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by Bentus » Sat Apr 25, 2015 2:32 pm
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Shyluz » Sat Apr 25, 2015 3:23 pm
Bentus wrote:-snipped-
by Camicon » Sat Apr 25, 2015 3:48 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:*snip*Camicon wrote:*snip*
"Sergeant Tine Lorenzen from the Guard Hussars,"
*snip*
"Money is less of a draw, true. Not compared to facing down the worst from other worlds, instead of our own. One wonders what kind of things we'll be seeing out in the field. I... believe some of us are about to find out, though. Any predictions?"
*snip*
Nothing like an extraterrestrial threat to draw people together, she thought, and she commented on this to Chloe as well.
Country of glowing hearts, and patrons of the artsThe Trews, Under The Sun
Help me out
Star spangled madness, united sadness
Count me out
No human is more human than any other. - Lieutenant-General Roméo Antonius Dallaire
Don't shine for swine. - Metric, Soft Rock Star
Love is hell. Hell is love. Hell is asking to be loved. - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton, Detective Daughter
by Vacif » Sat Apr 25, 2015 4:50 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:05 pm
Camicon wrote:Chloe Hath
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base
Mess Hall
"Good to meet you, Sergeant Lorenzen. Predictions? Well," Chloe swallowed a mouthful of curry, and cleared her throat, "Since the conspiracy theorists have already gotten correct the fact that alien invaders visit our planet, I'm going to give them a bit of credit and guess that they were at least partially right about what they look like. So, classic Grey's with small bodies, big heads, big eyes. Maybe some that are taller and thinner than us. Oh, and some that look like Earth-creatures, but actually aren't." Chloe laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Yeah, it's kind've weird walking around beside soldiers from Russia. You spend so much time posturing at each other, getting yourself ready for a fight that never comes, and now we suddenly have to drop all that and work together to save the planet from alien invaders. I'm going to be a while processing that. How are you handling everything?" Chloe piled some of her curry onto the naan bread, using like a shallow bowl.
by Generailia » Sat Apr 25, 2015 7:31 pm
by Icrum » Sat Apr 25, 2015 8:20 pm
Shyluz wrote:Icrum wrote:-snipped-
Paige Requier,
Chief Engineer
Paige glared at Rogers' team, who had just finished reassembling the port air intake on the VF-1, with a plasma torch. Not noisy in the least, at least not to Paige. But then again, Paige checked the time on her wrist watch, and said, almost yelling over Rogers' furious welding, "I suppose it's a good idea. It is almost dinn--" Paige was suddenly interrupted by the intercom, which was announcing that dinner was served, and it was Indonesian or French. Paige smiled. If the cooks weren't any good, Paige would know it, being French herself. "I suppose we're going to the rec lounge even if we don't want to." She replied to Lizzie. She set the datapad down, and called to Rogers, "Finish the reassembly, then eat. The C&C wants a combat test next time! So hurry the hell up!"
Rogers saluted hastily, "Aye ma'am!" and continued his welding, albeit at a much speedier pace as Paige began to walk out of the loud bay.
Some kind of dessert involving ice cream, hard liquor, and a blow torch
Main wrote:A petition to redesign the flag incites violent riots that eventually destroy the entire nation.
-Ebola- wrote:I don't want to kill you all. I want primates, humans included, to stay around so my descendants will have the same variety of hosts to choose from as I do.
Washington Resistance Army wrote:Not being able to buy an AR most certainly is a travesty.
by Shyluz » Sat Apr 25, 2015 8:31 pm
Icrum wrote:Shyluz wrote:
Paige Requier,
Chief Engineer
Paige glared at Rogers' team, who had just finished reassembling the port air intake on the VF-1, with a plasma torch. Not noisy in the least, at least not to Paige. But then again, Paige checked the time on her wrist watch, and said, almost yelling over Rogers' furious welding, "I suppose it's a good idea. It is almost dinn--" Paige was suddenly interrupted by the intercom, which was announcing that dinner was served, and it was Indonesian or French. Paige smiled. If the cooks weren't any good, Paige would know it, being French herself. "I suppose we're going to the rec lounge even if we don't want to." She replied to Lizzie. She set the datapad down, and called to Rogers, "Finish the reassembly, then eat. The C&C wants a combat test next time! So hurry the hell up!"
Rogers saluted hastily, "Aye ma'am!" and continued his welding, albeit at a much speedier pace as Paige began to walk out of the loud bay.
