Athena IC

[Anowa]

Back of a V-44
Over the English Channel
Cpl. Wolfram Herrman

Wolfram sat in the back of a V-44 tilt rotor from Reykjavik airport in Iceland, he would have been at The Dam earlier if it weren't for those sissies back in Ottawa, 'too much snow my ass...' he thought to himself 'I've hang-glided in worse conditions.' he looked around the empty bay suddenly feeling sheepish at the fact he was probably gonna get reamed for being so goddamn late, at least there's probably a bed ' he thought back to the last 5 days '4 days fighting Muslim extremists, not even a day at home then shipped out to Butt Fuck Nowhere, Belgium.' he glanced down at his BDU and sniffed, 'a shower would help too,I smell like a camel's ass.' he heard a voice come from the cockpit.
"E.T.A 15 minutes." came the pilot
"Thanks for the heads up." Wolfram replied 'gonna be a hell of a ride.'

The Dam, Landing Pad

Wolfram stood as he felt the whump of the landing gear make contact with the Tarmac, he heard a whir and glanced at the now descending landing ramp, when it hit the ground with a thunk, he walked out of the craft. 'welcome to the first day of the rest of your life Wolf.'
Noticing a door labeled 'Barracks' he headed through the door to a staircase, meandering his way down them he soon came upon a hall a sign hanging from the roof labeled men on the left, women on the right and everything else forward. Going left he walked into the men's barracks and was hit by a wave of stench, caught off guard he mumbled an expletive and wandered over to an unoccupied bunk and dropped his duffel bag on it, looking up he noticed the communal showers, he methodically stripped down to nothing, wandered over to the nearest shower head and cranked the cold water full blast. After a few seconds of being pelted with ice cold water he realized he wasn't alone, sending his gaze to his right he saw a boy, no older than 16, in the fetal position crying, piquing an eyebrow he pondered to himself 'so does this program kidnap orphans too? or is he just really tiny?' having enough of the sub zero shower he cut the water flow and returned to his bunk. He went through his duffel bag grabbed a towel and dried off, then methodically put a clean pair of his BDU on and put everything else in the locker beside the bed Before falling asleep he reached down unholstered his HK-45 flipped the safety on re-holstered it and fell asleep.

[Tiltjuice]

Gareth Tang
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base
Medical Bay

"Gareth, please. I was a police officer. Tactical medic for our special response unit, SDU. Later on, I did some witness protection for a while. And you?"

The hour was getting late and Gareth supposed they'd have a better chance of finding one of the officers tomorrow. Suggesting it to Patrick, he added, "We can find you a place in the barracks first, if you like. It's not far from here. You don't seem to have a lot of gear, unless you've already dropped it off?"

He smiled, "Police work huh, honest work. I was or still am a member of the militia back in my home town, joined up at 16. Was already in college by then too. At 17 I l graduated with a business degree and three years ROTC. Then I joined up with the Marines for a few years. I got bored so I tried out for and bacame a navy SEAL. I did that for a while before it got awkward one day when my CO came onto me and I left cause I gave him a broken nose as my response. I joined up with Delta Team for a short year before the Colonel and I where requested by and transfered to a classified team by Intelligence. Four years later, I retired from working for my country joined up as a PMC for FULCRUM, then I got tired of that and decided that I would mobe to Belgium with my.... *Cough* where I joined up with the SWAT team in Brussels shortly until they gave me my citizenship papers until I finally settled down as the Chief of Security and expert/arms testing and development consultant for a little local company known as FN Herstal, my current employer other than Athena. Lucky me, that job can be done remotely and they need not see my face."

His face dropped and his brow furrowed. "I am afraid I must decline, you see half of this paperwork is to move my kids to a nearby secure safe site. I would worry too much if I knew that they weren't in the safest place possible. You would understand if you were a father. After all, I fight for them. So what I am going to do is buy the closest building to this site, call security at home and tell them to bring them over, call a furnisher in Amsterdam to get something thrown together in that time. I'll be back at 0600. I'll pick up the gear as for the rest of my paperwork is my enlistment papers and request forms to use my own gun. What do you think Gareth?"

Gareth Tang
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base

Gareth smiled politely and said nothing. Inside, he wondered how Patrick had gotten hired by FN Herstal without the interviewers seeing his face. At least he cared about his family. The rest of him seemed...less desirable, and he made a mental note to request assignment anywhere except with Patrick, if he himself ever saw action. Then again, rank had its privileges, and strictly speaking he outranked the other man.

"It looks like you have your housing all figured out then," he replied, stepping back a pace. "I prefer to stay on base, though. And it is getting a little late, so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to turn in. Until later."

With that, he headed down a corridor and disappeared into the locker room for a shower. Not long after that, he lay staring up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen tomorrow.

