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by Beiarusia » Mon Nov 14, 2016 11:12 am
by Ubaria » Mon Nov 14, 2016 12:36 pm
by Beiarusia » Mon Nov 14, 2016 2:00 pm
Theyra wrote:...
by Theyra » Mon Nov 14, 2016 2:32 pm
Beiarusia wrote:Theyra wrote:...
Dr. Justus Ashon
XCOM HQ, Groom Lake, Nevada, United States
The autopsy had gone exceedingly well. The specimen was intact, more or less, and the surgeons had been able to document much about the Strider from just a cursory examination. Reptilian. Carnivore. Designed to hunt. Four eyes would give the Strider superb depth perception, and given the reports its reaction time was beyond human capabilities. The neural system attested to that fact. Best classification would be “ambush predator”, similar in concept to the snapping turtle if one required a layman’s explanation, though whereas the turtle was slow and unwieldy the Strider was capable of active engagements when the need arose. The only saving grace was the alien’s seemingly lack of numbers. A pack of Sectoids was dangerous enough, but even a pair of Striders would be exceedingly lethal. XCOM could only hope that the alien’s rarity remained.
Dr. Ashon had personally seen to the dissection, and as such his medical apron was splattered in all assortments of gore, blood more red than green. The reports had been sent to Colonel Reid and the good doctor was busy discussing the upcoming battery of genetic tests with his compatriots when an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind.
“I am Nemy Smith, the new scientist from Australia and pleased to meet you,” the voice said.
Dr. Ashon turned to look at the newcomer with a slight hint of irritation in his eyes. The good doctor vaguely recalled having been informed of a new hire but had been too preoccupied with his work to care. Not that he cared much even now with the man standing before him. The first thing people learned about Dr. Ashon was that he was a cold individual who favored results over pleasantries. Until the new hire proved his worth then he might as well be a janitor cleaning the still damp blood from underneath Dr. Ashon’s boots.
“If you need a tour then you’d be better off seeking help from Dr. Chakwas. Otherwise find your department and get to work,” the good doctor said, being as curt as possible with little regard for how rude he may sound. He was busy and had little time to hold the new hire’s hand.
by Altito Asmoro » Mon Nov 14, 2016 7:21 pm
by Anowa » Mon Nov 14, 2016 9:20 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Mon Nov 14, 2016 11:08 pm
Anowa wrote:Sergeant Wolfram Herrman, Bravo-1
Wolfram settled to leave Miyuki alone for the time being, though eventually the thought of that talk Miyuki wanted would come up and they'd have it... Whatever it was she wanted. Though his first thought was to get a reason out of someone, though as to how.... Elsa once again proved to be a blessing.
Drinks would be a fine excuse, working out was an afterthought anyway, not much to do here in the first place. Seta seemed distant, though he didn't seem too affected by it, whatever it was. New girl, Krueger, was Bravo's new heavy, best way to get acquainted was over a mickey of rum anyway. The rest had already gotten their introductions long ago. Wolfram looked down at his old friend, and crossed his arms, "Well Harewood, it was your idea, you can lead the way."
by Independent States of Tula » Tue Nov 15, 2016 9:39 am
by Serah » Tue Nov 15, 2016 11:54 am
by Theyra » Tue Nov 15, 2016 8:43 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:
Cpl. Elsa Harewood
The sudden appearance of Wolfram who...well, motioned her to moved the plan along was a surprise, Elsa took a little blush over her face before a quick composed pose was regained. "O-Okay, Sgt, I mean...Wolfram, yes, that," said Elsa, thoroughly stuttered through the conversation. She took along Kruger's arm, "Come on, let's go to the bar. We're not going to be much useful in the gym all the time, right?" cheerfully pointed out by Elsa to Rachel.
"Come on, comrades, to the bar!" as she pulled along the arms of Kruger, and motioned for her comrades to go to the bar. It will be quite certain a walk.
XCOM HQ
Bar
To say that the bar is empty is not quite true, since there are few people in it anyway. Good range selection of drinks, fair to say. Also good staffs.
"What do you want to drink, Wolfram?" as she approached him with a bottle of gin on her left hand.
by Kentucky Fried Land » Tue Nov 15, 2016 9:23 pm
by The Moscow Metro Red Line » Tue Nov 15, 2016 9:30 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Tue Nov 15, 2016 11:47 pm
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:Roscoe sniffled, and nodded to Elsa. “Yeah, sounds good.” And then under his breath, added on “Could use a drink.”
