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[pieboblol]

*Meanwhile, in the medbay*

Bob is lying in a Medbay bed back at base, completely covered in bandages when Kugerfang limps over to Bob's bed, supported by a pair of crutches.

Kugerfang: Damn it's boring here! I should be out with everyone else, but no!! I'm stuck here with TC who spends all day in the shooting range... and you, the dumbest man alive... *sigh* I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't count to ten.

*Bob slowly attempts to count when Kugerfang notices something isn't quite right*

Kugerfang: Hey... are you... missing a leg?!:weird:
Bob: Doctor says he give me new leg.
Kugerfang: Wow, you kill one alien then you go and get your leg blown off. :notrust:
Bob: Bitten off...
Kugerfang: Ouch! How did you end up here anyway?

*Bob stares vaguely at the wall*

Kugerfang: Hello? Did you hear me? HELLO?!

*TC walks in with some bandages around his waist*

TC: Yea he ain't real bright is he? Major says he's a government experiment gone wrong. What he gained in muscle he lost in brains, or something like that.
Kugerfang: So the government just dumps him with us? But he's useless!
TC: He knows who to shoot at and how to pull the trigger, that's good enough for me. Besides, he makes for a good distraction. :amused:
Kugerfang: Obviously not good enough... he didn't distract the aliens from getting to you.
TC: I got hit trying to keep you from getting yourself killed! What were you thinking charging inside the UFO like that?
Kugerfang: It got the job done...
TC: Whatever, you got lucky kid. Maybe I'll let you end up like Bob next time.

*Kugerfang looks nervously at the stump that was Bob's leg*

TC: Anyway I'm getting out of here. It still wreaks from the mess you made last time.

*The Chosen gestured at the chunks of Pasta and Meatballs all over the floor*

Kugerfang: Don't remind me...

EDIT: I don't RP much so sorry if this isn't very good just thought I had to contribute something

[Fortis]

Fortis: So that’s what X Com is all about.
Terves: Good to see you survived your first missions.
Fortis: I need to do better though. I didn’t get to control one of those aliens before Arete blasted the ugly things.
Terves: She’s quite a soldier.
Fortis: The biologists were complaining about the state of the dead aliens we brought in. Something about grossly excessive amounts of bullet holes.
Terves:…I was just thinking that. Don’t pull you mind reading on me.
Fortis: I wasn’t. I talked with the biologists earlier.
Terves: Oh.
Fortis: Yeah, I’m going to be working with everyone here. I decided I’d better not creep them out too much.

Terves:…
Fortis:…

Terves: GTX threatened to kill you, didn’t he?
Fortis: Worse.
Terves: You mean…?
Fortis: His exact thoughts were “Making Kugerfang’s little trip seem like a @#$%-ing merry-go-round”
Terves: You must have pissed him off pretty bad.
Fortis: He promised me I’d be barfing up things I planned on eating for breakfast the next day.
Terves: He can be very convincing.
Fortis: So, I’m going to save most of the mental stuff for the aliens. Speaking of which, the biologists needed some help getting the new live specimens to talk, and I figured I could use the practice. Care to come?
Terves, No, I’ve got other…plans. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

*Terves departs for his room, hanging a Do-Not-Disturb sign on the handle. Fortis hears the pop and fizzle of a fizzy dring being opened.*

Fortis: Huh. I wonder…Oh, never mind. Time to go screw with alien minds.

[TheChosen]

@pieboblol: In the words of Space Harrier: "Youre doing great!"

Paco's walking down the stairs, heading to the cellar to see the new collection of freaks. At the stairs, he notice's TheChosen sitting on the last step. He seems to be sleeping.

Paco look arounds, but there's no one else near. Just as he's about to scare the hell out of him, TC's rifle was pointing at his nose.

TheChosen: Dont even think about it
Paco: Damn! How did you know I was here.
TheChosen: Sixth sense
Paco: What? Is that telepathic stuff?
TheChosen: No. Its natural evolution.

There's a little akward silence. Then TC continues.

TheChosen: Do you know how many battles I have fought?
Paco: More than me at least
TheChosen: Exactly. Soldiers and mercenaries like me who have fought in tons of battles, wars, conflicts, firefights and bar brawls tend to be tired and exhausted all the time. Me and many others tend to take naps whenever and where-ever we can.
Paco: You tired?
TheChosen: Hell yeah. I havent had a decent vacation in years. Most of my days I spent with military stuff or weapons. Sometimes maybe a little spying mission. I do relax every now and then like a normal working people, but still, If I got nothing better to do, Il take a nap. Even in a middle of a mission.