"Coolio, hey I actually have some questions I wanna ask you. Some more personal ones." Lizzy said whilst walking with Paige. She was flicking her lighter on and off while she was walking, a nervous trait she had. She only did that when she wanted to ask a question that could go either way. Mostly relationship questions.
"Is it okay if I ask you those questions?" Lizzy asked.
by Icrum » Sat Apr 25, 2015 8:52 pm
Shyluz wrote:Icrum wrote:"Coolio, hey I actually have some questions I wanna ask you. Some more personal ones." Lizzy said whilst walking with Paige. She was flicking her lighter on and off while she was walking, a nervous trait she had. She only did that when she wanted to ask a question that could go either way. Mostly relationship questions.
"Is it okay if I ask you those questions?" Lizzy asked.
"Sure, go for it." said Paige, she noticed the lighter, and glanced at it for a moment, recognizing that you either did that when you were nervous, our when you really needed a nicotine fix. She gestured at a nearby vending machine filled with various brands of cigarettes, cigars, and e-cigs, "Smoke?" she asked quizzically.
Some kind of dessert involving ice cream, hard liquor, and a blow torch
Main wrote:A petition to redesign the flag incites violent riots that eventually destroy the entire nation.
-Ebola- wrote:I don't want to kill you all. I want primates, humans included, to stay around so my descendants will have the same variety of hosts to choose from as I do.
Washington Resistance Army wrote:Not being able to buy an AR most certainly is a travesty.
by Shyluz » Sat Apr 25, 2015 9:22 pm
Icrum wrote:-snipped-
by Icrum » Sat Apr 25, 2015 9:39 pm
Shyluz wrote:Icrum wrote:-snipped-
Paige Requier
Chief Engineer
Paige stood for a moment, stock still. What the hell just happened?
"First, my family is mostly politicians, creating lies and deception. I hate politics and aristocracy, and I would rather build something meaningful rather than some web of lies that'll just end up a scandal. Second, ask Rogers, if he says no, do it anyway;to hell with him. Three, sure, what the hell." Paige proceeded to continue walking, oddly pleased at the revelation.
Some kind of dessert involving ice cream, hard liquor, and a blow torch
Main wrote:A petition to redesign the flag incites violent riots that eventually destroy the entire nation.
-Ebola- wrote:I don't want to kill you all. I want primates, humans included, to stay around so my descendants will have the same variety of hosts to choose from as I do.
Washington Resistance Army wrote:Not being able to buy an AR most certainly is a travesty.
by TriStates » Sat Apr 25, 2015 9:43 pm
Vancon wrote:With a short ding, Intercoms throughout the base sprung to life.
''Yellow Alert. Yellow Alert. Small mission in progress. Following operatives, please meet with your given weapons in Hangar Two in ten minutes. The operatives in question are: Spec. Alexander Salamanca with a Sniper Rifle, Sgt. Masato Fukutsu with a carbine, Sgt. Aaron Johnson with an assault rifle, Sgt. Sophie Dieppe with a PDW, led by 2Lt. Hallbjorn Thorsson with a LMG. That is all,''
The voice went as fast as it came, and silence fell upon Athena.
My Past Adventures: After WorldVytautas wrote:There are two kinds of people in this world:
* people giving a fuck,
* people not giving a fuck,
Drink Vytautas, give a NEGATIVE FUCK!The Burning Sun wrote:...you seem to experience what I shall completely non-offensively dub the Triplex, or TriStates Complex - you spend a ton of time crafting a beautiful work of collaboration, and then you mysteriously disappear...
by Camicon » Sat Apr 25, 2015 10:56 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Camicon wrote:*snip*
"Same as you, pretty much. Being with ISAF helps me out a little as far as that goes. Russians are pushing it, though...are there really some of them around here?"
*snip*
"Home away from home is cozy enough, though. Like you pointed out, the food is good, and the facilities are better than most places. I think I saw you at the range earlier; and the swimming pool is heated."
*snip`
*Seems like there're a few people anxious to get in on the action. Maybe after dinner, we can see if there's a group interested in running a drill?"
