<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theanimegallery.com/data/thumbs/790px/0156/tAG_156326.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nana Sasami<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks Cantina<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Hoping nothing breaks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave; Open<br/><br/>Things seemed oddly quiet within the barracks. Some would consider it the calm before the storm. Others would associate it with soundproof walls and the fact that they were a few good miles below the surface. Not much sound can penetrate a wall of solid rock. Still, periodically there could be tremors felt against the floor. Nothing suggestion seismic activities. More like construction work or the wheels of large trucks moving about. XCOM was always growing and expanding their facilities. Much of the sounds seemed to come from the far left of the barracks; a little ways behind the bar. Bottles and cans would rattle periodically. Brunette that ran the bar didn't seem amused by this.<br/><br/>Nana really wasn't much for combat. She was picked up by XCOM by sheer accident. It was actually her twin sister, Nina, that they were interested in. She was the real gun-head. Nana, on the other hand, was far too docile to even be considered a defender of the world. Still, XCOM just couldn't afford to admit they made a mistake, so they brought her on anyway. Though she'd do better shooting herself in the foot than hitting an actual target, she excelled in hospitality and made many friends within the center. Eventually, she found her niche here, within the Cantina, serving the other troops and keeping morale high.<br/><br/>Things were pretty slow today. Since the arrival of the Valkyries, the entire place seemed to quiet down. A lot of the soldiers were jealous of these girls. What made them so special anyway? None of this really mattered to Nana, of course. She was just happy to see the new faces. Speaking of which, she had the pleasure of spotting one of the Valkyries visit her bar for a quick drink. The brunette flashed a pleasant smile to the woman and bowed briefly, but another tremor was felt and rattled the bottles behind her.<br/><br/>Jumping up quickly, she instinctively moved to settle them, then sighed.<strong>"It sounds like they'll dig right through the walls at this rate."</strong>She offered a weak laugh. It truly worried her that if construction continued something might break. No one else seemed to be bothered by it. Especially her new patron.<strong>"So you're one of the new Valkyries? It's nice to meet you. You can call me Nana. Might I ask you name, Ms?"</strong>She smiled politely at the soldier sipping the beer. Hopefully the Valkyries were nice.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3nI0G229k/SUCAK6oAZfI/AAAAAAAABSg/C_JJmrnE5QA/s400/ava_anime_girl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cassandra Harren<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks Training Room --> Main Haill<br/><strong>Action:</strong>After Practice<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kalina Dodger; Open<br/><br/><br/>Bullets popped off from the heated barrel of Cassandra's handgun as she fired at the moving targets behind the range. They were standard Bull's Eye targets attached to moving mounts. It was always good to get some handgun practice in, because you never know when you might need to use it. She'd spent some time at the firing range. She liked it better here, rather than the open target range just next door. That area was better left to those who trained as a group. She rarely did field exercises in the open space. It seemed to undermine the severity of the alien threat pending. Granted, shooting moving targets like it was an arcade game was no better, but at least it was something. Hopefully XCOM would develop more<em>advanced</em>training methods.  This was ridiculous.<br/><br/>Finally, after about a half hour of non-stop practice, the blonde felt her hands growing numb. With a countenance made of stone, she lowered her firing arm to her waist and stepped back from the range. Most of her shots were clean through the middle, though some happened to stray a few centimeters from the target. Being a perfectionist, it was always irritating to view her limits. A small scowl was evident of that. Holstering her weapon along her cargo shorts she walked to the exit of the range. The bolted metal door locked all sound within the room and kept out unwanted distractions. Entering the code, the keypad lit green and the latches automatically unlocked. The blonde woman pushed the door open and stepped out into the barracks.<br/><br/>New faces seemed to be present. This didn't amuse her. New people passed through regularly. Most of them never make it past their first mission depending. Still, some part of Cassandre pitied the lives lost in this war. Now was the survival of the fittest. Them against aliens. Honestly, that's all that really mattered.<br/><br/>The Gunwoman spotted one solo soldier sitting in the hall watching television. With a half-hearted smirk, she hesitated in interacting with her. It didn't seem like she took training all too seriously. It might be a good idea to remind her just how serious things can get around her. She walked over to the woman; her boots clacking with every step. With a hand on her shapely hips, she stood a few to the side of the couch and smirked.<strong>"It probably won't do you any good to stare at the T.V. all day. Nothing but panic and ignorance these days."</strong>She found humor in her own words.<strong>"Then again, nothing new, right?"</strong>