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Officer Bradford glances at you when you mention adjusting to your new rank, she scoffs and says, "XCOM will only be around as long as the alien threat is. Not to mention the entire thing is classified at the highest levels. If you're looking for glory, you're in the wrong place."
She continues to fill out and work the forms infront of her as you launch a volley of questions. She waits for you to finish, or run out of breath, whichever comes first, before responding.
"We've been in and out for the last 6 years or so. We were shutdown for awhile, and I wasn't on board the entire time it's been online either. As to your deployment, can't say just yet. That'll be up to the new commander. The Council's announcing whom that is tomorrow."
When you ask about the firing range, she smirks and says, "Sounds like a good question for the supply officer. I joke... You can requisition weapons whenever you go on range to practice, or on mission of course. There's no restriction. You're all professionals who've been vetted thoroughly, psychology included. You're supposed to be the best of the best, so we assume you'll continue to act in such a manner. The entire base is free to explore unless the research or engineering heads, or the commander when she's appointed, says otherwise. Usually, there'll be a big 'RESTRICTED' sign, or those levels or doors will simply be locked."
Officer Bradford glances at you when you mention adjusting to your new rank, she scoffs and says, "XCOM will only be around as long as the alien threat is. Not to mention the entire thing is classified at the highest levels. If you're looking for glory, you're in the wrong place."
She continues to fill out and work the forms infront of her as you launch a volley of questions. She waits for you to finish, or run out of breath, whichever comes first, before responding.
"We've been in and out for the last 6 years or so. We were shutdown for awhile, and I wasn't on board the entire time it's been online either. As to your deployment, can't say just yet. That'll be up to the new commander. The Council's announcing whom that is tomorrow."
When you ask about the firing range, she smirks and says, "Sounds like a good question for the supply officer. I joke... You can requisition weapons whenever you go on range to practice, or on mission of course. There's no restriction. You're all professionals who've been vetted thoroughly, psychology included. You're supposed to be the best of the best, so we assume you'll continue to act in such a manner. The entire base is free to explore unless the research or engineering heads, or the commander when she's appointed, says otherwise. Usually, there'll be a big 'RESTRICTED' sign, or those levels or doors will simply be locked."
Delta
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(Will roll Player 7 vs. alien 23)
You open your mind and connect it to the sectoid commander's. While you might've expected resistance, he seems to openly let you enter and probe his metaphysical cranium. Immediately, you hear a deep, powerful, voice.
"Talk? Such a wasteful thing to do with a mouth."
Suddenly, you receive flashes and images of human women being bred by the dozens. An entire town square in which mutons and sectoids alike are violating females. You see one woman indulging two sectoid cocks at once in her pussy. You see another woman taking a cock in each hand, one in each of her three orifices, and reveling in the attention. More than anything, these women seem to enjoy every second of their impassioned violation. It gets you a bit aroused seeing it, a confused and twisted sort of arousal. These images feel so lifelike with the mental connection with the sectoid, that you almost feel like you're standing in the middle of the debauchery.
At the very least, the sectoid is letting you probe his thoughts as you please. You find a cruel, calculating intelligence behind all the sexual desires. Then, you come across more images of him imagining bending you over and shoving his thick cock into your pussy. You find yourself having difficulty controlling yourself and before you know it, your crotch is getting moist from this surge of lustful images.
"Don't desire your baser desires. I promise, my people bring nothing but happiness."
(Will roll Player 7 vs. alien 23)
You open your mind and connect it to the sectoid commander's. While you might've expected resistance, he seems to openly let you enter and probe his metaphysical cranium. Immediately, you hear a deep, powerful, voice.
"Talk? Such a wasteful thing to do with a mouth."
Suddenly, you receive flashes and images of human women being bred by the dozens. An entire town square in which mutons and sectoids alike are violating females. You see one woman indulging two sectoid cocks at once in her pussy. You see another woman taking a cock in each hand, one in each of her three orifices, and reveling in the attention. More than anything, these women seem to enjoy every second of their impassioned violation. It gets you a bit aroused seeing it, a confused and twisted sort of arousal. These images feel so lifelike with the mental connection with the sectoid, that you almost feel like you're standing in the middle of the debauchery.
At the very least, the sectoid is letting you probe his thoughts as you please. You find a cruel, calculating intelligence behind all the sexual desires. Then, you come across more images of him imagining bending you over and shoving his thick cock into your pussy. You find yourself having difficulty controlling yourself and before you know it, your crotch is getting moist from this surge of lustful images.
"Don't desire your baser desires. I promise, my people bring nothing but happiness."
Russian
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The supply officer wore a dirty dark green jumpsuit and when you get her attention, she turns to regard you and you see a large cleavage poking out from the halfway zipped uniform.
"Yes, I'm glad your brain works. You'll need it in the field."