Turning over and pulling the blanket higher, he dozed off.

[Socarux]

[They dont have to see his face daily for him to keep his job cause he has remote access and most of his work can be done rather quickly, via laptop and skype. He is also so close that he can drop by when needed. Yes they know his face.]

Patrick grunted, "Alright." He then proceeded to jog to where he could find a cab to take him where he needed to go while making various phone calls. When done he will sleep and be back by 0600.

[Tiltjuice]

Previously
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base
Gym
Lieutenant Addilek Surayud

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Addilek took in a deep breath of the clean, dry, sterile air of the gym, letting the scrubbed oxygen flow into his lungs as he continued jogging along on the treadmill. Jogging wasn't really the right word for it- most people didn't jog at such a rapid clip- but nonetheless, he continued, idly watching a movie on the little screen in front of him with his earbuds in. It was in English, meaning he couldn't understand some of what they were saying- so far he gathered it was about a stockbroker who had been for unclear reasons arrested, as well as a homeless black man who was somehow connected to the stockbroker and the two old men he'd seen earlier. Fortunately for Addilek, he'd been told by the program's admissions people that his English was probably good enough, when coupled with his excellent French.
The Thai lieutenant sighed, finally giving in and turning on Thai subtitles so he could follow along. Oh, his name is Winthorpe. That makes more sense now.

About thirty minutes later, he switched the treadmill off, hopping down and wiping his face with the small towel he'd put on the machine's handrail. He headed to the changing room and took a fast shower, putting on the standard uniform they'd issued him, and headed towards the cafeteria, ordering himself some food and taking his time while he ate.
Once I'm done here, I should probably go check in with Commander Pier and see if there's anything he really needs me doing.

...
Damn, this food is pretty fucking good.

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Now
MILES Training Facility

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Addilek checked his guide, mapping out the different routes on the unfamiliar streets in his head as he went.
"Right. So we head down on Knightsbridge, cut through Green Park, head up The Mall past Charing Cross and then turn, khap?"*
The 2,100-odd feet to Hyde Park Corner passed fairly quickly, and soon they were entering the Wellington Arch.

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OOC: *I'm typing what Addilek is trying to say. Use this link to get a better idea of how he's pronouncing the English words. Later, I may have him break into French, in which case I'll highlight the text blue.

MILES Training Facility
Lei Chen

"Well, if it is the best choice here, Officer, than I will go with it.

Lei had barely known the officer, and as far as he knows, he's a Thai and he's not really fluent in English (not that he fluent with it, either). Given the position in that there are two routes possible to attack and to defend, he though of the otherwise

"Surely no one is in the Embankment, I'll head there and establishing some sort of defense point, kay?"

The three others with Addilek and Lei stood around and waited for clearer orders. They understood the place names Addilek had mentioned, and even if they didn't, physically following him would be easy enough.

Up ahead, the sections of Green Park visible to their team were covered in dried, fallen leaves. Apparently the staff had decided to give them London in autumn; and the trees were half bare. The lightpost-lined paths curved away out of sight, splitting the lawns into sections. Metropolitan Police officers could be seen clearing out straggling civilians; they seemed too busy to bother with five men carrying automatic weapons at the moment. The crowds were being moved toward the hotels on the team's left; probably they'd be given shelter there? It would be the smart play for the locals.

One of the other three, who happened to be British himself, spoke up. "Sirs, I suggest we get a move on before the blue berets come out and we have ourselves a rough and tumble with London's finest instead of terrorists. Matter of fact, police might be around that wine bar already and we might have to sneak in."

[Vancon]

V-44
Moscow Outskirts
Lieutenant Rose McLarson

Their trip had lasted much longer then expected. Due to turbulence, winds and all that fun jazz, their flight had to be slowed down, and they arrived about an hour later after. This had done naught but annoy Lieutenant Rose even more so then she was. She was a hair away from blowing off her lid. Nevertheless, they did arrive nonetheless. Night had fallen, and the Russian winter was going strong. Winds picked up as the V-44 started landing on the surface, only making the snow scatter even more then before. It was the makings of a blizzard. If you looked far north, you could see the bustling city of Moscow alive and well, and to the south you could see the mission's operating zone. It was a large and abandoned coal or manufacturing plant, with most of the gear gutted from the inside. It was too old for it to be really known. That being said, one thing that should be mentioned, is that a low moan could be heard. Whether this was the wind blowing through the building or something much worse, that was still unknown.

