XCOM Horny Valkyries: Evolution

[Shaknah]

Amy smiled nervously and nodded. "Nice to meet you too" she replied, her accent particularly thick. She seemed worried and distracted. "Oh, I am Zhang Amy. Er, Amy Zhang... Amy is fine." She blushed, embarrassed, and was mostly quiet for the rest of the trip.

Amy turned her head in surprise when Donna spoke up at the end. The aggression bothered her, but... She was also skeptical about Vahlen's intentions. She waited for the doctor's response, standing straight and confident.

[DeltaSynergy]

Kasumi gently laid a hand on Donna's shoulder. "Calm down. I understand you have your hate for these alien scum. Like you, I would choose to just destroy all these aliens in here...but they must be important if they're here...let's Just get this through together shall we?"

[MASigma]

"Oooo, Sinaed Bradley? guessing from the accent you're Irish or something right? And Bradley is SUCH a cool last name, you're named after a military vehicle and everything, you're like made for this stuff!", Aisha gushed, almost seeming starry eyed, even blushing a bit as she stared in awe of the woman before her, looking her head to toe and then back up... only to beam happily, glad her first assessment of the woman being grumpy wasn't entirely right," That'd be great! I mean if you don't mind me coming along to see you blow shit up and stuff... or well, given the Sniper I guess you'd just like BOOM, HEAD SHOT and what not", she noted, pretty much crying out some of her words only to return to her normal tone as she bounced in excitement, doing quite noticeably fun things to her chest as she did. As her new friend began walking to start her practice, Aisha continue to jabber on," So how good are you with that kind of thing? My Father was an Army Ranger back in the day and was a great Sniper, I never really had the patience for it though", Aisha noted, gaining a somber smile for a split moment, only to instantly perk up," anyways though, of COURSE you're amazing at it, I mean you wouldn't be here if you didn't kick alien ass, blowing their brains out or even just injuring them over and over again with well-aimed shots, making them feel sweet pain and agony so they suffer before you play their god and choose whether to leave them to bleed out or be merciful and blow their fucking brains out", she listed off, her eyes widening just a bit as she listed off such things... only to blink and just offer a sheepish smile," Um, I'm not talking too much am I?"

[FragranceofMtDew]

Kimiko stood silently at attention throughout Officer Bradfords speech. At the mention of their genetic modifications, Kimiko's hand unconsciously moved to her temple. Her choice of modification had been a bit of an obvious choice and though the idea that her mind had been tampered with concerned her, the idea of aliens tampering with it flat out terrified her. With the introductions complete, Kimiko picked up her bag and moved to investigate the map and learn as much as she could about her new home for the forseeable future.

The first location that caught her eye was the infirmary. A military installation with top funding was bound have top notch medical equipment and procedures at their disposal and she would love to learn more about them. But Kimiko quickly reminded herself that the needs of XCOM would have to come before her own interests. The fitness center or armory should be her first destination if she wanted to be more than a walking medkit for her squad. Shooting practice followed be some light exercise would be best for today. Having located the desired locations on the map, Kimiko stopped by the barracks to drop her things off before heading to the armory.

There, Kimiko found that she was not the only one who had thought to come here first. There were two other soldiers already chatting in the armory. "Pardon me." Kimiko muttered as she grabbed an assault rifle and a pistol and moved past them towards the shooting range. She would practice with the assault rifle first as that would likely be her primary weapon. Kimiko took a deep breath as she aimed down the sight towards the target and fired in controlled bursts until her clip was empty. After that she took a moment to examine the results of her training. Steady hands and concentration were a necessity for her trade and that lent itself well to marksmanship. Nearly every shot had landed somewhere on the target, though she was still an amateur marksman at best and very few of those shots had landed in the center. "Not bad... But I need to do better." She said as she reloaded her weapon and prepared to shoot again.

[spitfyre]

Donna turned and looked angrily at the woman with a hand on her shoulder. Looking her up and down for a second before responding to her with, "You don't get it. None of you get it. I couldn't give two shits for these aliens. I would rip every single one of them apart without a single hesitation. My entire life was me in a cage and ill be damned before ill go willingly or even unwillingly into another one.

