XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)
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				Title: <strong>XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 01:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/22hteb.png)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">XCOM Trailer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPvbF7bG7lk</div></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Two Possibilities Exist:<br>Either We Are Alone In This Universe<br>Or We Are Not.<br>Both Are Equally Terrifying.</em></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><em>Welcome, operatives, to the XCOM Project. You have all been gathered here from every corner of the world to defend our planet from the Extra Terrestrial threat. You are the first and last line of defense against an otherworldly force the likes of which none of us has ever seen before. Failure in your mission will result in the destruction of the world as you know it.<br><br>As the world's final hope, you have all been gathered here under the XCOM Project: Operation Valkyrie. We believe that your innate talents and potential will be the key to a swift and final end to this invasion. At the request of your Lead Commander, you have been sorted into a squadron of soldiers, which you will protect with your life while carrying out various missions assigned by your superiors.<br><br>Report to the Barracks and prepare for your briefing.<br><br>The world is counting on you, Valkyrie. Don't let us down.</em><br><br><br>The interior of the XCOM Barracks filled with ambiance bleeding out of the left-wing cantina. The Barracks rested directly below Central Mission Control, and was used as lodgings for the XCOM operatives within the base. Spacious bunkers served as living quarters for the Valkyries and for training purposes, a combat simulator had recently been installed within the far-end of the Barracks. Opinions about adding a public bath and Jacuzzi have been expressed, and is currently being considered. The likelihood of these installments being approved will be directly influenced by the Valkyrie's mission performance.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.moddb.com/images/members/1/771/770163/anime-girl_011.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kyra Sayre<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Addressing the Valkyries<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Standing front and center within the Barracks was Colonel Kyra Sayre. Rarely seen without her gear, today the soldier decided to make an exception. She wore a casual pair of camo-cargo pants and a black tank-top. She stood firm as her eyes scanned over the women before her. She was somewhat familiar with Lieutenant Rand, though they'd never had the pleasure of performing an operation on the same squad. It would be interesting to see if her reputation holds up now that Kyra has been placed in charge. <strong>"Good afternoon, Valkyries."</strong> She had an intimidatingly relaxed smirk on her face as she addressed the women in front of her. With a quick head-count, she noticed one of them seemed to be missing. Her smirk cracked wider along her angular face. <strong>"As you are well aware you are all apart of the XCOM Project: Operation Valkyrie."</strong> There was a sense of pride as she spoke the name. <strong>"You have been handpicked by your superiors and other 3rd party members to create the first squadron of Elite Valkyries. I have been informed that you are all of varying ranks and experiences. Though it might concern you, it doesn't really matter. This war has just barely begun. I will not sugar-coat anything for you, ladies. We are outmatched, outnumbered, and outgunned. Even the most experienced of soldiers can falter when in the face of an unknown enemy, and even a rookie can wind up saving an entire squad from total annihilation."</strong> At that last sentence, her dark eyes flickered over to the American, Riley.<br><br>Prior to this meeting, Krya familiarized herself with the history and background of each woman standing before her. Riley's file was considerably lighter than the rest. At first glance, one would attribute it to the rookie's inexperience, but it made the colonel wonder why someone with such limited skill be drafted into this Elite Squad. <strong>"Ladies! Each and every one of you will be heading off into battle against a force of unmatched strength. Each of you will fall into situations where even the best decision may leave one, or all, of you dead. You better get familiar with your new sisters, Valkyries. They'll be the ones responsible for keep you alive, and the same responsibility falls on yourself as well."</strong><br><br>The colonel smirked at the women, wondering which would be the ones standing confident, and which would be shaking in their boots. <strong>"Hopefully none of you are wetting your pads. Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 05:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/501270b5-1cf2-4d9f-8a6a-e3df2f806f88_zps19cd6ad8.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Asking a question of Colonel Kyra Sayre<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Hailey stood at attention in front of the Colonel, despite the fact her armour was starting to bite into her left shoulder, <em>Gotta remember to adjust the straps later</em> she internally commented. <strong>"Ma'am I have a question, is our equipment being sent on or will we be issued new equipment as part of this deployment?"