Rose looked towards the team's leader, Thorisson, and said one thing:

''Get moving,''

[Anowa]

Chapel Quarters
Chaplain Walter Luckie
Walter was in his quarters polishing his boots for what seemed like the tenth time, he had been sitting in the chapel for what felt like days, making sure everything was ready for the coming weeks of war. Looking out the door to the chapel he wondered why no one had arrived for the day, he summed it up as being to busy with paperwork, 'Lord knows how much they love their paperwork' he went to put his shoe polish on his desk when he knocked an Oak box off the desk where it contents spilt open upon the floor, 'oh, darn' he knelt down with a grunt, and started to pick the contents up and back into the box, using the desk as support he stood back up and cast his gaze upon the inside of the box and sighed, the contents were an old Colt Python and 18 rounds of ammunition, he frowned and slammed the box closed. turning to his cot he lay down and turned in for the night.

[Altito Asmoro]

MILES Training Facility
Lei Chen

"Well, if it is the best choice here, Officer, than I will go with it.

Lei had barely known the officer, and as far as he knows, he's a Thai and he's not really fluent in English (not that he fluent with it, either). Given the position in that there are two routes possible to attack and to defend, he though of the otherwise

"Surely no one is in the Embankment, I'll head there and establishing some sort of defense point, kay?"

The three others with Addilek and Lei stood around and waited for clearer orders. They understood the place names Addilek had mentioned, and even if they didn't, physically following him would be easy enough.

Up ahead, the sections of Green Park visible to their team were covered in dried, fallen leaves. Apparently the staff had decided to give them London in autumn; and the trees were half bare. The lightpost-lined paths curved away out of sight, splitting the lawns into sections. Metropolitan Police officers could be seen clearing out straggling civilians; they seemed too busy to bother with five men carrying automatic weapons at the moment. The crowds were being moved toward the hotels on the team's left; probably they'd be given shelter there? It would be the smart play for the locals.

One of the other three, who happened to be British himself, spoke up. "Sirs, I suggest we get a move on before the blue berets come out and we have ourselves a rough and tumble with London's finest instead of terrorists. Matter of fact, police might be around that wine bar already and we might have to sneak in."

The incident clearly have terrorists involvement, and it's not good. While the police did a great job at directing the civilians out from the scene, the enemies have yet to be seen of. Three others are armed with what they need to clear up the terrorists, but we don't know how armed the terrorists are.

Lei spoke, "Sneaking through a wine bar is probably the best option for now. Where are the locations of the terrorists? Is it something close to the wine bar, or not? And I assume that the blue berets won't help us?"

[Drekka]

Within a V44
Moscow Outskirts
SPC.Cooper


The seeping cold of the Russian winter encroached on the specialist. Combined with the sounds of
the V44 landing intruding her sleep and withering effects from her insomnia medication,
Her time of playing sleeping beauty is no more. Rising from her induced dormancy, Sienna woke to the greeting of a confined space of one of the V44's storage cells. Being in a sedative trance in a dark space roughly the size of a sedan's trunk while sore with cold saliva plastered on her left cheek did not concern her as much as it should. As her first course of action, she pulled her trusty E-cigarette from her belt's molle webbing and slipped it in her mouth, jittering from the cold. She slowly exhaled out of the device as it emitted a faint blue light that danced within her cell. 'So im not buried alive with Ryan Reynolds' , she disappointingly thought, somewhat tainting the great taste of vapor cherry-vanilla swirl she had lingering in her mouth.

Sienna slowly peeked outside the compartment to find herself in a very cold, unfamiliar place with a team she wasn't part of, not to far outside from the V44's.Disregarding her unfavorable decision, she chose to announce herself to the Lt.McLarson and her squad

"Spc.Sienna Cooper reporting for duty, ma'm",

[Anowa]

Ooster Men's Barracks
Cpl. Wolfram Herrman
Wolfram awoke sprawled across his bunk, checking his watch the time indicated was 8:13 AM Wolfram frowned he set the time back 2 hours so it was correct for the Netherlands and not Iraq, he stood up to make his bed and noticed a few others were waking aswell, Wolfram yawned, his bunk was made, his business in the barracks finished, he set off for the armory. He eventually found it, by following signs and asking base personnel walking in he turned on the lights, racks upon racks of weapons, attachments and grenades of various sorts were lit up by the fluorescent lighting, walking over to the rack he noticed a lack of anything he was familiar with 'figures they wouldn't have a C8..' looking over his options he went with the SCAR-H for the 7.62s renowned stopping power, he took the rifle over to a work bench and laid it down, turning he looked at the various attachments on the shelves arrayed in front of him, he grabbed an Aimpoint H1, a vertical grip, and a one point sling and attached them to the matte black rifle. After a minute or so he had finished and picked the rifle up, he walked out into the range towards an open bay set the target to 60m and began setting the cheek rest and sights to his liking.