[Meep Meepersons]

Nym didn't even have time to get a proper response from the Asian Doctor when Smalls walks over and starts making idiotic comments. "Nope, just trying to get an upgrade or two to my gear." She explains calmly, turning to Smalls and placing a hand on her hip. "I hope you take this the wrong way but, good job losing your squad in Canada. Super work that was." She smirks and literally looks down at the smaller woman, goading the woman with her eyes, almost daring her to say something snarky. Hopefully someone would step in before someone gets hurt and sticky.

[Shaknah]

Amy takes a deep breath and speaks up. "I don't know what you've been through, Donna. I'm starting to realize I've had it so easy. But I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to stop them. The things I've heard... We're on your side."
She looks at Vahlen. "That's why I'm here. I'm trusting that she can help us defeat these monstrosities, and save the people we care about. Whatever the cost."

[exalted]

Smalls slowly chuckled to herself through the rage at the low blow, taking her glasses off to clean them nonchalantly.

"No, that's fine," She smiled, rolling her eyes up to lock with Nyms, "I forgot one doesn't have time to learn manners while growing in a test tube."

Turning on the ball of her foot she began to strut off, deliberately swaying her toned hips back and forth. The Herm may have fucked more of the old XCOM than the aliens, but Smalls had never fallen under her sway.

[MelissaB]

Reaching the armory Jessica looks it over before moving off to pick up a few things to tinker with and get herself focused. Picking up a rifle and pistol she gives them a look over before nodding to herself, moving over to a table she sets them down putting the pistol to the side while she works on the rifle, pulling it apart and cleaning it both inside and out humming to herself as she does so. Finished she puts it back together and works on tweaking it, adjusting the sights and responsiveness of the trigger before she walks over to the shelves and picks up a scope placing it she begins attaching it to her rifle. Setting it up she looks down the sights and adjusts it until they are spot on. having set the range so they will work for urban fighting. "Just need to test this out at the range." She smiles to herself before setting it aside and proceeds to do very much the same to the pistol, tweaking bits here and there while cleaning it, making it work better than before. "Aaand done." Smiling she takes both and heads to the range smiling as she looks over her new custom weapons.

At the range she takes a glance to see if she is alone before waving to anyone present. Ready she loads her weapons and begins practicing, firing off round after round from her rifle and pistol adjusts the sights as she fires to make sure she got them right, trying to get more accurate with each shot until she finally finds them the best as she can make them. Looking around she checks to see if anyone is around still.

[Meep Meepersons]

Nym smirks and watches as Smalls tries to make her feel bad about being made perfectly in a test tube rather then like her the natural way. She smirks about the manners comment and waits to reply after watching her show her ass off. "Says the woman who interrupted a perfectly normal conversation with vulgar comments about rumors she heard. Makes sense though considering how poor you judgment is, what with the getting your squad turned into cumdumpsters. IT's not like all of my girls made it out or anything." She chides, a big cocky smile with a dash of evil mixed in spread deviously across her features. "How did you make it back as the sole survivor though? Three times even." The huge mature futa woman was practically smiling at this point, really layering the verbal ass whooping on like it was the best sauce in the world.

[exalted]

Smalls sighed as she came to a stop, calmly folding up her aviators and placing them in her breast pocket.

"I tried to be the bigger woman and walk away," She started slowly, "But apparently you are still a little child. So where to begin, 1: It's not hard not hear, show a bit more discretion. 2: If all yours made it out, where are they? Too busy taking care of your freakish bastard offspring or are you shooting blanks there? And 3: It's called field craft, maybe look it up some time between shouting 'Leroy Jenkins' and stomping around like a bull in a china shop."

"And Four," She stormed right back up to Nym, pressing her face as close to hers a possible, "Disrespect my fallen again and I will end you."

Turning on her heel she marched away again, heading for the gym.

"We settlin' this," She paused at the hallway, "Or is your bitch mouth writing cheques your ass can't cash."