</strong> she asked evenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 06:52:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Lodging around<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Having only being into Valkyrie for only two days, Jin hardly got acquainted with her comrades. Being the only member of Asian origin for now, making friends would likely take some time for her, though that was one of the very least of her worries. With an extraterrestrial war on her hands, it was likely that the friendships she'll make will be short-lived anyway, though having a more supportive role, she'll be damned if she'd let it happened. Jin was far from a veteran, but she had just enough experience with a gun to apply it with combat. Not to maintain she was Major League Gamer material when it comes to shooters and Role Playing Games with a sports playing background on top of that, though that hardly even counts as experience. <br><br>She was laying on her back on the couch playing her handheld video game when Colonel Sayre arrived to brief them on the situation. She quickly paused the game and tried to put the device on her pocket, but dropped it on the couch. It was likely that Sayre had noticed what Jin was doing which worried her: Goofing off, but what's done is done. She could only hope she'd doesn't get scolded too much. "Jin Moon reporting for duty, ma'am!" she said, trying to sound enthusiastic as she'd quickly stood up. Jin was having goosebumps. She wasn't <em>too</em> frightening about the situation; maybe a little, but she was really hoping she'll do a good job and things go accordingly. She doesn't want the world to end, that was for sure. Not like this. <br><br>"...Is this it? Are we having more members coming?" she asked. Jin didn't doubt the abilities of those currently present, but it almost felt like they were short handed. After all, the more help, the better. Jin certainly hoped they'd count on her to do <em>all</em> the work.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnnyboyboy</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 20:39:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yDntc2G.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalina Dodger<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Listening to what is happening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>The alien invasion was quick, faster then most military forces would be able to respond to and they probably knew that, Kalina had been cleaning her sidearm when the Colonel had entered to room, Standing to attention she listened intently to what she had to say. Looking around at the other women it was safe to say that she was not not that impressed with them.<br><br><em>Hope they can hold their own..</em> she thought to herself <em>Don't want to bring bodies back..</em> when Hailey asked a question Kalina thought about it in her own head <em>Please say we get some kick ass gear</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 22:29:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall (After several minor detours)<br><strong>Action:</strong> Running late<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the main hall, American Airlines<br><br><hr><br>The fact that there was more than one Washington in the United States had proven quite troublesome for a particular traveller who happened to be in the dilemma of ending up in Washington State when aiming for Washington D.C. In the end, it had seemed a bit sketchy when she ended up in the far north in the middle of nowhere, with temperatures about 50 degrees Celsius below what they should be, at least for someone spending large amounts of time in deserts. However, after the rather unfortunate event, a flight to D.C was booked with American airlines, and after effectively delaying the flight four hours because the flight security didn't find it very tempting to travel with an anti-tank rifle, a machete, a handgun and several types of small explosives in the cargo, she was off to D.C.<br><br>After spending about two hours in D.C. and picking up the one thing she had been after, she once again found herself booking another flight with American Airlines who seemed very pleased to have her back, so pleased in fact that they were kind enough to let her past all of the queues... Before once again arguing for hours after hours to make sure she wasn't a terrorist, which she yet again managed to prove against all odds. Due to the long detour, she had spent another extra 24 hours on getting to her final destination in Nevada, and after a long and in-depth discussion with the flight security once she got off the plane again, she was off, along with an unpleased Turkish taxi driver who didn't seem to appreciate having the barrel of the over two meter long rifle pointing directly at the rather recently changed windscreen.<br><br>However, after the hour and a half it had taken to get from the airport to the next pickup point, she had managed to scare about 20 air security guards and a Turkish taxi driver, not a bad resume as of yet at least. After making her way to the next destination, she once again came in an argument with the entry guards, who didn't seem very pleased with her approach, which involved waving and smiling while trying to get through, before eventually having to fish out of her bag a set of almost ripped papers before she was eventually let through, they were even kind enough to point her in the opposite direction of where she was supposed to be.