Escape (IC; OPEN)

[Cylarn]

(OOC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=219864)

The massive alien mothership floated in the vastness of space, with Earth in the distance. The sleek, silver craft was more intricate and complex than the saucer spacecraft of the 1950s (think of the FO3 Mothership), and various lights blinked as the Greys aboard worked on various parts of the ship. Inside the ship, various cryogenics tubes housed a plethora of "exhibits"; Union and Confederate soldiers, cowboys, Samurai, Templars, Peasants, Police Officers; you name it. Inside a large, metallic, silver room, a large window allowed the occupants to see into space. Various chairs and human items from various time periods were in the room, and a large claw soon brought in the new occupants. The first one was a US Marine from Desert Storm. The Marine wore his "choco-chip" desert camouflage, as his rifle, pistol, LBV, helmet, and other gear was taken by the aliens. Now, only in his fatigues, boots, t shirt, rigger belt, and dogtags, the Marine was dropped into the room. Groaning as he got up, he looked around, fearful as to where he was. The last thing he remembers from Earth was being on patrol, when he and his men were suddenly whisked away by a strange blue light, and then the cold. Oh, the cold was ever-present during his slumber.

Soon, others were brought in, liberated of weaponry.

[St Lucoa]

Sergeant Alexander Commons

The stage was set for a massive battle, the second battle of the Somme. Alexander had time for a quick cigarette, before the bagpipes were played to signal the advance forward. Loading his lee Enfield rifle, Alexander was alerted by the strong burst of sound by the pipes, all the blue bonnets over the border was being played, very fitting as Alexander was Scottish. He claimed up into the parapet and charged forward into the attack. A shell exploded beside him, he unharmed but the blast had bleak him a few feet backwards - he was knocked out.

Alexander awoke in a strange looking room, it was freezing. His rifle and other kit was taken, he seen another man dressed rather oddly, he approached him with caution.

"Awright mate, am going to be straight tae to the point here, is this heaven or wit?"

[Cylarn]

Sergeant Alexander Commons

The stage was set for a massive battle, the second battle of the Somme. Alexander had time for a quick cigarette, before the bagpipes were played to signal the advance forward. Loading his lee Enfield rifle, Alexander was alerted by the strong burst of sound by the pipes, all the blue bonnets over the border was being played, very fitting as Alexander was Scottish. He claimed up into the parapet and charged forward into the attack. A shell exploded beside him, he unharmed but the blast had bleak him a few feet backwards - he was knocked out.

Alexander awoke in a strange looking room, it was freezing. His rifle and other kit was taken, he seen another man dressed rather oddly, he approached him with caution.

"Awright mate, am going to be straight tae to the point here, is this heaven or wit?"

Ross backed up as he looked at the man, staring him over. The guy looked like her was from World War I, but that wouldn't make sense. He should be dead, since it's 1991.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Ross asked, speaking with a Southern accent.

[St Lucoa]

Sergeant Alexander Commons

The stage was set for a massive battle, the second battle of the Somme. Alexander had time for a quick cigarette, before the bagpipes were played to signal the advance forward. Loading his lee Enfield rifle, Alexander was alerted by the strong burst of sound by the pipes, all the blue bonnets over the border was being played, very fitting as Alexander was Scottish. He claimed up into the parapet and charged forward into the attack. A shell exploded beside him, he unharmed but the blast had bleak him a few feet backwards - he was knocked out.

Alexander awoke in a strange looking room, it was freezing. His rifle and other kit was taken, he seen another man dressed rather oddly, he approached him with caution.

"Awright mate, am going to be straight tae to the point here, is this heaven or wit?"

Ross backed up as he looked at the man, staring him over. The guy looked like her was from World War I, but that wouldn't make sense. He should be dead, since it's 1991.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Ross asked, speaking with a Southern accent.

"A came from France mate and by the looks of you, you must came from a mad house, what is that you are wearing?"

Alexander said in a Scottish accent.

[Firstaria]

Daniel fell from his cryotube quite shaken, his uniform as black shirt of fascist still on him. He was still dazed, but he recognized voices that were surely from other countries, since the accent was indeed very strange.

" Porca peste... " he said " what the hell is going on here? " holding his head with an hand in order to calm his nerves down.

[Confederate States 0f America]

Stalingrad 1942
Dimitri was in a boxcar heading out of Stalingrad. The Soviet officials said Dimitri suffered from a complete mental breakdown. If killing Germans makes you mental than the entire Soviet military must be crazy. He was packed in an old boxcar, rather like a sardine. Too many bodies in the car.