[Meep Meepersons]

Nym stood still as Small's turned and approached, her gaze narrowing into a knowing glare as she started spouting things she seemed to have limit knowledge about. "Hah! Field craft, you sound like a farmer. As for my strategems in battle, my squad performed flawlessly under my command. Sarah over there is proof." When Smalls stormed off again Nym smirked and scoffed. Then when she challenged her to a fight at the gym, Nym's smirk turns into a grin and she leans into her step to let her weight carry her forward as her long stride catches up to the smaller woman. "To the Gym then." She said with a snide tone, brushing past smalls with a steady and slightly brisk pace. She wouldn't compete with Smalls if she wanted to push by her in retaliation and would simply maintain a calm and brisk place. Not really in the mood for a race but rather feeling up to pounding someone into a mat, over and over again. Once they got to the Gym, she removes her jacket and leaves her tank on, showing off her slightly reduced, but still very muscular form. Her arms now free she walks up to a sand bag and gives it a few pats. "So, you just want to brawl? First one to tap out or give up loses?" She says with a smirk as she looks over to Smalls and walks over to an open space in the room.

[exalted]

Smalls smirked to herself as Nym pushed past in the corridor, slowing to a stop as she pondered. Normally this would be a time she turned around while the other wasn't looking and do something else instead, leave them stewing until Smalls was ready, but the bitch had insulted her teams.

Heading on she reached the gym, happy that it didn't smell of stale sweat yet in its newness. Calmly, she neatly took off her business suit, folding it carefully and laying it on her suitcase, stepping onto the mat in only her trunks and sport bra.

"Hmm, let's see, how about..." She started before suddenly diving into a tackle, aiming to chop block Nym's left knee.

[Meep Meepersons]

Without much warning, Smalls pulled a dirty trick by trying to take out Nym's knee before any signal to start had been given by either party. Well, at least Nym got her answer. Beat down it was! "Coward!" She snaps, leaning forward and raising her knee in response, hoping to catch her in the face or the gut, basically adding Smalls force with hers.

[Alaena]

Meep

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Before Chen can answer your questions, you storm off to spar with Smalls. She looks a bit confused and distressed, but she shrugs it off and the last thing you get is a view of her turning and heading toward engineering. You're fairly certain you could meet up with her later; not like there was a strip mall you all could go visit, or a town to harangue.

Knight

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You head down to the gene therapy labs and you quickly find the base to be nearly exactly as it was before. You take the elevator to the lower levels and quickly find yourself in the familiar, large, room of the genetics lab. The many human-sized tubes, though empty, are a bit ominous. They're currently being cleaned and perhaps prepped for something else. Only a few scientists are here, perhaps some of the newer ones, as they're diligently preparing the lab and cleaning the tubes.

Melissa

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You head down to the armory, attached to the range. You see a few other soldiers in tow have already gotten their weapons out and begun practicing for the missions to come. At the armory, you find the same red-head Aussie managing the munitions. Without a word, she quickly pulls out your weapons, likely recognizing you from the previous bases. Unless you make conversation, she'll continue cleaning with only the words, "Sign out your good on the sheet."

On your side of the weapons cage, you see a sign-in and out sheet, with space for the specific weapons being signed out, and their serial numbers, series, and make. The weapons themselves are as you left them, with the S.C.O.P.E. you requested as well for your rifle.

Russian

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You find the barracks on the east side, just as in the last base. You pick a bunk and pass out almost right away. Once you awake, you feel a lot more refreshed, although the silence of the barracks is a bit unnerving. It likely indicates many of your team members are out acclimating themselves to the headquarters, or perhaps practicing or even training.

You do a once over of the main levels of the base. The West Wing is still largely for research and development, whether scientific or mechanical. The East Wing is entirely for the soldiers, including barracks, dining area/lounge, fitness center, and a range attached to the armory. The lower levels would take quite awhile to explore, so you hesitate to go down there for the moment, unless you intend to dedicate a lot of time to it.

You eventually find yourself at the armory. A sign out sheet on your side of the weapons cage allows you to write down whatever you intend to take. The same red-headed Australian woman seems to be cleaning some of the weapons and you recall her having this duty at the last XCOM base. More than likely, she wasn't military, just another specialist supporting the soldiers.