Country of glowing hearts, and patrons of the artsThe Trews, Under The Sun
Help me out
Star spangled madness, united sadness
Count me out
No human is more human than any other. - Lieutenant-General Roméo Antonius Dallaire
Don't shine for swine. - Metric, Soft Rock Star
Love is hell. Hell is love. Hell is asking to be loved. - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton, Detective Daughter
by West Aurelia » Sat Apr 25, 2015 11:40 pm
_REPUBLIC OF WEST AURELIA_
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by Vancon » Sun Apr 26, 2015 1:05 am
Brusia wrote: "Congratulations on completing your mission, did your team sustain any injuries or fatalities?"
Bentus wrote:“Mon Lieutenant, I’ll start taking the wounded down. Doesn’t look too serious at first glance, but definitely going to be some put out of action for a while.”
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.
Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.
Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour
Shyluz wrote:Van, Sci-fi Generallisimo
by Krytonus » Sun Apr 26, 2015 1:37 am
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by Vacif » Sun Apr 26, 2015 9:19 am
Vancon wrote:Hangar 1
Ooster
Lt. Marloes de Ruyter
The Lieutenant climbed down the ramp into the clusterfuck that was people moving around. Some people were leaving with haste, others were just taking their time. She was one of the latter, and slowly went down and out. People were coming to the aid of others, and all that was going on in her head was that she wanted a bite to eat and some sleep.
A decently sized man with black hair had approached the Lieutenant as she stood staring blankly into space.Brusia wrote: "Congratulations on completing your mission, did your team sustain any injuries or fatalities?"
She looked down at the doctor from the ramp and gave him a small smile.
''Thankfully, not that many. As you can see, we have a reasonably serious injury on our assault, one Valentin Ivanov, who needs excellent attention. He got one of, if not the, first kill on the mission. Apart from getting shot, he was having a good run. Our scout was ran into by a Beta, and his gun got smashed in half. He was out for a bit, but he came back. I think there might be some kind of brain damage, but I'm no doctor. Then you've got the usual strain of muscles, little cuts and bruises that are on all of us. Do check on our infantry duo, since the elder one, Sgt. Flint, got into a scuffle with a Gamma and our little recruit most certainly has some psychological damage. He wasn't doing so good during the mission, but he's got potential,'' said the Lieutenant.
''Most luckily, there wasn't a fatality on our side. We've brought home some gifts for you medics though, but you'll have to share them with the scientists,'' said de Ruyter as she pointed behind her with her thumb. Inside, there were the corpses, or at least, what was left, of the aliens that had been encountered. These bodys would be instrumental in trying to figure out what made these guys tick.Bentus wrote:“Mon Lieutenant, I’ll start taking the wounded down. Doesn’t look too serious at first glance, but definitely going to be some put out of action for a while.”
Marloes turned to the french lady and nodded.
''Don't let me stop you, and I must say, what an astute thought that is. I never would've guessed that,'' she said with a snarky grin. The LT then moved over to the local medbay with due haste to go and check on her soldiers. They had all either walked over there on their own, were shepherded over there, or carried on a stretcher. As acting IC, she entered and gave everyone a once over. All seemed to be in order, and a human being who was at this moment akin to a god of hopes and dreams had brought dinner to those in the medbay. He had brought it in styrofoam containers and had placed it on a table nearby. She walked over to the table, stuck out her hand and introduced herself.
''Lieutenant de Ruyter,'' she said with a smile. ''What's your name, can I have some food, and are you sure you're not the god of harvest?''
by Congreveopia » Sun Apr 26, 2015 3:02 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Apr 26, 2015 3:40 pm
Camicon wrote:"I've seen a few Ruskies; haven't talked to any though. Feels weird as hell. I mean, sure, I was JTF2 so it's not like I can talk about what I've done anyways, but it's still feels weird. Killing some aliens should fix that though. Give everyone some common ground. 'Hey, you totally shot that alien in the face. We should be friends now!'." Chloe chuckled again.
"Heated pools you say? Well, might be worth a stop by. After a little exercise, of course. I think there's supposed to be an urban combat simulator around here, somewhere, and a bunch of new MILES gear for folk to use. We should get a group together, go check it out. Never used a MILES system before, but I've heard of it. Like really intense laser tag, apparently." Chloe finished soaking up the remnants of her curry with the naan bread, and licked her fingers in a satisfied manner. "Good food," she mumbled half to herself.
by Vancon » Sun Apr 26, 2015 4:04 pm
Vacif wrote:Vince Farkas
Medical Bay
Ooster
Vince turned around the face the lieutenant. "Yes I'm sure" he said with a smile, and a small laugh "Private First Class Vince Farkas, be my guest lieutenant." He shook the lieutenant's hand with a firm grip. "Nice work out there ma'am. Everyone came back alive and no doubt you and yours kicked ET's rear end. Let's hope that lieutenant Thorsson's team has the same luck." Vince's Hungarian accent slipped out a bit, but his English was perfectly fine. He let go of the liuetenant's hand and stepped out of the way as a young nurse grabbed a box of butter chicken for one of the wounded.
