X-Com: Fight for Earth. A Sci-Fi, World saving Rp *Started* *Accepting Res sheets, Apply via PM*

[AgDr_ODST]

"I wouldn't know about Harrisburg, but the food I ate prior to being brought into Xcom depended on my location, one day it could be caviar and wine, while other days it was stale bread and stagnant water" Ziva threw out "So what is the food like around here" she asked

 

[NeoAC]

"It's basically like TV dinners," Corey said. "I guess they freeze dry them and bring them in, I don't know. What I do know is don't eat the Mexican fiesta platter. Not a good ending to that one."

Spoiler: OOC

Just guessing on that one, BigZ if it needs correcting, let me know.

 

[AgDr_ODST]

"well its better than stale bread and water" Ziva said while internally cringing at what she could only imagine Corey meant by 'not a good ending'

 

[Anah'ya]

Katja listened to the chit chat between Ziva and Corey while picking herself a bunk. She had never quite appreciated the socializing between soldiers, but knew that it was necessary. As for her though she preferred to keep things at a business end.

That, and she really didn't know her way around the mystery of human interaction.

 

[AgDr_ODST]

Spoiler: okay

not quite sure how to move things forward since Katja doesn't really seem like the type who would have much to say in a conversation

 

[The Zango]

Spoiler: OoC

Sorry, I was going to wait for Axle or TTT but I'll move it along if they haven't posted something by tomorrow

 

[NeoAC]

"I'll give you that," Corey replied. "But only barely. Anyway, so yeah, what else do you like to do besides killing things? Gotta be something else, right?"

 

[AgDr_ODST]

"hey I never said I like killing, I just did it to protect my homelanad" Ziva said pretending to be offended at the first part while being deadly serious about the latter part. "And thier are some other things. Im rather found of playing the saxaphone and I also like to sing and dance on the rare occasion when such things are appropriate." Ziva said responding to Coreys question

 

[NeoAC]

"Well I didn't mean you were heartless," Corey stated, trying to defend himself. "I just assumed that since you were brought here you enjoyed it. But anyway, that's cool. I can sing a bit, but nothing else. I spent my talent bars somewhere else."

 

[Anah'ya]

Katja sat down on her bunk, propped her elbows up on her knees and folded her hands so she could rest her chin in it while watching and listening to the conversation.

 

[The Zango]

"You ok?" asked Ethan as he approached the silent woman's bunk and took a seat on the empty surface of the night stand. He wore a friendly expression, wanting to help the new arrival feel at ease, remembering how the base had felt to him when they'd first arrived.

 

[Anah'ya]

"Yes Sir," she said--or rather snapped off more seriously than she had wanted to. Her German accent rung through clearly.

"It was a long flight, Sir. And I was picked up directly from a three days training excursion before that."

Katja managed a genuine smile.

"And I miss my rifle, Sir."

 

[AgDr_ODST]

"its quite allright Corey. If I didn't have a nack for it one of Xcom's officials who was visiting Israel afew years ago would have died and my homeland would neither have a seat at the table an assured alliance with the other nations on the X-Com council" Ziva explained while going into her backstory abit

 

[NeoAC]

"Wow," Corey said nodding. "Yeah a few years ago, I was still in high school. Bit a different, I guess."

 

[AgDr_ODST]

"our past circumstances were quite different, but what matters now is that we are all here together fighting for a common cause greater than ourselves. it is not for the safety of our individual nations its for our very survival as the human race" Ziva waxed philosophically while kicking back and laying on her bed.

Spoiler: @NeoAC

are you still interested in being Eddy in the real world rp?

 

[NeoAC]

Corey thought back on it what Ziva was saying for a minute. The only reason he was here was to try and speed his graduation out of the army and to get back on track with the MLB. He was feeling a little selfish. "Yeah, I guess that's true."

Spoiler: OOC

I've been debating whether or not to just drop out. I can't keep up, Fury and Rob and PF keep going back and forth with these one liners, I'll go to bed, and wake up and there will be another 5 bloody pages to read through, I honestly don't think I can keep up enough to make any positive advancements to the story. Not with this shitty connection.

 

[The Zango]

Kasai​

The SkyHawk rocked from side to side, making the trip even more uncomfortable than usual. It didn't help that Kasai was squeezed into a corner of the transport zone, most of the space taken up by large wooden boxes, the largest of which sitting in the very middle, adorned with a variety of 'reassuring' warning labels.

"We geddin close to base bozz" came Rauls voice from the cockpit, Kasai breathed a sigh of relief, soon he could relax... Slightly.

There was still many things for him to do and such little time to do them.


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Victor​

The signature blast of freezing wind swept through the hangar and into the barracks, stirring the team from their rest. Victor was the first to rise, followed closely by Ryker but instead of the slow stand Victor performed, Ryker apparently opted to throw himself from his bunk, crunching into the ground and crying out as he did so.

Victor ignored the cold as he woke himself up with a few constitutional stretches, he was a staunch believer that a stretch in the morning was better than even the strongest cup of coffee and so had been practising this exercise for the last thirty years.

He slid into a pair of baggy cargo pants, just as Ryker was collecting himself and trying to stuff his leg into a backwards pair of jeans. Ryker was obviously not a callisthenics lover like Victor.

"Ok everybody up! Commander is back!" he shouted, the situation reminding him of waking recruits back in Moscow, but back there he was alot let polite and more often then not used two dustbin lids, instead of his voice. Without waiting for the others to stir, Victor and Ryker set off towards the main hangar, after his long absence, Kasai would most likely appreciate a welcome.

 

[Anah'ya]

Katja woke immediately. Not to the shout, but the thump and cry previously to that. She peered around the barracks and sat up even before the remnants of sleep could wear off themselves.
Her legs swept off the bunk, and she grabbed her slacks and jacket to slip them on, before glancing at the other people in the team.

Was she supposed to just head after Makarovsky? Or..

Katja shrugged, stood, and walked towards the door. She hovered there, waiting for.. well.. something.

 

[AgDr_ODST]

Like clockwork Ziva was up, in her still pressed uniform that she had worn on the flight over and jogging over to the kitchen to grab 2 cups of coffee just as she had when she was a mossad liason in Washington to America's Naval Criminal Investivgative Service. One for her and one for her boss. 'I guess its like that old saying goes 'old habits die hard'' Ziva thought as she headed out to the shuttle bay coffee in hand and placed one cup on a crate while drinking the other

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

"Does he have to be so loud?" Groa mutters, pulling herself out of bed, scratching the back of her head absent mindedly.

She gets dressed quickly, pulling her hair into a ponytail before setting off for the hangar, sleep still hanging over her like a cloud.

Spoiler: OOC

Live damn you!