He followed them to the bar, whistling and stuffing his hands in his pocket. His cheery demeanor only hid what was really swirling around in his brain. The pop he had heard back in South America was a rifle. He had heard Kaidan die. He still remembered the look on Kaidan’s dead, pissed pants, bowel released self. Mouth agape, eyes glimmering with terror. The blood that had spread to the ground below him, soaking into the grass and staining Kaidan’s chin, like a messy baby. A messy fucking baby. Need a bib, messy baby?
Roscoe was not a fan of babies, if he were to admit. Just seeing their spaghetti-stained faces, thinking about how they’d just puke and shit everywhere. Not too unlike Kaidan.
I’m going crazy… He shook his head, pushing thoughts out of his head and into the controlled air surrounding him. They reached the bar eventually, a Cher song blasting over the speakers. Roscoe sat down on a bar stool next to Anselmo, and Elsa and the aforementioned asked everyone what exactly they’d like to drink. “Oh, uh…” Roscoe grimaced, before raising his eyes to the bartender. He raised a hand out, calling “Do you have Rum and Coke?” to which the bartender nodded. Roscoe weakly smiled, saying “Thanks” and turning at the sound of a squeaking bar stool to his right. He turned, seeing Seta plopping down. “Sir.” He jerked his chin up, a sign of camaraderie and respect to the higher-ranking, if younger, officer.
When his rum and coke had finally been slid over to him, a cute umbrella poking out the top. Roscoe made it known. “Huh. Cute.” He smiled, taking the toothpick umbrella out and placing it on its side. “So… what’ve you guys been up to?” He grinned dumbly at Wolfram, Elsa, Rachel, and Anselmo. Seta did not appear in the mood for small talk.
by Relikai » Wed Nov 16, 2016 2:20 am
by Serah » Wed Nov 16, 2016 11:38 am
Relikai wrote:Miyuki completed her firing, expending nearly a hundred rounds of .338 Lapua Magnum and 5.7mm rounds. Switching to the sniper rifle and then to her handgun, Miyuki took out nearly ninety five percent of her targets, being killed four times in the process due to a slip or a missed shot. It was good results considered that Miyuki would be unlikely to face enemies being funnelled towards her, yet her ability to engage a stream of aliens remained on point.
Miyuki finished returning her weapons, going to the corner to remove her brace as she felt her body right itself. Tossing the object onto the table, Miyuki sat around for a while, packing her stuff when a tall man approached her, seemingly a new member of XCOM.
Miyuki nodded, standing and taking the hand in a shake. It just occurred to Miyuki that after two missions, she was the only sniper left in the three squads they performed with. A sobering thought that she might be the next to go anytime, and that snipers were possibly priority targets by aliens, Miyuki forced a smile as she returned the greeting. Unfortunately she could not bow for now.
"Corporal Konayama Miyuki, Callsign Milky, sniper of Bravo Squad. Nice to meet you." Miyuki replied. "Welcome to XCOM, I suppose. The life of a sniper is quick and fast, but one beats it by being faster..."
by Relikai » Wed Nov 16, 2016 11:56 am
by Serah » Wed Nov 16, 2016 1:38 pm
Relikai wrote:"Twice, not that I can be proud of it." Miyuki replied, taking a sip of water as she undid the knot on her hair, letting her brownish curls flow down her shoulder. It was her routine hairstyle, the sniper preferring to let them flow rather than bind them into a ponytail or a bun although she did that during missions. "Twice I've been out there, and it's ugly enough to make me wish I was still in Japan, or that these buggers didn't exist."
Hearing the man's request, Miyuki gestured to a stock AX338 nearby. "Our stock sniper rifle. Reliable and the XCOM issue. Go take a few shots, the standard Ranger sniper takes two and a half seconds to acquire a moving target within fifty meters, aim, track and fire. The alien sniper takes about two seconds. While we often aim quicker with standard rifles and no magnification, snipers are snipers, and we live with the handicap of a magnified scope stopping us from aligning the rifle to us, instead we adjust our sight to it. Aliens... they do not seem to possess such a handicap."
by Ubaria » Wed Nov 16, 2016 5:45 pm
by Beiarusia » Wed Nov 16, 2016 5:54 pm
by Anowa » Wed Nov 16, 2016 6:41 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:Cpl. Elsa Harewood
Roscoe asked about what they've been doing so far, "Well....if you have to know Roscoe, I've been doing few changes on my weapons for the next operation. Sidearm to machine. Other than that, normal. Well, I don't know, probably took more swig to some guy, right Wolfram HA HA!" cheerfully said by Elsa as she punched lightly on Wolfram's shoulder.