[Vacif]

Ooster Mess Hall
SPC. Vince Farkas

Vince had awoken at around 6 AM to do his daily morning ritual. He picked up his loaded rifle and went for a run, did push ups, sit ups, obstacle courses, the works. He came back at around 8, returning to shower and change his clothes. When he got back, several others had already awoken, groggily going about their morning. Vince took a quick shower and toweled off, putting on a fresh ATHENA uniform. His rifle was already cleaned from the work out and deposited into his locker with the rest of his gear, so he walked to the mess hall/lounge/bar thing that the higher ups had set up for them. He hoped that no one would be having booze for breakfast again. He grabbed himself a nice helping of toast, scrambled eggs, taters, sausage, bacon, and black coffee. Sitting down at the many free tables, which was odd to him, he ate his meal silently. Enjoying the taste of real fresh hot food in the morning. His stomach was making a storm of noise for food earlier. He wasn't sure if we was an early riser or if everyone else just slept in, which was odd since most of the other operators were special ops, or had some major military training drilled into them.

[Anowa]

Ooster Mess Hall
SPC. Vince Farkas

Vince had awoken at around 6 AM to do his daily morning ritual. He picked up his loaded rifle and went for a run, did push ups, sit ups, obstacle courses, the works. He came back at around 8, returning to shower and change his clothes. When he got back, several others had already awoken, groggily going about their morning. Vince took a quick shower and toweled off, putting on a fresh ATHENA uniform. His rifle was already cleaned from the work out and deposited into his locker with the rest of his gear, so he walked to the mess hall/lounge/bar thing that the higher ups had set up for them. He hoped that no one would be having booze for breakfast again. He grabbed himself a nice helping of toast, scrambled eggs, taters, sausage, bacon, and black coffee. Sitting down at the many free tables, which was odd to him, he ate his meal silently. Enjoying the taste of real fresh hot food in the morning. His stomach was making a storm of noise for food earlier. He wasn't sure if we was an early riser or if everyone else just slept in, which was odd since most of the other operators were special ops, or had some major military training drilled into them.

Wolfram had wrapped up target practice, when his stomach decided to make it's presence known, he walked into the mess hall to find it nigh empty save for a Slavic looking man with a breakfast of champions laid out before him, helping himself to a Bacon & Egg sandwich and a beer he found an empty table to sit at, he took a few bites of his sandwich and looked over to the slavic looking man about 20 feet away, 'might as well get to know some people' he thought to himself, he called out to the man "so, how do you think this is gonna turn out?"

[Vacif]

Ooster Mess Hall
SPC. Vince Farkas

Vince had awoken at around 6 AM to do his daily morning ritual. He picked up his loaded rifle and went for a run, did push ups, sit ups, obstacle courses, the works. He came back at around 8, returning to shower and change his clothes. When he got back, several others had already awoken, groggily going about their morning. Vince took a quick shower and toweled off, putting on a fresh ATHENA uniform. His rifle was already cleaned from the work out and deposited into his locker with the rest of his gear, so he walked to the mess hall/lounge/bar thing that the higher ups had set up for them. He hoped that no one would be having booze for breakfast again. He grabbed himself a nice helping of toast, scrambled eggs, taters, sausage, bacon, and black coffee. Sitting down at the many free tables, which was odd to him, he ate his meal silently. Enjoying the taste of real fresh hot food in the morning. His stomach was making a storm of noise for food earlier. He wasn't sure if we was an early riser or if everyone else just slept in, which was odd since most of the other operators were special ops, or had some major military training drilled into them.

Wolfram had wrapped up target practice, when his stomach decided to make it's presence known, he walked into the mess hall to find it nigh empty save for a Slavic looking man with a breakfast of champions laid out before him, helping himself to a Bacon & Egg sandwich and a beer he found an empty table to sit at, he took a few bites of his sandwich and looked over to the slavic looking man about 20 feet away, 'might as well get to know some people' he thought to himself, he called out to the man "so, how do you think this is gonna turn out?"

Funny enough, Vince was thinking to himself the same thing already. He looked up at the man across from him. He shrugged "Either we get recognized as a species by what ever galactic community exists out there and kick ET off of Earth, or ET completes it's mission, what ever it is, and something bad happens to Earth, and inadvertently us." replied Vince with a half yell half really loud indoor voice.

[Anowa]

Wolfram had wrapped up target practice, when his stomach decided to make it's presence known, he walked into the mess hall to find it nigh empty save for a Slavic looking man with a breakfast of champions laid out before him, helping himself to a Bacon & Egg sandwich and a beer he found an empty table to sit at, he took a few bites of his sandwich and looked over to the slavic looking man about 20 feet away, 'might as well get to know some people' he thought to himself, he called out to the man "so, how do you think this is gonna turn out?"