Suddenly sirens went off and he could hear anti-air guns blazing. That only meant one thing, German aircraft attacking. Panic filled the car as chaos ensured. Suddenly a big explosion threw the boxcar off the railroad tracks. Dimitri was thrown against the bodies of his comrades. He fell threw the thin plywood sheeting of the boxcar.

Dimitri started falling and falling and falling. But he wasn't falling, he was floating in mid air. A blue light lifted him up towards the sky.

He awoke in a large room his knife, his only weapon, was gone. He saw two blurry figures and approached them cautiously.

"Where am I?" Dimitri said outloud to himself in Russian.

[Cylarn]

Ross backed up as he looked at the man, staring him over. The guy looked like her was from World War I, but that wouldn't make sense. He should be dead, since it's 1991.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Ross asked, speaking with a Southern accent.

"A came from France mate and by the looks of you, you must came from a mad house, what is that you are wearing?"

Alexander said in a Scottish accent.

"My BDU," Ross said. "I came from Kuwait. Last I remember, we had just fought back Hajji, and we were on a patrol, when suddenly some light lifted me up. I never believed in fuckin' Aliens, but looks like I'm a believer now."

Stalingrad 1942
Dimitri was in a boxcar heading out of Stalingrad. The Soviet officials said Dimitri suffered from a complete mental breakdown. If killing Germans makes you mental than the entire Soviet military must be crazy. He was packed in an old boxcar, rather like a sardine. Too many bodies in the car.

Suddenly sirens went off and he could hear anti-air guns blazing. That only meant one thing, German aircraft attacking. Panic filled the car as chaos ensured. Suddenly a big explosion threw the boxcar off the railroad tracks. Dimitri was thrown against the bodies of his comrades. He fell threw the thin plywood sheeting of the boxcar.

Dimitri started falling and falling and falling. But he wasn't falling, he was floating in mid air. A blue light lifted him up towards the sky.

He awoke in a large room his knife, his only weapon, was gone. He saw two blurry figures and approached them cautiously.

"Where am I?" Dimitri said outloud to himself in Russian.

Daniel fell from his cryotube quite shaken, his uniform as black shirt of fascist still on him. He was still dazed, but he recognized voices that were surely from other countries, since the accent was indeed very strange.

" Porca peste... " he said " what the hell is going on here? " holding his head with an hand in order to calm his nerves down.

The two foreign men; Ross recognized their uniforms. One was a fascist, and the other was a Soviet. He looked at them, keeping his distance.

[Confederate States 0f America]

Both of the men looked like military. One man had a uniform similar to the one his father wore in the Great War, but it was different. This man looked too young to have fought in the Great War.

The second man looked strange. He looked military but his uniform was strange. Dimitri has never seen a uniform so bizarre. He looked the strange figure up and down, studying him. He then noticed the strange figure had an American flag on his soldier. He learned, through his training, that while Americans and Soviets are fighting the same enemy; the Americans were corrupt. Capitalism is an evil that must be wiped off the Earth.

Dimitri has not seen an American soldier before. Their uniforms are bizarre. How do they expect to kill Germans in that silly uniform?

"Vy," Dimitri said pointing to the America. "Vy, American?"

[Former Soviet Socialists]

Aistulf was dropped into the room with a large thud. Finally the eternal darkness that engulfed him had vanished. He awoken to find some men in strange dress talking amongst each other. The room was very cold. All Aistulf had on were regular clothes, steel breast plate, and steel helmet. In the room there was a large window. He was mesmerized by what he seen and moved in a zombie-like trance to get a better view. "Are we in the heavens?," Aistulf asked in some kind of ancient Germanic accent. "I am dead? Is my reward? To be placed in this dark, cold cell where I must sit and watch the heavens pass by, never being able to touch it?"

[Jessjohnesik]

Vanessa fell with a grunt. She was very weak, but managed to pull herself up. She saw other people in the strange room. She was dazed, she had no idead where she was. "Where am I? Where...where am I?", she asked and looked at the others. "Who are you people?", she asked as she backed away. The last event she remmembered was going to the facilty balcony for fresh air after working on a new project. She remmembered a bright light and then black. She kept observing the others, they looked strange...very strange.