Beiarusia wrote:Big Sky quickly ID’d the crash site and zeroed in, coming to within half a kilometer before bringing the aircraft down into the ruined track of forest. It wasn’t a complete touchdown but the soldiers could easily jump the last few feet to the ground without needing to worry about accidental injuries. Once clear the Skyranger rose back into the air to provide aerial observation. Bravo and Delta had a clear path to the UFO. As of now there was no movement.
by The Moscow Metro Red Line » Wed Nov 16, 2016 8:04 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Wed Nov 16, 2016 8:52 pm
by Relikai » Thu Nov 17, 2016 12:44 am
"Milky! Can you see them?"
"Trying to! Low light and my scope's fogging up in the cold!"
"Damnit. Shunta, get us closer!"
The cold sea breeze chilled the sniper to her bones, Milky lying prone at the bow of the speedboat while a rope around her waist secured her from falling off. It was a foggy night, with almost zero illumination from the moon. One could hardly see ten meters beyond the boat as the SFG team lay low on their boat, a helicopter aiding them in the pursuit of a group of suspected terrorists.
"Shoto Ace, Sendai Command. Situation report."
"Sendai, Shoto. Pursuing target on true course. We... Milky!"
A wave which crested before the speedboat sent it on a bump, Milky's leg slipping off the wet surface as she gave out a cry. The rope held, and Milky managed to hold on to the boat although the rifle on her back was dangling dangerously close to the water.
"We got you!"
"I got... I got it too!" Milky yelled as she pulled herself up, the sniper quickly adjusting her bearings.
They could barely see each other, their faces painted in matte black camouflage, only the whites of their eyes provided a bit of sense of where a person was as Milky returned to her spot, the team leader checking his map once more.
"Five kilometers to the North Korean waters!"
"Damn, we don't have much time. Mazaki, what do you have for us?"
"Radar is picking up shipping up ahead, target is headed towards the shore. A cluster of three ships will be cutting in between you and the target in five minutes."
"I got sight!"
Milky's voice carried over the air as all eyes turned to the front. The speedboat carrying a group of nine suspects was in full throttle, but the SFG's machine finally managed to catch up to them.
"Milky, this is Tenzen. Take the shot."
A muffled shot rang out, followed by another, and another. The mounted 12.7mm Anti-Material Rifle was securely fastened onto the front of the modified boat, a hole in the front allowing a sniper to deliver precise shots at long range in a prone position. Milky's personal M24 was secured on her back, as she leaned to the side to get a clearer shot at the engines. The lack of light and the bumpy conditions did not help much, but being part of a Tier One group, these were simply obstacles to overcome.
That is, if she has not been suffering from a flu the day before, a bug which infected half the camp. A minor inconvenience which became noticeably disruptive as Milky's team was on standby for the past seventy two hours, catching only snippets of sleep as the operation to flush out a North Korean cell working with remnants of the Japanese Red Army continued across the week. There were plans to rotate Milky's squad into standing down, but multiple appearances across Japan needed the SFG to deploy their assets from Kagoshima to Osaka, Tokyo and even Hokkaido. It was winter, and Milky's team being stationed in Hokkaido for the past two days did nothing for their general health. Worse still, confirmation of the cell in Fukuoka forced them to take a C-130 south, and the powerful air conditioning did not help matters.
Ten shots out, the speedboat was visibly damaged but still on the move. Milky was sure she hit more than one man who ducked under the hull, as she called for a spare magazine which was passed over in an instant.
"Shoto Ace, Mazaki. We're approaching North Korean borders, hostile radar painting us. Turning back. Good luck."
"Firing!"
"Roger that Mazaki. Milky! Forget about disabling them! Sink tho- What!"
A large splash formed near the SFG boat, creating a geyser of water which drenched the miserable operators. Turning to the side, they could see the silhouette of a ship, a ship larger than both the SFG and the terrorist boat combined.
A patrol corvette.
"Evade, evade! Maintain radio silence, we're cutting the mission on my orders!"
by Serah » Thu Nov 17, 2016 9:59 am
by Independent States of Tula » Thu Nov 17, 2016 10:34 am
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