Funny enough, Vince was thinking to himself the same thing already. He looked up at the man across from him. He shrugged "Either we get recognized as a species by what ever galactic community exists out there and kick ET off of Earth, or ET completes it's mission, what ever it is, and something bad happens to Earth, and inadvertently us." replied Vince with a half yell half really loud indoor voice.

"with humanities track record I'm willing to bet ET is just running from something worse." Wolfram chuckled to himself "*sigh* God we're so fucked." he then returned to eating waiting for the mans possible response.

[Vacif]

Funny enough, Vince was thinking to himself the same thing already. He looked up at the man across from him. He shrugged "Either we get recognized as a species by what ever galactic community exists out there and kick ET off of Earth, or ET completes it's mission, what ever it is, and something bad happens to Earth, and inadvertently us." replied Vince with a half yell half really loud indoor voice.

"with humanities track record I'm willing to bet ET is just running from something worse." Wolfram chuckled to himself "*sigh* God we're so fucked." he then returned to eating waiting for the mans possible response.

"I guess we won't know until this is over." replied Vince, he finished his coffee, and picked up his tray, getting up from his spot, he walked to the dish bin and deposited his now empty platter. "So, what's your name and where are you from? Private First Class Vince Farkas, Hungarian Military." He leaned on the wall beside the waste bin, he'd already finished his morning workout, and he didn't have much to do. Well except maybe brush up on his wood work.

[Anowa]

"with humanities track record I'm willing to bet ET is just running from something worse." Wolfram chuckled to himself "*sigh* God we're so fucked." he then returned to eating waiting for the mans possible response.

"I guess we won't know until this is over." replied Vince, he finished his coffee, and picked up his tray, getting up from his spot, he walked to the dish bin and deposited his now empty platter. "So, what's your name and where are you from? Private First Class Vince Farkas, Hungarian Military." He leaned on the wall beside the waste bin, he'd already finished his morning workout, and he didn't have much to do. Well except maybe brush up on his wood work.

Cpl. Wolfram Herrman
Mess Hall

"Corporal Wolfram Herrman, Canadian JTF2, Call me Wolf, or Ram" He had also finished his meal, and was making his way over to the wastebin, doing the friendly thing he stuck his hand out for a shake. "Nice to meet you."

Chaplain Luckie
Chapel
The Chaplain was currently filling out his schedule for appropriate mass/prayer times, while Luckie himself was catholic he was well versed in the major Abrahamic religions, taking another bite of his grilled cheese sandwich, he felt a momentary lapse of happiness, 'these were always his favourite' looking over at the oak box he had abused yesterday he felt a pang of guilt for his actions, 'his last gift to me and I can't even treat it properly' he opened the box and stared at the rare item, felling tears well up in his eyes he mentally asked 'why did you have to go and get yourself killed my boy?', wiping the tears from his eyes he decided to go for a walk to clear his head.

Putting on his jacket he walked out into the chapel, the numerous rows of mahogany benches lined the chapel from front to back, they were easy to fold up, so as to make room for prayer mats and tables, for other religious events... Including funerals, Luckie was not a naive man he knew people died in war, and he knew the feeling of loss that one might have from it,, the rest of the chapel was rather drab, concrete walls only saved by the velvet tapestries hung about, there was no stained glass on account of it being underground, and the floor had a single red carpet running down the center of it all, to the chapels far right were the confessional boxes, why there were multiple he had no idea as he was the only chaplain on site, he hurried his pace and stepped out of the Chapel.

Luckie was now walking along the early morning danish coastline, looking out towards the sunrise he noticed the sun had not risen over the water giving it a green appearance, 'you don't see that everyday do you now?' the sunrise gave him confidence that maybe humanity, and God's green earth, would be alright.

[Vacif]

Vince accepted the gesture and shook the Canadian's hand. "Likewise." he let go of the man's hand. "So, do you have any hobbies? I myself enjoy carpentry." which reminded him that he should visit the workshop, brush up on his skills with wood. It was still early, so they had plenty of time to kill.

[Anowa]

Vince accepted the gesture and shook the Canadian's hand. "Likewise." he let go of the man's hand. "So, do you have any hobbies? I myself enjoy carpentry." which reminded him that he should visit the workshop, brush up on his skills with wood. It was still early, so they had plenty of time to kill.

The Hungarians grip was firm, if there was anything Wolfram hated the most in this world, it was giving handshakes to wet noodles, "Me, I enjoy reading, cooking decent meals, and writing poetry that would make my english teacher roll in her grave, occasionally I shoot terrorists in the face too, but that's less a hobby and more a chore. Now that I think about it I wonder how difficult the ETs are to kill, hmm." Wolfram knew a 7.62 would severely wound if not kill a man, and a .45 would put an end to most living things on the planet, but aliens? they didn't evolve here, they could natural steel plating for all he knew. he suddenly got the feeling that someone, somewhere was giggling deviously.

