X-Com: UFO Unknown

[That_One_Guy]

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Deep Beneath the American soil, lies the eXtraterrestrial Combat Unit, known as X-Com. Their mission, to stop the Alien abductors, research their equipment, and push them back, all while pleasing their funders.

The Living Quarters was a little crowded, the 4 soldiers having to share their rooms with the 10 Scientists and 10 Engineers, who were just idling around and talking about their respective areas, Scientists talking about the wonders of Alien technology, and Engineers talking about getting the privilege to make this stuff. In the rooms behind the Living quarters was the General stores, the area where their weapons, ammo, and general equipment were kept. The soldiers weren't directly allowed into the left-most room as that was where the Radar system was and were only allowed to be there if it was needed to be defended. Beyond the Right-most doors were the research and Manufacturing room, idling by since their scientists and Engineers respectively weren't doing anything at the very moment. Then again, there wasn't much for you soldiers to do either at the very moment, other than try and get to know your fellow brother/sister in arm.

[Hazard1325]

Private Muller, also known as "Rookie" Muller lounged on her bed staring up and the bunk above her. She looked around at the eggheads from Research and Development and sighed. "So who in here is actual combat personnel besides me?" She sat up taping her foot waiting for an answer. The past few months had been stressful and she wasn't in the best state of mind. First they had told her aliens were real, that had made her laugh until the men in the suits waited for her to stop. They weren't laughing... she signed on and went through X-Com basic which may as well have been bootcamp again. They hardly seemed to know anything about the aliens, or it was just so classified they didn't mind sending soldiers in blind. She had slowly come to accept the idea that Aliens were real but it wasn't easy to agree to all the nondisclosure forms. She probably wouldn't see any of her family again back in Germany until the alien "threat" was dealt with, who knows when that would be, probably when kooks finally stopped reporting crop circles. She was still skeptical about the whole "threat" part, surely aliens could have just blown them all up already.

[daxtinator396]

Dax who was also sitting in his bed at the time wondering why they weren't doing something already,"Jeeze if aliens are real now then why the hell aren't we fighting them?" He wondered to himself grumpily before he heard a female voice speak up asking if there were any other military personnel and not just the egg heads loitering about with nothing to work on,"Here Miss. Private Sierra at your service." He said sitting up. He wondered briefly if she was stuck in the same boat as him. Family might as well not exist until he was sent home in a body bag or the this "alien menace" was taken out for good.

[Hazard1325]

Ilsa turned looking at the other row of cots. "Private Muller, glad to see I wasn't the only soldier drafted." She holds out her hand to shake. "German Army, 41st Airborne. What was you're unit?" She's relived she wont have to talk with the mechanics or scientists. She wanted to know who she'd be working with in the field, if this unit ever actually went anywhere.

[daxtinator396]

Dax grins,"Please call me Dax. Especially if we are going to be fighting alien scum side by side. Becuase Private Sierra is just soo long to shout out in the heat of battle." He said with a joking smile. He then answered,"I`m a proud member of the United States Marine Corps. Just a Jarhead drafted to serve the world." He said with a grin.

[Hazard1325]

Ilsa returns the grin. "Okay then Dax... you believe in these little green men our governments are talking about?" this was an American facility so she hoped he would be better briefed on what they should expect. She looked around at the room, two soldiers weren't going to be enough to watch over this whole base.

[daxtinator396]

"Not in the slightest. We were told some bullshit stroy by the brass... but this facilty is quite expensive for some kind of story. As usual the grunts are the last to know. But hey enough bullets can bring down anything." He said grinning again. He didn`t know what to believe but he had a feeling that they would find out for sure once mission time came along...

[Inflectrum]

Daniel, laying on his bed, relaxing while listening in, decides to give his two cents. Daniel casually walks over to the pair, and speaks while inspecting the two soldiers, taking note of their apearances. "The only thing i'm really worried about is staying alive. They probably have equipment thats much better than ours. I just hope we survive our first battle." He waits for a response from either of the two other soldiers.

[BlueLight]

"Will you two bastard children shut the fuck up and get fucking ready. We are have duty in 15 minutes, unless you both of you want to do a quickly." Sid said being lewd as possible
He unzipped the pants he wore to bed and they slid down his body showing his fucking hot ass. he grabbed a towel , then started walking to the bathroom and shaked his ass to the women that he would make sure to bed sometime soon.

He walked into a shower stall and turned on the water. the bar of soap started to slide across his body. He was washed in 5 minutes and left the bathroom, with nothing but a towel around his lovely skin.

[Hazard1325]

Ilas nodded at Daniel "That is of course the priority... I just find it hard to believe there will be actual aliens. So whats your name anyway? I'm Muller, Ilsa Muller." She pushes her hair back before offering her hand to the man. When Sid yelled over she glared at the man but didn't say anything, she muttered to the two soldiers near her. "I'm foreign and I speak more fluently..."