<br><br>However, after several detours involving an accidental yet clearly appreciated peek into the mens showers, she had made her way to where she was supposed to be. Without knocking, she pushed the door open, dressed in her clearly not meant for cold Nevada biker shorts and leather jacket with rather sparesome clothing underneath. She fixed the shoulder-strap of the uncovered rifle hanging from her shoulder along with the gray bag she kept pretty much everything she needed in, making her way between people towards a free spot, talking while walking. <strong>"Sorry for being late, but, if it means something, I got a souvenir from American Airlines telling me to never fly with them again"</strong> She didn't seem sorry at all, if anything, she seemed happy she had managed to skip a few minutes of the first briefing. She swung the well-worn rifle off her shoulder and placed it up towards the wall along with the bag she had been carrying, before pulling out a chair from along the wall, spinning it around so the back of it would face the dictator, or as the military liked to call it, <em>announcer</em>. She sat down on it so that she could lean over the back of it, her chest resting kindly on top of the back of the chair, though she didn't seem to mind either way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 03:25:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; XCOM Barracks, Main Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; All</td></tr></tbody></table><br>As Kyra continued to talk, Riley continued to maintain the death grip on her pool cue as she rocked it back and forth. Uncertain if she was permitted to turn on the TV or mess with the bar, she'd spent the last hour or so clumsily knocking the balls on the table around. Her performance was less than inspiring. She'd managed to miss the cue ball in favor of hitting the table or the air more than a few times, and the pained wince and twitch she made every time one of the balls bounced off the table and clattered against the floor only cemented how out of place she was.<br><br>Prior to her attempt to play pool, she'd been walking around the edges of the room, her eyes flickering over the other soldiers as the relaxed around the place. Her gaze kept landing on the blond haired American woman. Whenever her gaze was about to be returned, Riley quickly broken off and hurried somewhere else before eventually staring at her again. After she'd finally managed to make out the name 'RAND' on her uniform, she'd stopped staring so much and had quietly listened, waiting for one of the other soldiers to address her savior by name.<br><br>"Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."<br><br>Riley stopped rocking her pool cue and straightened up slightly. Her comparatively small frame vibrated with a nervous energy as she shook her head. "No Ma'am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 03:06:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RQ6AqaB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Rand<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>I never worked with Kyra before, but she had a rep.&nbsp; If I lived long enough, maybe I would turn out like her.&nbsp; For now, I just admired the way she looked wearing something other than body armor.&nbsp; Although she did manage to look good even in that.<br><br><em>"...Even a rookie can wind up saving an entire squad from total annihilation."</em><br><br>That was a nice speech.&nbsp; I followed Kyra's eyes to where she was looking... right at... Riley?!<br><br>I felt like someone was looking at me, and then I realized it was her.<br><br><em>"Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."</em><br><br>Oh, I had questions, for Riley, that is, but not for everyone to hear.<br><br>As Kyra continued talking, I slowly made my way to Riley until I was standing right next to her.&nbsp; I was taller than she, heavier.&nbsp; I took a deep breath, making my chest swell up, my breasts pushing, straining, against my uniform.<br><br>I fanned myself, then unzipped the front, pulling the handle of the zipper down to my belly button.<br><br>Between checking out Kyra and teasing Riley, I felt myself starting to swell between my legs.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 05:08:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Jena Hargreave</span></span><br><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks Main Hall</span></span><br><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Action:</strong> Locking, loading, and Snerking</span></span><br><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong>All</span></span><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Each shell she fed into the breech of her shottie made a noisy CLACK, disturbing the respectful quiet following their CO's speech. Each one also had a small, personal note on it:<br><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">KISS</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">MY</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">ASS</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><br>The Roadblocker fired 10-ga Magnums; the thing would only hold three rounds, but one was enough to shatter an engine block, or turn a Sectoid into a fine greenish mist. </span></span><br>Still, it paid to be prepared, so there were six more of the heavy shells in her web sling:<br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>BUGS</strong></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">GO</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"></span></strong><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">HOME<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"></span></span></strong><br><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">and</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"></span></span><br><br><strong>SEE EARTH</strong><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>AND</strong><br><span style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>DIE, FUCKERS!