[Vacif]

Vince accepted the gesture and shook the Canadian's hand. "Likewise." he let go of the man's hand. "So, do you have any hobbies? I myself enjoy carpentry." which reminded him that he should visit the workshop, brush up on his skills with wood. It was still early, so they had plenty of time to kill.

The Hungarians grip was firm, if there was anything Wolfram hated the most in this world, it was giving handshakes to wet noodles, "Me, I enjoy reading, cooking decent meals, and writing poetry that would make my english teacher roll in her grave, occasionally I shoot terrorists in the face too, but that's less a hobby and more a chore. Now that I think about it I wonder how difficult the ETs are to kill, hmm." Wolfram knew a 7.62 would severely wound if not kill a man, and a .45 would put an end to most living things on the planet, but aliens? they didn't evolve here, they could natural steel plating for all he knew. he suddenly got the feeling that someone, somewhere was giggling deviously.

Vince nodded thoughtfully. "They appear to be quite strong, one of the men in the medical bay had extensive injuries to his torso from when one of those blue things hit him. They look like they fire some kind of incendiary weapon, I saw a few burn wounds in there while I was there. As for how hard they are to kill, well, two things. One, seeing as our guys are still alive, that means our guns killed those things, and two, if it isn't dead in 20 shots, we probably shouldn't be shooting at it." shared Vince. "I'm going to head to the workshop, build a chair or something. You're free to join me at the workshop, it features a wide variety of things to do."

[Anowa]

The Hungarians grip was firm, if there was anything Wolfram hated the most in this world, it was giving handshakes to wet noodles, "Me, I enjoy reading, cooking decent meals, and writing poetry that would make my english teacher roll in her grave, occasionally I shoot terrorists in the face too, but that's less a hobby and more a chore. Now that I think about it I wonder how difficult the ETs are to kill, hmm." Wolfram knew a 7.62 would severely wound if not kill a man, and a .45 would put an end to most living things on the planet, but aliens? they didn't evolve here, they could natural steel plating for all he knew. he suddenly got the feeling that someone, somewhere was giggling deviously.

Vince nodded thoughtfully. "They appear to be quite strong, one of the men in the medical bay had extensive injuries to his torso from when one of those blue things hit him. They look like they fire some kind of incendiary weapon, I saw a few burn wounds in there while I was there. As for how hard they are to kill, well, two things. One, seeing as our guys are still alive, that means our guns killed those things, and two, if it isn't dead in 20 shots, we probably shouldn't be shooting at it." shared Vince. "I'm going to head to the workshop, build a chair or something. You're free to join me at the workshop, it features a wide variety of things to do."

"sorry, haven't done any PT yet, so i'm probably gonna head to the gym, see you around though." and with that wolfram departed from the mess hall, towards the barracks, upon reaching the barracks, it's familiar pungent smell blasted his nostrils again, and he had to fight to keep his breakfast down, a few more people were up now, checking his watch, Wolfram was caught off guard '7:56?
if things go on like this, we aren't gonna win the war.' wolfram walked over to his bunk undressed from his BDU, and dressed in his workout clothes, 'now to find the gym.' deciding to follow anyone who was wearing similar attire hoping they were going to the same area.

[Vacif]

Vince nodded thoughtfully. "They appear to be quite strong, one of the men in the medical bay had extensive injuries to his torso from when one of those blue things hit him. They look like they fire some kind of incendiary weapon, I saw a few burn wounds in there while I was there. As for how hard they are to kill, well, two things. One, seeing as our guys are still alive, that means our guns killed those things, and two, if it isn't dead in 20 shots, we probably shouldn't be shooting at it." shared Vince. "I'm going to head to the workshop, build a chair or something. You're free to join me at the workshop, it features a wide variety of things to do."

"sorry, haven't done any PT yet, so i'm probably gonna head to the gym, see you around though." and with that wolfram departed from the mess hall, towards the barracks, upon reaching the barracks, it's familiar pungent smell blasted his nostrils again, and he had to fight to keep his breakfast down, a few more people were up now, checking his watch, Wolfram was caught off guard '7:56?
if things go on like this, we aren't gonna win the war.' wolfram walked over to his bunk undressed from his BDU, and dressed in his workout clothes, 'now to find the gym.' deciding to follow anyone who was wearing similar attire hoping they were going to the same area.

Vince nodded understandingly. He too departed from the mess hall shortly after, following the smooth metal corridors heading the direction of the workshop he'd neglected to visit the previous day.