Lorielle

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You find most of the bunks unclaimed, and even then, there's definitely an excess if everyone you've seen are the only deploying soldiers. After claiming yours, you decide to try to find Officer Bradford. Though not officially in charge of XCOM, she was more or less acting commander in the previous base. She is in charge of administration and communications, as well as managing the floor of the mission control in lieu of a commander.

You make your way to the upper levels and eventually find her office. The door is closed, so you politely knock and not a second later, you hear a strong, but female, voice say, "Enter."

You walk inside and see a simple and somewhat small office. The desk takes up 1/4th of the room and a small bookshelf is to the left of it. The red-head beauty named Tamara Bradford sits behind the desk and she glances up once to meet your eyes, then returns to diligently filling out some kind official forms.

"What can I do for you, squaddie? Sorry, your name's slipping my mind right now."

Shaknah, Delta, Spit

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Vahlen smiles, "Of course you can know of the tests beforehand. I have no intention to make you do anything you don't desire. I merely thought you would like to test your mental capabilities against in an alien in a controlled environment before facing it in the field. They are... resilient, in many ways. My studies have revealed much, however, of our enemy."

The doctor clears her throat to try to break up the heated discussion, "As I said, you will not be forced to do this. Your minds must be tempered steel against the alien psyche. Practice would do you well. If you like, I'll even leave the room. Those of you who wish to practice, come with me."

Vahlen stands up from behind her desk and walks out of the room, heading to the third containment cell from her office. It's the same cell that had the two sectoid commanders, as you all recall from your training. The two red-skinned aliens look inquisitively through the containment cell at the women, but otherwise, make no hostile moves.

Vahlen says, "Now, try to enter their minds, and acclimate yourself to their idiosyncrasies. It will make it a lot easier in the field. These ones are particularly powerful in psionic ability. These ones will seek you out in the field and seek to control you first and foremost."

Harley

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You find your way to the bunks and find more than enough for everyone to settle. You set yourself up, empty your back quickly, and head back to the hangar. Of the four aircraft hangars, two are open, and both with interceptors. It seems both are currently under maintenance by a half dozen technicians and engineers. The two skyrangers dominate the center of the hangar, receiving the most use. You recall your simulation training with the aircraft. The skyranger, beyond anything any single nation can hope to achieve, can circle the globe in a few hours. The interceptors are even capable of doing it in half that time and the Avalanche series missiles can shred the alien scout craft with ease.

You get somewhat excited at the thought of piloting these in actual combat, hoping you can best the alien pilots and dog-fighters, despite some of them being psychic.

The other two hangar garages are closed right now, for one reason or another. Perhaps the aircraft are ready to launch, or maybe there's nothing in them at all.

TCEL

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You take a look at the map and see the overall setup of the base. It was straight forward, no real secrets other than the lower levels having dozens of floors without labels or indicators. Regardless, you see the way to the barracks and you quickly take it. One short elevator trip and a few long corridors later, you enter the first floor of the barracks. The walls on each side of you are lined with bunks, just barely big enough for someone your size, and you can hardly imagine how the larger woman deals.

There seems to be quite an excess of bunks, and if the ones you met are your only team members, there will certainly be some left over. More than a few of your squad members are claiming bunks, or have already cleaned out their bags and left to visit other parts of the headquarters. You even see one soldier is sound asleep on her bed, likely tired from the trip.

Spriter

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You find the same red-headed Australian handing out weapons, to not just you, but others eager to practice their aim, including Jessica Hardy and some of the newer recruits. Without a word, the supply officer hands you all your weapons, on the assumption you're going to go through procedure and still sign out for them. The signout sheet already has a number of names on it of people who've secured their weaponry.

You find your rifle is exactly as you left it, perhaps cleaner than ever. The supply officer seems to be cleaning weapons, even as you inspect your rifle. It still has the same scope and other attachments you had on it before. Ammo is more than available and you're free to take as much as you can carry, though you're required to sign out number of rounds as well.