[Jabalaland (Ancient)]

Fred Hampton
Chicago, Illinois,
December 3rd, 1969

"To my black brothers and sisters of the city of Chicago, it is time for us to demand the process of change. Nearly five years ago we were granted the right to vote the same as the white man, as well as given supposed equal rights by the oh-so loved Federal government of ours. However, where is the progress? Even far north in Illinois, the wounds of repression continue to fester at the black, the native American, and even the Latino in the Barrios. I say no more, no more shall we just 'ask' for change, we must initiate it, demand it from our mayors, our governors, our president. We are a proud, strong people, who are capable of more than simple labor and poverty, let us show them. An educated brother, or a well versed sister are far more powerful a weapon than any gun or "civil" protest. Let us get up, intake knowledge through education, and show the white man we are in fact equals! Arise now, my fellow black man! Let us not adhere to the oppressive doctrines of this soci-" VROOM!

A flashing white light overtook Fred Hampton, followed closely by a chain of frost winding down his spine. There was absolutely zero noise around him, just a bright white light, and feeling of pacification, pure bliss. Suddenly he could hear the chattering of diverse voices, different accents, and surely separate languages. With the flash of a second, it was as if Hampton had been born all over again, dropped into a dark, cold room, inhabited by a variety of characters. Stumbling to his feet, he slowly backed away from the people around him, maintaining a weary eye.

"Wha-what, where am I? Who the fuck are all of you?" he asked, clearly dazed and confused as to his situation.

[Cylarn]

As the Russian attempted to communicate with the American, Ross stared on, looking at the odd individuals. A viking, a girl, and a Black Supremacist had shown up, and the black man began cursing. Ross would attempt to communicate with the man.

"Hey calm down," he said. "None of us know what the fuck is goin' on?"

[Jessjohnesik]

As the Russian attempted to communicate with the American, Ross stared on, looking at the odd individuals. A viking, a girl, and a Black Supremacist had shown up, and the black man began cursing. Ross would attempt to communicate with the man.

"Hey calm down," he said. "None of us know what the fuck is goin' on?"

Vanessa looked at the people. They were 'attempting' to communicate. She asked the guy who looked like a US marine, he looked most mentally stable from her standpoint. "Do you know where we are?", she looked over the others, one was seemingly a russian, another was dressed like a some guy from the 6th century. The others were just as strange.

[Jabalaland (Ancient)]

As the Russian attempted to communicate with the American, Ross stared on, looking at the odd individuals. A viking, a girl, and a Black Supremacist had shown up, and the black man began cursing. Ross would attempt to communicate with the man.

"Hey calm down," he said. "None of us know what the fuck is goin' on?"

Acknowledging the strange group, Hampton began to calm down a bit. "How did we end up here?" he asked, looking around at the figures who were clearly either insane, or from completely different time periods. How could this be possible? Last thing he knew, Hampton was delivering a speech to a couple thousand in urban Chicago, now he was in a strange room, drifting in what was for all he knew, the middle of space. It was all too confusing for him, and he had to sit down to take it all in.

[St Lucoa]

As the Russian attempted to communicate with the American, Ross stared on, looking at the odd individuals. A viking, a girl, and a Black Supremacist had shown up, and the black man began cursing. Ross would attempt to communicate with the man.

"Hey calm down," he said. "None of us know what the fuck is goin' on?"

Acknowledging the strange group, Hampton began to calm down a bit. "How did we end up here?" he asked, looking around at the figures who were clearly either insane, or from completely different time periods. How could this be possible? Last thing he knew, Hampton was delivering a speech to a couple thousand in urban Chicago, now he was in a strange room, drifting in what was for all he knew, the middle of space. It was all too confusing for him, and he had to sit down to take it all in.

"Listen mate, I was aboout tae go over the top at the Somme 1918, you all look like you dress from different time periods, well I will start us off. I'm Alexander Commons, Sergeant serving with the Seaforth Highlanders, I was born in the 1890's, what aboot you people?"

Alexandr looked around for a reply and lit up a cigarette.

[Firstaria]

Daniel had finally cleared his thoughts to see around the most crazy pairs of people ever: Americans, Soviets, people who looked like they were coming from totally another era for their clothes...era...

Wait, this was strange, did one of the guy just said 1890? If this was true, he should be old as hell, not this young! Clearly, there was something strange going on, and it was logical to assume none of them were in the correct time period; as much as time travel would sound stupid in his mind...

