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*sound of a gunshot ..... yay heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadshot.

OK.. Make me Human then... :notrust: (although Alien would really be the more interesting thing)

The rest remains the same....


I'll edit the info above by myself...

Capo: If you mean squad medic, that's not possible. The game is designed in such a way that the medkits only work on the soldier carrying them (dumb, I know).

We'll begin as soon as you're ready.

:(

Well,chose you the role,it will be fine.

What about Medkits being the only weapons Capo carries. (and can carry) ;)

It begins.

Somewhere in Mega-Primus...
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Looks like a government-owned warehouse, doesn't it? Let's have a closer look, though...


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It's actually the X-Com base, named by some long-past-expiry gamer geek after an early 21st Century abandonware site.


In the briefing room, the team is assembled for the first time.
Capo, the team's... er, line trooper? :huh:
GTX2GvO the universal mercenary! :cool:
Paco, the all-rounder whose main specialty is kicking the aliens around (and let's not forget shooting them apart, gangsta-style). :laugh:
Tervez, the hybrid mind-warrior! :nuts:

And of course the current X-Com commander (unfortunately permamently restricted to leading from behind a desk), major "Max" Damage. :mad:

Paco: What ere we still waiting for?
Mjr. Damage: You will adress me from now on as "Sir", soldier! As to why we're still here, the remaining three members of your team are about to report.
Paco: Yes... Sir!
GTX2GvO: Whatever you say, sir. I'd just like to remind you that my paycheck is counted by hour, not by day, and...

The door opens, interrupting whatever GTX was about to say next. It's precisely 12:00, down to a second as a metallic voice says #Greetings#.
That's none else but Eagle of Fire, our resident android and heavy weapons expert!? He's the man, or perhaps the android, when it comes to blowing things up, burning them down or doing both at the same time! :noworry:

It doesn't take long for the next arrival to march in: a tall man in orange prison uniform, cautiously watched by two Megapol security guards in full riot armor.

Mjr. Damage: Well, well, well - haven't seen you in a looong time. :notrust: What name are you going by now?
The Chosen: "The Chosen" will be fine, sir. I've had too many weird aliases over the years.
Mjr. Damage: (to the guards) That will be all, gentelmen. Uncuff him now.
The Chose: Oh, those things?

TC makes some anatomically impossible moves with wrists and suddenly the cuffs are hanging from his open palm. His guards cautiously move a step back, only to find out that the cuffs just clasped together around one arm of each. They withdraw behind the door.

Mjr. Damage: The Chosen will be our sniper and missile specialist. Do be careful when dealing with him, though - for him, "irritating" is synonymous with "about to find a live grenade in their underwear".

Suddenly, a peculiar sound can be heard from the corridor. Soon, words can be discerned among the screaming "Wooot! Wooot! A real secret base!"

All of a sudden, Major Damage seems to be torn between hanging himself or rushing into corridor with murder on his mind. This becomes apparent as a young punk enters the room.

"Whoa! Real soldiers!"

Paco: What is that and what the hell is it doing here?
Mjr Damage: The answer for the first question is Kugerfang. For the second... he's the kid of some big shot in the Senate. They practically threatened us to take him in.
GTX2GvO: !
Capo: ?
Tervez: ...

Mjr Damage: And since he couldn't shoot a gun to save his life, the armory system assigned him the squad's stun grapples instead.

Entire squad: ...groan...

Mjr Damage: That's it for the briefing. Pick your gear from the armory on your way to living quarters.

The entire squad (even Kugerfang, who seems to have calmed down a bit) walk out of the room, unaware that in less than two hours they'll be panically scrambling for their first encounter with the aliens.

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I like that!

I hope im not in the first line or my life will be short :worried:

During the time the team Picks up their Gear.

GTX2GvO: Hmmm.. Sniper Right??
The Chosen: Yeah so?? :notrust:

GTX2GvO: Than YOU'RE that guy 5 years ago in Gamma Quadrant!!
The Chosen: Maybe.. (Looks for a way out)

GTX2GvO: Thanks or that legshot.. :amused:
The Chosen: !!!!

The Chosen: You were.....
GTX2GvO: Whatever pays best. ;)
The Chosen: You know I WAS aiming for our head...

GTX2GvO: That's why I thank you for that one time you missed.. :)
The Chosen: Keep in mind that was THE ONLY time I EVER missed. :mad:

GTX2GvO: Sure.. Was a one time gig anyway...
GTX2GvO: Although they DID pay all the cash.. They didn't even TRIED paying that other thing I demanded..
The Chosen: ????

GTX2GvO: Has to do with the reason Why I wasn't even in this Galaxy the last 5 years..
The Chosen: That fancy space ship of yours??

GTX2GvO: Perhaps...
And walks away whistling.. http://www.reloaded.org/forum/style_.../whistling.gif

Short announcement: I intended to prepare the next episode for tomorrow, but I did not account for my PC acting up like it just happene. Nothing serious but it took me several hours to solve (not to mention a lot of nerves) - hence eating up the time I intended to devote to the matter, and thus what was supposed to be the tomorrow's episode will be delayed until Saturday.

Looks great, but I really can't understand why you equiped my char with two weapons. Those are two handed weapons, you get a big accuracy hit when you have something in your off hand...