[Lorielle]

"Oh! Squaddie Sarah Volgel. Pleased to make your acquaintance ma'am. Though I was formally a lieutenant in Germany's armies just as the aliens had made themself public. The new ranking is a bit disorientating if I must say though such is life." Sarah gives a short salute as she introduces herself to her acting commander before, lack of a better word, checking out the woman. Never really seeing such a beautiful woman in her life though Dr. Valhen certainly competes for that position. "I must say this is an incredible base how long has X-com been combatting the aliens? Do you know where we will deploy to?" The soldier rapid fires a few questions not really sure what to expect from Officer Bradford as x-com doesn't feel like a true branch of the military especially since it's completely made up of women. "Also do I need your authorization to access the armory and firing range? As a greenhorn I would imagine there are a few restrictions in place to prevent someone from hurting themselves while in a top secret base."

[DeltaSynergy]

Kasumi bowed slightly to the doctor. "I shall assist in any way possible if it benefits our side against our enemies." Following to the containment cell, she stared at the sectoid commanders before closing her eyes as she tried to enter their mind and establish a link of sorts to discover more about them. While she had her personal goal of revenge and slaughter every alien, she herself wondered if there were good ones among them. "Shh...it's okay...I won't hurt you...I just want to talk to you..." Giving the motherly smile like she did back when she was with the Yakuza members, she felt the gentle approach would be a better choice.

[RussianTitan]

Taking in all of the armories toys Bellona lets out a smile, happy to benwith such beautiful weaponry. Taking time to fill out the armory sheet she lists herself for the standard equipment, assault rifle, body armour, pistol, etc. Once she got to the additional feature she was happy to see that she could enlist and extra piece of equipment to help her. Deciding on a smoke grenade she would finish out the form and turn it into the Red Haired girl at the front "Hello, I'm gonna guess you are the Armory Head" the Russian asked with a smile.

[Shaknah]

Amy took a small bow as well before following Vahlen. To enter another's mind... Could she do that? She didn't have any moral problem, she just wondered if she was capable. She'd just have to try things, and learn quickly.

She looked over the mysterious red figures. Too distractingly alien for her to empathize with. Amy closed her eyes, and imagined the room around her. She had no idea if this would work, but it might be a step in the right direction. Humming softly, she imagined herself as a light blue air spirit. Inquisitive and unstoppable. Naked, pure and free. She opened her spirit eyes and grinned, summoning the happy emotions of a hundred dorm parties.
"Hi aliens! What's up?" she giggled. "Come here often?"

[cryosabre]

"Ah, heh, yea I am Irish, and thanks and..." Sinaed doing her best to keep up with Aisha's machine-gun mouth but quickly giving up on the task and deciding it would just be easier to nod politely to the girl, not because she wanted to be rude, Sinaed was quickly realizing she was enjoying Aisha's company, the american girl doing enough talking for the both of them, it was just Sinaed had no chance of actually keeping up and didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Aisha. Her cheeks started to take on a slight red color at all of Aisha's compliments towards her even though she had obviously never actually seen her use a sniper rifle, but it was still uplifting to know that the woman already had confidence in Sinaed that she would do well. As Aisha asked her final question Sinaed gave the woman a friendly smile, though still struggled to meet her eye, "No, no of course not! Honestly you're fine, I've just never really been a big talker is all...But hey look we're here, do...uhm..you wana grab a stall close to mine?" she asked awkwardly while looking around the shooting range, a slight frown coming to her face at the amount of people already here, she had hoped to get some alone time to practice her aim, though hadn't minded Aisha coming along, but now with everyone else here Sinaed couldn't help but begin to feel self-concious, worried that she might do something stupid and embarrass herself in front of the other people at the firing range. Giving a sigh, Sinaed took up a prone position on the ground while she loaded a magazine into her Standard issue sniper rifle and aimed it down the range, "Alright Sinaed, just breathe and stay calm..." she muttered to herself under her breathe as she aimed at the targets and fired, planning to stay here as long as it took for her to improve on her already precise aim.