[Inflectrum]

Daniel ignores Sid's antics and extends his hand towards Ilas and shaking it whilst introducing himself. "Seargant Daniel Hughes, Special Air Services Regiment. Although, I guess our old ranks don't matter anymore, we are all rookies here." As he speaks, you would notice an Australian accent and a calm tone of voice. He lets go of Illsa's hand, and places his own at his side before saying: "But you can just call me Dan, or something close to that if ya want" whilst giving Ilsa a friendly smile.

[daxtinator396]

Dax ignores the man's lewd comments as he apparently went to go take a shower and proceeded to shake his ass at everyone in the room. He decided he might as well introduce himself as well,"Sierra... Dax Sierra. Nice to meet you Dan." He said with a grin.

[Inflectrum]

Dan faces Dax, and smiles gently towards him as well. "Likewise.." He says as he strokes his chin, as if he had a beard. He mumbles to himself, thinking. "Dax. Ive heard that name before..." His face lights up, before he grins towards Dax and grins widely before asking: "Wasn't Dax a character from Star Trek?" He chuckles to himself, and waits for how Dax will respond to his larrakin humor.

[daxtinator396]

Dax' face cracks into a smile at his comment,"Bite your tongue! I can't help the name my momma gave me. Sides I'm a Star wars kinda guy. Greedo shot first and Han Solo is no scoundrel and all that!" He said with a grin. He was being truthful in that and he had never seen an episode of Star Trek in his life.

[Inflectrum]

Dan chuckles before putting on a more serious tone. "Anyway, I think ima to head to the armoury, and like what the streaker said, we got duty soon, so I might get geared up. Il catch you all in a bit." Dan smiles politly and nods before turning around, and heading in to the general stores.

[Hazard1325]

Ilsa listened to the two men talk about films and TV series, she had heard of them both but never actually seen either. When Dan started to leave for the general stores Ilsa stood up to follow him. "I may as well gear up. Coming Dax?" She glanced back at him walking to the doors.

[daxtinator396]

Dax grins and follows along,"Yes ma'am if duty is soon we better get geared up! I want to see what kind of gear they have in this place. Let's go found out!" He said and followed her out. Looks like the other is going to come back to an empty room.

[Inflectrum]

Daniel enters the general stores, looking around for the armour locker. His face lights up with anticipation as he finds it, and heads towards it. He opens his own compartment and grins, finding that his body armour was coloured to his own taste, as was his helmet. He straps on the kevlar plating, piece by piece, and slides his helmet on. He hits a switch on the side, turning on the XCOM HUD on his helmet visor. "Not bad, not bad at all..." He comments, as he inspects the armour on his body.

((Goin to sleep, cya all in 7 hours or so))

[Hazard1325]

Ilsa opens up her own locker holding up her own ballistics vest. She puts it on over her dark fatigues and grabs the next piece looking over at Dan playing with his new armor. She gets the last few pieces in place before grabbing her G36 sliding the strap over one shoulder. For now she carries her helmet with her other hand and walks over to a box of smoke grenades pulling one out and putting it in one of her pouches. "So when exactly are we briefed?"

[napsii]

Nayeli ran a hand through her hair, which was still damp from her shower. As uncomfortable as the base's accommodations were, she would not think of complaining. The alien threat was very tangible, and among the things to be concerned about, a deficiency in tooth paste was one of them. She pulled on her black tank top, zipping up her black fatigue leggings and tying her boots with an ear out for the chatter on the either side of the wall of lockers. She clicked hers shut silently, pondering the banter at hand. It was almost frivolous, and although Naye didn't think negatively of them having some simple fun, her mind was chewing on the alien threat right now. For some, it was hard to stomach how quickly the world had changed in response to the looming danger allegedly posed by the creatures, but Nayeli had mounted that as her reason to join X-COM's ranks. It was a military like no other, and while grossly undergeared at the present, she knew it was principled.

She unrolled the fingerless, elbow-high black Lycra sleeves that'd been balled in her fist, sliding them onto her arms as she pulled her sleek body armor vest off the bench behind her. It wasn't one of the chunky tactical vests the military was known for -- just a standard concealable vest with a skeleton rig for some bare essentials -- but it was extraordinarily light. She checked the laces on her boots and strapped on her sleek kneeguards, seldom used but useful nonetheless. She looked sideways to a mirror and considered how distinctly tomboyish she looked. Typically against her superiors' wishes, she'd always had a principle for economy of force when it came to her gear. Perhaps dangerously so, she never took more than the bar minimum into the field. But she had never needed it. From birth to her late teens, her home had been engulfed in a bitter civil war, so asymmetric battles with rusty guns with barely a single magazine of ammo had been her life.

Seeing the others begin to crowd the lockers, she stepped away and moved to her bed, taking a tentative seat with eyes pointed toward the clock on the wall.