TC takes out a coke can from somewhere and pops it open.

TheChosen: Altough we take naps, were still alive and ready for combat. All the experience has made us restless and If there's danger near, we sense it, even if were sleeping.
Paco: I see. Is that why you drink coke?
TheChosen: No. I know it has caffeine, but that doesnt help much. Sometimes, If its very cold, I'l stay wide awake for few hours. I just drink this because its good.

TC finishes his drink and throws the can away.

TheChosen: By the way, I hope you arent down here just because you want to hear mercenary wisdom.
Paco: What? Oh, right. Nope. Sorry. I was going for somewhere. Later.
TheChosen: Yeah. Later.

TC watches as Paco disappears downstairs. Then, he closes his eyes and continues his dream.

[GTX2GvO]

@pieboblol: You did very fine..

@Fortis: Ahhw You held back on the amount of threats you managed to get from my mind
Or did I scare ya so much with that part you didn't even wanted to read the rest
Anyway.. Roughly good description of it..

*@ the top of the stairs to the cellar*

GTX2GvO (whisper): So TC.. In the need of a powernap I see..
GTX2GvO (whisper): I would love to know what you're dreaming, but I have stuff to do..

*GTX2GvO Walks to the equipment bay*

GTX2GvO: Ahh.. My lovely ship.. Took some hours to clean you.. :notrust:

*GTX2GvO jumps into the cockpit as if it was nothing*

GTX2GvO: G'day there..
Ship: #Now What..?#
GTX2GvO: Any reports?
Ship: #Managed to take those scans you requested while hauling that punk kid I had to take for a ride as a cover up for this.. #

GTX2GvO: So you got full scans of T.R.'s base of operations?
Ship: #So. When ARE you gonna call him?#
GTX2GvO: In due time. In due time.
GTX2GvO: So.. Got the confirmation??
Ship: #DNA Scans indicate full family like relationship between that sample you gave me and T.R. Antula.#
Ship: #They are most likely brothers#

GTX2GvO: So T.R. It seems you really are Billy Damage..
Ship: #Wait!! That was a sample of the MAJOR'S DNA?? #
GTX2GvO: I know you can do enough with a string of hair. Was fairly easy..
Ship: #What Made you wonder about the family ties between T.R. And the Major?#
GTX2GvO: Same face and Look in their eyes when getting pissed about me.

Ship: #Will you tell the major that his little brother is the boss of the Webben Pirate Clan??#
GTX2GvO: No.. Why would I.. I first have to use that knowledge against T.R.
GTX2GvO: I might do a lot of jobs in their favor, but that does not make me a member of that clan.
Ship: #Does the fact that he knows where to look for your base has anything to do with it?#
GTX2GvO: I'm just glad he doesn't know the exact location..

GTX2GvO: Well.. I'm off to the Med bay.. Bob managed to forget to bring a part of his leg back to base and now those medics demand I will share my knowledge, and technology, to grow it back on..
Ship: #How much will it cost those Medics for that request?#
GTX2GvO: Ohh.. Around 2000 or 3000 credits
Ship: #Aren't you overdoing it this time?#

GTX2GvO: They are going to borrow the damn thing for the rest of my stay here.

*GTX2GvO jumps out of the cockpit and opens a storage door on the ship and picks a rather large box out of it*

GTX2GvO: Damn this is heavy..

*After closing the storage door GTX2GvO walks towards the medbay*

Ship: #Finally that's a good 50 Kg I don't have to carry around anymore.. :notrust: #

[Fortis]

Fortis: And now, this ugly purple thing believes that you are the alien Grand Poobah, or whatever their equivalent is.
Alien <Command me, revered one.>
Scientist: Ahc, excellent, dat vill help our efforts greatly. Vat about dat one in cell…Ah, Major! Vat can I do for you?
Fortis: Sir! *salutes* (uh oh…)
Major Damage: At ease, Fortis. I wanted to discuss your performance on the last few missions. You got some kills, more than I thought you would. That was good, but I was disappointed with your performance on the mental front.
Fortis: I was too, to tell the truth.
Major Damage: Care to explain?
Fortis: Bluntly, I need to be faster. I was taking to long to get into the alien’s mind before it was shot full of holes. I came down here specifically to practice breaking into alien minds.
Major Damage: Good initiative. How is your progress?
Fortis: Tell them, Albert.
Scientist: Fortis hadt been a goodt help to us. Vatch! You dere!