Noticing a Nazi in the midst, an ally, he looked at him and said " Hail brother german, do you know what the hell is going on here? Why we are with so many people of other nations? "

[Jessjohnesik]

Acknowledging the strange group, Hampton began to calm down a bit. "How did we end up here?" he asked, looking around at the figures who were clearly either insane, or from completely different time periods. How could this be possible? Last thing he knew, Hampton was delivering a speech to a couple thousand in urban Chicago, now he was in a strange room, drifting in what was for all he knew, the middle of space. It was all too confusing for him, and he had to sit down to take it all in.

"Listen mate, I was aboout tae go over the top at the Somme 1918, you all look like you dress from different time periods, well I will start us off. I'm Alexander Commons, Sergeant serving with the Seaforth Highlanders, I was born in the 1890's, what aboot you people?"

Alexandr looked around for a reply and lit up a cigarette.

Vanessa barely understood the man, but he was right. They could be stuck here for a long time. "It would be a good time to introduce each other...to avoid...umm...conflicts", she told the scot. She looked at the scot "I'm Vanessa Crick, the astrobiologist. I mean...i sent that cryobot to Europa. They did show me on CNN, i think, and on discovery. If this matters, and i think it does- i'm from 2019. I can see that you're not from my age or year...". She stopped, not knowing if the others understood her.

[Cylarn]

Acknowledging the strange group, Hampton began to calm down a bit. "How did we end up here?" he asked, looking around at the figures who were clearly either insane, or from completely different time periods. How could this be possible? Last thing he knew, Hampton was delivering a speech to a couple thousand in urban Chicago, now he was in a strange room, drifting in what was for all he knew, the middle of space. It was all too confusing for him, and he had to sit down to take it all in.

"Listen mate, I was aboout tae go over the top at the Somme 1918, you all look like you dress from different time periods, well I will start us off. I'm Alexander Commons, Sergeant serving with the Seaforth Highlanders, I was born in the 1890's, what aboot you people?"

Alexandr looked around for a reply and lit up a cigarette.

"Gunnery Sergeant Ed Ross, US Marine Corps," Ross said. "I was born in the 1950s, and I was in Kuwait in 1991. This shit is crazy; hell, I didn't even believe in fuckin' aliens. 2019? What the fuck?"

[St Lucoa]

"Listen mate, I was aboout tae go over the top at the Somme 1918, you all look like you dress from different time periods, well I will start us off. I'm Alexander Commons, Sergeant serving with the Seaforth Highlanders, I was born in the 1890's, what aboot you people?"

Alexandr looked around for a reply and lit up a cigarette.

Vanessa barely understood the man, but he was right. They could be stuck here for a long time. "It would be a good time to introduce each other...to avoid...umm...conflicts", she told the scot. She looked at the scot "I'm Vanessa Crick, the astrobiologist. I mean...i sent that cryobot to Europa. They did show me on CNN, i think, and on discovery. If this matters, and i think it does- i'm from 2019. I can see that you're not from my age or year...". She stopped, not knowing if the others understood her.

Alexander looked blankly at the women, "astrobi...what? CNN? Look I haven't a clue wit your talking aboot miss. I'm a soldier in the Great War, it is clear that we are from different time periods"

Alexander took a draw from his cigarette.

He looked at the man who said he fought in Kuwait.

"A fellow soldier I see, tell me if your from the future, how will wars be fought in the future?"

[The Strategic Air Command]

1969, North Atlantic

Major Kong turned the B-52 towards the KC-135 tanker to refuel for the remainder of his patrol route, “This is Streetcar 2-5,” he spoke into the radio, “Moving up to refuel, confirm speed and altitude.”

“Streetcar 2-5, your speed and altitude look good,” the boom operator radioed back, “Go for connect.”

“Streetcar copies,” Kong radioed back. “Alright Ace,” Kong said to his copilot, “Let’s get this square dance over with.” As the bomber moved closer, a bright light filled the cockpit.

2213, Earth Orbit

Kong was dropped out of his pod into the room, still wearing his flight suit, and his lucky Stetson. It took him several seconds to come to, but once he did… “EVASIVE RIGHT! FULL POWER! WE HAVE TO GET ABOVE THE WRECKAGE!” Kong blinked his eyes, and seeing that there were now several people staring at him, Well don’t I feel like a mouse in a rattlesnake nest he thought. Kong straightened his hat and introduced himself, “Major Thomas J. Kong, United States Air Force. Now if somebody would be so kind as to tell me why I was in my bomber about to tank up, and now I’m at some Halloween party.”

