göre; yeni Rus keskin nişancı tüfeği, geleceğin muharebe sahasını şekillendirebilir.

Yazar: David Hambling Popular Mechanics, 8 Aralık 2017

Çeviren: Ercan Caner, Sun Savunma Net, 15 Aralık 2017

Halen Ukrayna ve diğer yerlerde görülen yaygın Rus savaş taktiklerinde muharebe sahasında…

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Tod aus Rekorddistanz: Russisches Scharfschützengewehr Lobaev SVLK 14S

Contra-Mag.:Einen IS-Terroristen aus einer Entfernung von vier Kilometern erschießen? Gute Idee! Wenn die Umstände passen, ist das kein Problem für das russische Scharfschützengewehr Lobaev SVLK 14S "Sumrak" (Dämmerung). Aus 4000 Meter ein sicher-präziser Distanzschuss mit einem Scharfschützengewehr – das ist Weltrekord! Von Viribus Unitis Hergestellt wird dieses Scharfschützengewehr von der russischen Firma Lobaev Arms. Lobaev war ursprünglich ... http://dlvr.it/NbF5gB