Her nametag reads 'Sherry,' but she doesn't seem like the courteous type to bother introducing herself. After you hand her the form, she barely glances at it before pulling out the requested equipment and weapons and sliding them through the small opening on the weapons cage. She takes a seat next to her workbench and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She quickly pulls one out, lights it with a match and places it between her lips. If you're still there, she says, "Anything else I can help you with?"
The supply officer wore a dirty dark green jumpsuit and when you get her attention, she turns to regard you and you see a large cleavage poking out from the halfway zipped uniform.
"Yes, I'm glad your brain works. You'll need it in the field."
Her nametag reads 'Sherry,' but she doesn't seem like the courteous type to bother introducing herself. After you hand her the form, she barely glances at it before pulling out the requested equipment and weapons and sliding them through the small opening on the weapons cage. She takes a seat next to her workbench and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She quickly pulls one out, lights it with a match and places it between her lips. If you're still there, she says, "Anything else I can help you with?"
Shaknah
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(Will roll player 6 vs. alien 11)
You try to use charm and innocence as you make your way into the sectoid commander's mind. He willingly lets you in to your surprise and you easily get past the surface thoughts. You imagine yourself as a blue light making your way into one of the sectoid's heads, but your form is quickly reshaped to your normal human form, albeit without clothing. You hear a deep voice respond to you, "I live here, in fact. Perhaps you would like to entertain us..."
As you remain mentally linked, the room around you suddenly shifts. The alien's mind re-imagines your surroundings and you're suddenly in the containment cell with them. You're aware this is all due to their imagination, but without trying to break the link, there was little you could do except see what their thoughts were.
One of the two sectoid commanders infront of you speaks again, with that same deep voice that radiates through your entire being, "You seek to learn from us as your enemy. We are merely the harbingers of the next stage of your enlightenment."
You can hardly ignore the massive cocks on both sectoids, close to a foot in length and thick as any porn star's member. They walk up to you as they casually stroke their members to full hardness and the voice says again, "Do you not see the joy?"
Images fill your head suddenly of towns in Canada, where women are being banged by an array of aliens, some 8 and 9ft tall, some with tentacles, and some women just getting gangfucked by a dozen sectoids at once. Then, you see these women inflate with pregnancy, give birth, and then have lewd and constant sex with their own hybrid sons. The cycle goes on and on and you can't help but get very aroused at this perverse sight. Something in you feels different, for better or worse. And all at once, these images are washed away and you're back in the core of the sectoid's mind, as the two of them stroke their cocks next to your standing form. The mental link between these aliens was so strong, the situation felt almost real, likely due to the combined strength of your psionic power and his.
"Only yourself, and us, know what's happening in your mind. Even in a non-physical state, if you wish to understand us, you must understand... what we offer you."
The two sectoid commanders close in on you and rub their cockheads against your bare ass cheeks from behind you as their hands wander between your legs to touch your wet, metaphysical, pussy.
(Will roll player 6 vs. alien 11)
You try to use charm and innocence as you make your way into the sectoid commander's mind. He willingly lets you in to your surprise and you easily get past the surface thoughts. You imagine yourself as a blue light making your way into one of the sectoid's heads, but your form is quickly reshaped to your normal human form, albeit without clothing. You hear a deep voice respond to you, "I live here, in fact. Perhaps you would like to entertain us..."
As you remain mentally linked, the room around you suddenly shifts. The alien's mind re-imagines your surroundings and you're suddenly in the containment cell with them. You're aware this is all due to their imagination, but without trying to break the link, there was little you could do except see what their thoughts were.
One of the two sectoid commanders infront of you speaks again, with that same deep voice that radiates through your entire being, "You seek to learn from us as your enemy. We are merely the harbingers of the next stage of your enlightenment."
You can hardly ignore the massive cocks on both sectoids, close to a foot in length and thick as any porn star's member. They walk up to you as they casually stroke their members to full hardness and the voice says again, "Do you not see the joy?"
Images fill your head suddenly of towns in Canada, where women are being banged by an array of aliens, some 8 and 9ft tall, some with tentacles, and some women just getting gangfucked by a dozen sectoids at once. Then, you see these women inflate with pregnancy, give birth, and then have lewd and constant sex with their own hybrid sons. The cycle goes on and on and you can't help but get very aroused at this perverse sight. Something in you feels different, for better or worse. And all at once, these images are washed away and you're back in the core of the sectoid's mind, as the two of them stroke their cocks next to your standing form. The mental link between these aliens was so strong, the situation felt almost real, likely due to the combined strength of your psionic power and his.
"Only yourself, and us, know what's happening in your mind. Even in a non-physical state, if you wish to understand us, you must understand... what we offer you."
The two sectoid commanders close in on you and rub their cockheads against your bare ass cheeks from behind you as their hands wander between your legs to touch your wet, metaphysical, pussy.