</strong><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Not amazing poetry- it was the flash and thunder of the gun that provided that.<br><br><br>The chick with the birds on her shoulders was yakking again, playing cheerleader. Cute enough- pretty much everyone in the room was pretty buff- but blah, blah, blah...</span></span><br><br><br><em>"Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."</em><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Jenna's hand shot up. "Ma'am, yes MA'AM!" She couldn't keep the smirk from her face as she drawled her question, tossing her short-cropped red hair as she did. "Do we know if the bugs're gonna try an' talk us to death, too?"</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"></span></span></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 10:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/V9PmXc8_zps1172deb7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Internalising her comments<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>The arrival of the new squadmate drew Hailey's attention away from the Colonel, she gave a nod towards the girl, <em>Seems like Moon was right,</em> she considered, her chin tipping to her chest and her eyes closing, <em>How many of us are in this deployment?</em> she tried to remember.<br><br>Hailey took a deep breath, the civilian had been bothering her ever since she'd entered the base, an American with a big gun fixation and an even bigger mouth, <em>And those inscribed rounds, I'm sure they'll really intimidate any of those things if they can slow time to a crawl and then understand English, or whatever bastardised version of it she's using,</em> Hailey internally criticized, refusing to break rank.<br><br>What she'd seen when she'd looked over to the civilian however had an entirely different effect, her eyes stopped on assault specialist Rand, who'd unzipped the front of her bodysuit down to her bellybutton and below that her shecock was clearly growing more evident in the tight confines of her outfit.&nbsp; The sight brought an unwanted stirring to Hailey's own groin, her cock quickly hardening to push uncomfortably against her crotchguard.<br><br>Her heart rate quicked and her breathing became difficult, her eyes drifting to Kalina, her fellow member of the Commonwealth.&nbsp; Hailey had gone to showers last night only to find Kalina already there, the futanari was stunned by Kalina's toned figure and was forced to make a hasty retreat to her bunk to avoid further embarrassment.&nbsp; She felt a sticky dampness between her legs, and her nose caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal, <em>Please don't let anyone else smell me...</em> she worried, finally breaking rank and increasing her distance from the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 20:58:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.moddb.com/images/members/1/771/770163/anime-girl_011.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kyra Sayre<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Addressing the Valkyries<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Birrell was the first to fling a question at the colonel, and Kyra's dark eye fell upon her like a hawk's. <strong>"Ma'am I have a question, is our equipment being sent on or will we be issued new equipment as part of this deployment?"</strong> A smirk cracked across Kyra's lips, before a tremor caused the expression to widen. It was difficult stifling the laugh that bubbled just beneath the surface.<br><br>Before answering, she looked around to the other girls in the room. Almost like she was pleasedto announce, the colonel answered with a blunt <strong>"No."</strong>. She took a calming breath to help swallow the laugh, then continued. <strong>"Not everyone funding the XCOM Project hold much faith in Operation Valkyrie. So besides the clothes on your back and whatever we've got in the barracks, you're goin' out there naked, ladies."</strong> Her eyes shifted over towards Rand and watched as she unzipped the front of her suit. Just as she did so, yet another member of the squad rushed into the room. Kyra watched as this new member with the large sniper rifle rushed in and positioned herself quite awkwardly in the chair. <br><br><strong>"Sorry for being late, but, if it means something, I got a souvenir from American Airlines telling me to never fly with them again"</strong><br><br>The unamused Kyra raised an eyebrow at the woman. Looking over the entire team as a unit, a look of disappointment flashed over her face. <strong>~They're all gonna die, aren't they?~</strong> With a weak sigh, she spoke. <strong>"I was just telling your squad mates, who all showed up on time, that none of you will be getting any gear for your missions. You'll be going as is. You want better gear, complete your missions."</strong><br><br>She turned her attention away from them for the moment. Allowing a calming sigh to escape through her nose, she continued. <strong>"Mission Control is currently scanning for ET activity. When they find something, I'll be coming to get you for the mission. For the time being, you're free to do as you please."</strong> With an index finger, she pointed to a light fixed in the very center of the ceiling. <strong>"When that alarm goes off, I expect you all suited up and ready to go by the time I return. Every second you waste, someone dies. Just keep that in mind."</strong><br><br>And with that, she turned to walk towards the exit elevator at the front of the room. <strong>"Dismissed."