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.
Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.
Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour
Shyluz wrote:Van, Sci-fi Generallisimo
by Isle of Lithonia » Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:25 am
Vancon wrote:
Triple C
Ooster
Intelligence Branch
Lieutenant Rose McLarson
The cold, white, room was filled with naught but a white desk with the usual appliances and a small green plant of some sort in the corner. Pale skinned, golden blond hair and bright red lips. These were the hallmark of many women, but none wore it like Rose. With her boots on the table, she was reading over a document from one of her field agents. It had to do with the alien crash in Moscow. Civilian accounts said something large broke of of the ship about halfway through decent and crashed in an abandoned warehouse on the furthest outskirts of the city in question. Even though it just happened mere days ago, there was already a cult following that those who claimed to've seen the creature had dubbed ''Ursa Major,'' or at least, that was the translation from the rural Russian that was spoken in the area.
Rose McLarson got out of her chair and went over to the General's Office. He had just been about to leave for his meal when the Lieutenant came in with a vigorous salute at the door. Quickly, she summed up the report and explained to him how she thought that this ''Ursa Major was most likely not an invited guest here on earth. The General agreed, but whether or not that was because there was a strong and beautiful woman almost demanding for him to take action and not go have dinner in front of him are unconfirmed. She if she could put together a squad to go deal with this new neighbor. Again, the General agreed.
She went over to the General's computer and put together the squad she thought would be best for this mission. Rose wrote down the chosen soldiers, and showed the General. Pier, like before, said yes to her request. She then went over to his intercom, stared at the general for approval that she inevitably got, and called up the base.
With a short ding, Intercoms throughout the base sprung to life.
''Yellow Alert. Yellow Alert. Small mission in progress. Following operatives, please meet with your given weapons in Hangar Two in ten minutes. The operatives in question are: Spec. Alexander Salamanca with a Sniper Rifle, Sgt. Masato Fukutsu with a carbine, Sgt. Aaron Johnson with an assault rifle, Sgt. Sophie Dieppe with a PDW, led by 2Lt. Hallbjorn Thorsson with a LMG. That is all,''
The voice went as fast as it came, and silence fell upon Athena.
by Vacif » Mon Apr 27, 2015 4:27 pm
Vancon wrote:Vacif wrote:Vince Farkas
Medical Bay
Ooster
Vince turned around the face the lieutenant. "Yes I'm sure" he said with a smile, and a small laugh "Private First Class Vince Farkas, be my guest lieutenant." He shook the lieutenant's hand with a firm grip. "Nice work out there ma'am. Everyone came back alive and no doubt you and yours kicked ET's rear end. Let's hope that lieutenant Thorsson's team has the same luck." Vince's Hungarian accent slipped out a bit, but his English was perfectly fine. He let go of the liuetenant's hand and stepped out of the way as a young nurse grabbed a box of butter chicken for one of the wounded.
Medical Bay
Ooster
Lt. Marloes de Ruyter
''Thanks,'' she said back. ''It was quite the team effort. I'm just glad it's over. As for Thor, I read up on him. I'm pretty sure he's more then capable, seeing as he's the size of a small elephant,'' She took a plate and started to take bits of this and that. Soon, her plate was like the rests: Full of curry and rice, with a side of naan bread. It was divine, seeing as she hadn't eaten in twelve hours, and needless to say, she was stupidly hungry. Her first bite was akin to all of the gods of the world, the good ones, gently lifting her to the holy lands. In other words, she was a big fan.
by United RussoAsia » Mon Apr 27, 2015 8:13 pm
Very Bahram wrote:Drako smiled, still holding his hand out in greeting. "Served in the army have you?" He asked quizzically, "I too have served in the defence force." "What did you do whilst you served?" He asked politely. "I, myself have been attached to the Royal Heavy Launchers, The Australian Imperial Force and the Royal Infantry Force. Picked up a neat set of skills there too."
by United Kingdom of Poland » Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:04 pm
by Vancon » Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:06 pm
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.
Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.
Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour
Shyluz wrote:Van, Sci-fi Generallisimo
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