[Confederate States 0f America]

Dimitri tried to listen and understand as the strangers talked. It appeared as they were introducing themselves. Dimitri thought he would try too.
"Dimitri Ivanov...Siberia...1916...Soviet Union...Stalingrad." Dimitri struggled with introducing himself. He knew they were speaking English, but he understood little and spoke even less.

[Jessjohnesik]

1969, North Atlantic

Major Kong turned the B-52 towards the KC-135 tanker to refuel for the remainder of his patrol route, “This is Streetcar 2-5,” he spoke into the radio, “Moving up to refuel, confirm speed and altitude.”

“Streetcar 2-5, your speed and altitude look good,” the boom operator radioed back, “Go for connect.”

“Streetcar copies,” Kong radioed back. “Alright Ace,” Kong said to his copilot, “Let’s get this square dance over with.” As the bomber moved closer, a bright light filled the cockpit.

2213, Earth Orbit

Kong was dropped out of his pod into the room, still wearing his flight suit, and his lucky Stetson. It took him several seconds to come to, but once he did… “EVASIVE RIGHT! FULL POWER! WE HAVE TO GET ABOVE THE WRECKAGE!” Kong blinked his eyes, and seeing that there were now several people staring at him, Well don’t I feel like a mouse in a rattlesnake nest he thought. Kong straightened his hat and introduced himself, “Major Thomas J. Kong, United States Air Force. Now if somebody would be so kind as to tell me why I was in my bomber about to tank up, and now I’m at some Halloween party.”

Under the circumstances, Vanessa had only one thing to say- "What year are you from?". She tried to understand where they were and how exactly the got here. Or who got them there.

[Firstaria]

Since everyone was presenting himself, Daniel too did the presentation " Daniel De Simon, Italy, born at the beginning of the '900 and for me this should be the 1938. I'm what your states call a Fascist, and proud to be one!" He said.

"Wait, what is the CNN? and what is USA doing in Kuwait in the 1991? " He though for a moment, then said " Astrobiologist. Sounds like the job of studying biological extraterrestrial life. So, I have to assume we found aliens in the...I mean my future? "

[Former Soviet Socialists]

Aistulf managing to turn his gaze from the heaven began to listen in on the conversation that was being had. "What in Christ's name are you people talking about?," said a confused Aistulf. "How do you make fire like so?," pointing towards the Irishman. "And that smoke? It smells of a donkeys rear!" Just then another man fell from the sky in strange clothing screaming. "CN? Sta-len? Great war? Do you mean against the Romans? I am Aistulf of the Lombards, and we do battle against them also."

[The Strategic Air Command]

1969, North Atlantic

Major Kong turned the B-52 towards the KC-135 tanker to refuel for the remainder of his patrol route, “This is Streetcar 2-5,” he spoke into the radio, “Moving up to refuel, confirm speed and altitude.”

“Streetcar 2-5, your speed and altitude look good,” the boom operator radioed back, “Go for connect.”

“Streetcar copies,” Kong radioed back. “Alright Ace,” Kong said to his copilot, “Let’s get this square dance over with.” As the bomber moved closer, a bright light filled the cockpit.

2213, Earth Orbit

Kong was dropped out of his pod into the room, still wearing his flight suit, and his lucky Stetson. It took him several seconds to come to, but once he did… “EVASIVE RIGHT! FULL POWER! WE HAVE TO GET ABOVE THE WRECKAGE!” Kong blinked his eyes, and seeing that there were now several people staring at him, Well don’t I feel like a mouse in a rattlesnake nest he thought. Kong straightened his hat and introduced himself, “Major Thomas J. Kong, United States Air Force. Now if somebody would be so kind as to tell me why I was in my bomber about to tank up, and now I’m at some Halloween party.”

Under the circumstances, Vanessa had only one thing to say- "What year are you from?". She tried to understand where they were and how exactly the got here. Or who got them there.

After the shock of waking up thinking that they were about to collide with an exploding KC-135 wore off, the gravity of the situation began to dawn on Major Kong. “The year was 1969,” Kong began to remember, “I was in a patrol route off the coast of Greenland in my B-52, Streetcar 2-5 was our call sign, but we called it the Leper Colony. We were about to rendezvous with our tanker, when there was a bright light. Holy Hell! Where’s the rest of my crew? Where in tarnation is the bomber for that matter, we had a payload of two B53 bombs, 9 megatons each. I can’t let them Martians or whoever nabbed us have access to that kind of destructive power, that’s my job.”