Pushing open the fine crafted maple door, he stepped into the pleasant workshop. The first section, of which he was standing in, looked like some kind of den. Several comfy looking chairs and foot rests were scattered around the medium sized room, bookcases lined the walls. Most if not all of them skill books or manuals on how to do whatever it was they were looking for. There were a number of baskets, sewing, knitting, or simply drawing tools lay inside. He could easily see himself relaxing in the room as a large fireplace and several cords of wood were in the room. But it was now time to go for what he was looking for. He faced the left side of the room, a large plexi-glass wall cut off the warm coloured wall paper and carpeting, and replaced it with steel grey walls and flooring. The glass was thick, obviously sound-proof so that the buzz-saws and metal cutters wouldn't disturb those in the den. A shelf contained all the necessities for keeping ones self intact while working with machinery. Gloves, goggles, first aid kit, so on so forth. The room itself was clean and neat, utilitarian, and filled with many modern pieces of equipment, and raw materials. Vince grabbed some goggles and gloves and got to work on his chair, selecting a nice cherry wood as his material of choice.

[Vancon]

Within a V44
Moscow Outskirts
SPC.Cooper


The seeping cold of the Russian winter encroached on the specialist. Combined with the sounds of
the V44 landing intruding her sleep and withering effects from her insomnia medication,
Her time of playing sleeping beauty is no more. Rising from her induced dormancy, Sienna woke to the greeting of a confined space of one of the V44's storage cells. Being in a sedative trance in a dark space roughly the size of a sedan's trunk while sore with cold saliva plastered on her left cheek did not concern her as much as it should. As her first course of action, she pulled her trusty E-cigarette from her belt's molle webbing and slipped it in her mouth, jittering from the cold. She slowly exhaled out of the device as it emitted a faint blue light that danced within her cell. 'So im not buried alive with Ryan Reynolds' , she disappointingly thought, somewhat tainting the great taste of vapor cherry-vanilla swirl she had lingering in her mouth.

Sienna slowly peeked outside the compartment to find herself in a very cold, unfamiliar place with a team she wasn't part of, not to far outside from the V44's.Disregarding her unfavorable decision, she chose to announce herself to the Lt.McLarson and her squad

"Spc.Sienna Cooper reporting for duty, ma'm",

Within a V44
Moscow Outskirts
Lt. Rose

Surprised, Angered and Annoyed. Those were the three emotions going through Lt. Rose's head right now. What the hell. No, why the hell was there a girl in one of the cells aboard. Hell, since when did we have cells on board in the first place? She looked straight at the girl and just stayed still with her jaw dropped.

''What the hell are you doing here? This is a covert m---. Hold on, how the hell did you get on board? Why are you in a cell? How did we not notice you?'' she said. Looking up she sighed, and put a hand on her face. Pulling her face down, she took of her hand.

''Explain yourself,''

[Drekka]

InnaV44
Moscow Outskirts
SPC.Cooper



Within a V44
Moscow Outskirts
Lt. Rose

Surprised, Angered and Annoyed. Those were the three emotions going through Lt. Rose's head right now. What the hell. No, why the hell was there a girl in one of the cells aboard. Hell, since when did we have cells on board in the first place? She looked straight at the girl and just stayed still with her jaw dropped.

''What the hell are you doing here? This is a covert m---. Hold on, how the hell did you get on board? Why are you in a cell? How did we not notice you?'' she said. Looking up she sighed, and put a hand on her face. Pulling her face down, she took of her hand.

''Explain yourself,''

InnaV44
Moscow Outskirts
SPC.Cooper

Not knowing exactly how she ended up on a mission,
Sienna couldn't help but to explain her peculiar circumstances. She took her E-cigarette out if her mouth, bringing it to her waist along with her hands, twirling it around from both ends without breaking eye contact with Lt.Rose.

"Well, as a little lady who couldn't sleep, I went out to get help. I ask this nice man gave me something to help my night better. Next thing I know, I'm on a cold, dark place surrounded by soldiers. Such is life in Russia."

Noticing how her unassigned CO is still in doubt of her very existence, Sienna decided to end the trivial explanation with an honest question.
"
Anyhow, may I offer my assistance.? I'll be fine with just a plate carrier"

[Pan Asian Amercian Coalition]

Edgar Allen-Montgomery
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base

A deep chested uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh drifted through the mess hall as a frazzled American wandered in from the deep bowels of the base. The jet lag and heat was doing wonders for making the fresh faced former national guardsman Edgar miserable. He had arrived in Netherlands early in the morning had been up since the day before

"I though Europe was supposed to be cold but noooo" he mumbled to himself "the world conspires against me again!"