*Scientist Albert opens a viewing port to one of the cells.*
*The alien inside jumps to attention*

Alien: <How may I aid you, revered one?>
Scientist: Vat are you?
Alien: <A Wentrodfeash derr’ak. What you call a spitter, revered one.>
Scientist: How many oder spitters or aliens vere in your group?
Alien: <4 spitters, 8 other species, revered one.>
Scientist: Hmmm. Sing dat song I vas playing earlier.
Alien: <Gladly Revered one! Deutschland, Deutschland über alles!
Über alles in der Welt…>

*Scientist Albert closes the viewing port, while the alien inside begans dancing a jig to it’s boisterous singing*

Major Damage: Well, you’re thorough, that for sure, but what about speed?
Fortis: I’m getting faster, sir.
Major Damage: Good, I expect you to do better on your next assignment.
Scientist: Lets see how number six is doing.
Fortis: No! Wait!

*Scientist Albert opens a viewing port to another one of the cells.*

Alien: <REPENT!! THE END IS NIGH!! MERCY I BEG OF YOU!!>
Scientist: Vat the heck!?

*Scientist Albert slams the viewing port shut. Major Damage blinks. Fortis looks to the side.*

Major Damage: Care to explain that?!
Fortis: I uh…went too fast on that one. I damaged a few thing while breaking into it’s mind…

* Scientist Albert peeks into the viewing port*
Alien: <THE DREAD PIRATE ROBETS HAS COME FOR OUR SOULS!!!>

Scientist: Now vere didt it pick dat one up?
Fortis: I honestly have no idea…
Major Damage: Just out of curiosity, how long did that one take you?
Fortis: From contact to…uh…what you saw there, about six seconds.
Major Damage: That’s the kind of speed you need on the battlefield. Don’t try to be subtle. Just crash through the barriers. Your first priority is taking down the aliens and protecting your squad mates. Preserving the aliens in good condition is secondary.
Fortis: Yes sir.
Major Damage: Oh, and restrict your speed training to the psy gyms from now on. Dismissed.

Alien 1: < Von der Maas bis an die Memel! Von der Etsch bis an den Belt!>

Major Damage: And get that thing to shut up.
Scientist: Vat is vrong vid de “Das Lied der Deutschen”?
Major Damage: You’re in San Francisco, not Berlin!
Scientist: You Americans should learn to appreciate goodt-
Alien 2: <THE NINJAS! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! AIEE!>
Scientist: Fortis! You made dat mess, you shut dem up!

[AlumiuN]

*AlumiuN sits in quarters*
Alien *muffled*: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles!
AlumiuN :God damnit. I've heard that one too many times. *bangs on wall* Shut the hell up! *singing stops* Huh. Looks like Fortis messed up that one a bit. Who the hell wants to hear that coming from anywhere, let alone there?
Scientist *walks in*: Vat vas dat about?
AlumiuN: Why does that alien know Das Lied der Deutschen?
Scientist: I taught him it.
AlumiuN: Why, of all songs, would you teach him that?
Scientist: You do not like it? Vat is wrong mit it?
AlumiuN: Let me tell you about what happened two years ago.

AlumiuN: I was in Munich on a holiday with my parents, who hadn't been on a holiday for about 10 years. Long story very short, a German extremist group detonated a large bomb near where we were staying - near enough that the blast killed my mother instantly and put my father in a critical condition. _Then_ the hospital he was staying in was raided by the same group. He was killed by a .45 caliber bullet. Both times, I heard Das Lied der Deutschen about 10 seconds before the crap hit the wall. The media covered the whole thing up, and everyone who saw it was payed to keep quiet by the government. But by that time, I had already left, but I wondered why the government covered it up. Three weeks of intensive research later, and I had discovered that not only had the government paid the group to do it, but a group of aliens had infiltrated the government and set the whole damn thing up.

Scientist: Ach. Scheisst. I see. Vell, ve Germans aren't all sellouts. I guess dats vhy you're here.
AlumiuN: Bingo. I would prefer it if you told no-one else about this.
Scientist: OK. I tink I can keep it qviet. *walks out*
*AlumiuN puts head in hands*