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OP: Anowa
Co-OP(s): Kentucky Fried Land
Lt. Wolfram Herrman, Alpha 1
Sgt. Valeska Kowalski, Bravo 1
March 22nd, 2017 // Groom Lake Complex, XCOM HQ
Groom Lake had been swiftly re-purposed in the three some odd years since ETs had first come to public light. Prior it had just been a small underground research bunker, a runway, and some surface hangars. Now it had a helipad rigged to an elevator system, and over 200 personnel, security, and combat operators lived beneath the surface... Or it least it had been home to about 200 people, before the most recent operation. Two squads had been wiped in effect, and while a few would live, they were missing chunks of their physique and couldn't go any further here at XCOM.
Which is why the new blood was called in.
Roughly 8 people had been pulled from an assortment of armies across the world, all kept in relative darkness about just how shitty their odds had become. Likely told that they'd be saviors of humanity, and the safeguard against the alien menace. They likely weren't told that they had sent 32 people home in either body bags or with missing body parts and organs due to their wounds.
Yet the Skyranger, a big, hefty, and seemingly redundant VTOL, moving at speeds that most fighter craft couldn't reach, it could get them to most locations on earth within a few scant hours. Truly a pinnacle of human achievement. Was carrying several men and women who very likely wouldn't be in XCOM for more than a single combat engagement.
As it settled and winded down, Herrman looked over at his compatriot,Kowalski, a sizeable woman who in most cases would be considered attractive, if a bit muscular. Her eyes were a far cry from the shining and seemingly happy ones in her dossier. Dark rings, notable bags, and dull, Hell even the woman's bright hair seemed a bit... faded today. An inability to sleep after the last engagement was the likely cause. Wolfram's eyes were about the same, though with a notable redness, the officer fitting to drink the previous battle out of memory ineffectively. Both had taken hit after hit mentally during their stint at XCOM. Yet they kept going, depressed but yet to give in.
As the Skyranger's ramp dropped and the new arrivals started pouring out, Herrman sighed, Kowalski took a ragged breath within closed eyes. She made an effort to get to know every person who walked off the Skyranger's ramp, but so far it only resulted in a figurative punch to the gut when they departed.
Herrman shook his head and called out "Everybody fall in!" as the collection of individuals did just that, he couldn't help but notice the patches on their shoulders, denoting their nation of origin. Japan, Russia, Italy, a few other western nations were present, as well as Indonesia. In the corner of the hangar, staff started either loading coffins or helping the crippled squad mates on to the Skyranger for delivery to Nellis AFB, and then they'd be sent home.
"I am Lieutenant Wolfram Herrman, Welcome to Groom Lake, the headquarters of the UN's Extra-Terrestrial Combat Unit, otherwise known as XCOM. From here on out your activity's will be monitored 24/7, every doorway you pass through will perform a deep scan of your nervous system to make sure you aren't an alien infiltrator, and as you can see," Wolfram raised his arm in gesture to the previous squad that made up XCOM's members, "Casualty rate is high. Batch 1 made it through 4 engagements. 2 made it through 6. And 3 didn't even make it through one before boarding that Skyranger for home. You're Batch 4, I estimate similar results. Please prove me wrong." a pause, suddenly Wolfram's stomach felt like dying. "This is Sergeant Valeska Kowalski, she will be giving you a tour of the base, and get you acquainted with most of it's staff. I have other things to attend to, but I'll be sure to check in with you within the next few hours." With a nod he departed off towards one of the darker corners of the hangar, looking for one of the bathrooms, so he wouldn't vomit on the floor.
Kowalski nodded silently, before waiting a few seconds, fianlly shaking her head, "There's no point. Arrows on the walls will point you towards the Mess Hall and Barracks, rarely will you be called to the CIC, regular station of Central, John Bradford, and Commander Whitman. Engineering is largely off limits to us grunts, as is the Research Bay. SO, just stay in the Barrack, Med Bay, and Mess if you don't want to be reprimanded... Dismissed."