His little famalial in-joke made him smile as he got his first meal in nearly two days; whatever the ATHENA project was they weren't willing to shell out for a transatlantic flight with decent chow. I wonder if they're serious he thought as whole grain pancakes and bacon strips were packed on his plate like cards in a deck about the whole extraterrestrial thing. They must be, seeing how much money has been poured into this base. After getting his food, he sat at one of the long, empty tables in the mess and began to eat quietly.

[Tiltjuice]

Night 1
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base
MILES Training Facility

“They might get antsy if they don’t know who and what we are,” the Englishman replied. “And the terrorists are in the wine bar itself.”

It was at this point that a pair of Specialist Firearms Command BMWs sped past, attention-grabbing with their gray coat and orange/yellow stripe police markings. Inside the second one, a man in the backseat could be seen tapping the driver on the shoulder and gesturing in their direction. The squad car made a U-turn and began sweeping back in their direction, followed a few seconds later by the other one, which had gone down for another block.

“Now we’re in a bit of trouble.”

On the other side, Tine frowned in thought. They were nearly to King’s College London - about two-thirds of the way, according to her map guide - and still nothing. Most of the IRA’s actions had been before her time, and all she knew about them was that they were Irish urban guerrillas with a liking for car bombs.

Up ahead, a quartet of men stepped out of the UN High Commissioner’s office on the corner, next to Waterloo Bridge. All wore masks; two reached for AK-47s under long coats while the third drew a silenced pistol.

Chloe was the first to react to the four hostiles. She dropped to her knee, swinging her MP5 up to her shoulder and letting off a controlled burst towards the men. One of them fell to the ground, while the other three jumped into action, raising their own weapons haphazardly and spraying bullets into the air. They grabbed their fallen companion, dragging him back through the doorway into the High Commissioner’s office.

“Contact, three’o’clock, four Tangos!” Chloe yelled into her mike, ducking down behind the engine block of a Fiat that was parked on the side of the road. “Get off the road, find yourself some cover!’

Tine sidestepped behind a semi-enclosed entryway to one of the stores on the street. Gunfire sounded in both directions and stone chips flew away from the walls she was hiding behind. She saw the other three on their team dropping flat even before Chloe’s yell; the chattering of rounds from their direction showed the Canadian had spurred them into action. A quick glance satisfied her, though, and she leaned out to put a few bursts of her own on target. Two connected with a second terrorist and he fell sideways, sliding down a wall.

“We have them pinned!” Tine called out. “Circle around if you can to flank them!”

Up in the control room, Dr. White frowned and pointed out a flashing yellow and black caution. Something about system alert code=12.

“That’s not supposed to be there, is it?”

A technician glanced over, then shook his head. “No, that’s just an alert for the heat sensors in the computers running the holographic imagery. If it gets too detailed, we can activate a backup cooling sy-”

CAUTION - SYSTEM ALERT CODE=12
DANGER - SYSTEM ALERT CODE=01
ADVISORY - COOLING FANS OFFLINE
ADVISORY - SHUTDOWN RECOMMENDED
ADVISORY - CHECK DUST FILTERS

Dr. White crossed his arms and continued frowning. Deciding there was nothing else to be gained here, he turned and left. Behind him, the facility staff had begun to shut down the simulation computers, locking down the images from the projectors as they had been most recently.

Addilek and Lei would find themselves staring at two frozen Metro Police cars, their rotating strobe lights stopped.

Tine peered out from her cover when the gunfire ceased, and jerked back by reflex as she found a levitating stone chip centimeters away. Then her thought process caught back up.

“Com check,” she called into her mike, slightly louder than she had to in the absence of gunfire.

Chloe poked her head around a wheel well, scanning the frozen scene before her. “Hath here, coms seem fine.” Standing up, she experimentally pulled the trigger of her MP5 a few times. The blanks fired, sending the sound of gunfire bouncing through the streets, but nothing left the muzzle of the faux gun. “Something wrong with the sim computers maybe? The coms are just coms, if the computers locked up they wouldn’t be affected. I think.”

"I think you're right, Sergeant," said one of the others on their team, an American Marine who had joined ATHENA some time before either Chloe or Tine. "I haven't seen this happen before, though." He looked puzzled for a few moments, until the sim center's internal PA circuit crackled to life.

"All participants. Please unload and safety your weapons. We have a system malfunction and the training will shift to the live-fire arena until we get things back in order."

[Vacif]

PFC.Vince Farkas
Oosterscheldekering Dam Base
Workshop

The chair was coming out just fine, last minute he'd decided he wanted to make a rocking chair, it was still and quiet in the wood shop. Vince needed some music, or at least background noise. Nothing disturbing, and nothing droning like buzzing. Setting down the unfinished arm rests, he walked out of the workshop to find some music. He would of gone to the barrack's to get his own music...if he had any, but he hadn't brought any music. Maybe there was some kind of library that had some CD's or something, who knew?