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 21:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall (After several minor detours)<br><strong>Action:</strong> Sharpening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the main hall, nobody in particular however<br><br><hr><br>The room seemed to be roughly a 50/50 between the pre-military personnel and non-military personnel, which meant she was expecting hate from about 50 percent of the room for being a terrible team player, most likely more. It wasn't that she was unable to work as a part of a team, she just didn't like it. After having worked for the last four years as a lone wolf, she felt even a bit uncomfortable being around so many people and knowing she would be around them for an extended period of time.<br><br>Even if the <em>dictator</em> was done barely a few minutes after she had arrived, she had paid close to zero attention at all. She only listened for a bit when she, the dictator, said that they would have to use their own equipment. She had problems holding back a laugh, someone had obviously asked about it since it was brought up. Really, she had been using the same rifle for the last nine years, and it had been used by different people for over 50 years before she had put her hands on it. And yet, only she alone had easily racked up a three-digit body count, probably closer to four-digit at this point. In the end, even if she didn't end up laughing, she still looked like she was about to fall over laughing like a maniac.<br><br>However, with the announcer/dictator out of the room, she quickly got off the chair and picked up her things, walked casually over to the closest empty bunk, and threw the bag in, putting the rifle behind it afterwards, before bending forward, opening the bag. She pulled out the long machete she used as her knife, an 18 inch blade of treated steel, a bit more old fashioned than the carbon blades that the more recent weapons seemed to be using. She pulled out a knife-sharpener as well, before putting them both down on the bed. For anyone looking, they would easily notice the large quantity of military dog-tags hanging from both the hilt of the machete, and from various parts of the bag. While it was hard to pick up every single one due to weather conditions, and because she didn't always bother, they weren't even a close representation of the times she had pulled the trigger or had cut through someone with the uneven blade the machete now had. The blade had simply not survived the rough treatment that it had received, even if she cared for it well.<br><br>She casually started sharpening the blade, sitting on the bed while waiting for something to happen. She had put her jacket on the bed so she was left in the skimpy shorts, a pair of casual red shoes, and the skimpy bikini top she had underneath the jacket. She didn't study the others too much, words could only tell so much about a person after all. If anything, she was waiting for their first mission to see who mattered and who didn't. Survival of the fittest after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 22:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Jena Hargreave</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Location:</strong> Barracks</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Action:</strong> Snerking and Taking a Load Off</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging: </strong>All; Dawn.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>"No gear, huh? We gonna have a camera crew with us, like<em> Naked an' Afraid?</em>" For all she joked about it, she was a bit disgusted. Seemed like even now the good Ol' You Ass of SayWhut couldn't come up with a plan to deal with an alien issue. Congress was probably on vacation again, or something. The Bosslady didn't seem amused- at least she didn't bother answering that question, either.<br><br>"Glad I brought my own toybox, then."&nbsp; She stroked the huge police shotgun before slinging it over her back, checked her holster. Then, realizing the Colonel was done trying to cheer them up, and had dismissed them, she headed for the bunk where she'd stowed her bag when she arrived, and started to shed her camo gear and web sling. She'd gotten the stuff courtesy of a Militia boy she'd been sorta dating; they'd parted ways when she realized he was all about Barefoot and Pregnant, plus a few other repugnant political opinions.<br><br>When the bugs hit Denton she'd sorta wished he'd still been around, though...<br><br>She was down to a cutoff t-shirt with the familiar "These Colors Don't Run" logo (but, oddly a United Nations flag on it) and a khaki mesh thong, when the sound of steel on steel attracted her attention. Glancing around, she saw a chick with long red hair putting an edge on a chopper nearly as big as she was.&nbsp; That looked worth getting to know more about, so strapping her Sam brown back around her flat hips, she sauntered over and looked down on the other ginger where she sat.<br><br>"You settin' up as camp barber, hun? Could use a trim mah own self..."</span></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 22:51:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn Farron; Open <br><br>Ms. Birrell had brought up a good point. It didn't seem like the Valkyrie origination was provided with the most advance or latest equipment in the XCOM industry but at least they weren't entirely defenseless... right?<br><br>The response from the colonel leaves more to be desired. If people had little to no faith in the Valkyries, does that mean they don't expect them to last long at all? Jin didn't let it get to her too much. After all, there was no point in getting worked up about it. They were in a war against aliens and humanity was at its last breath. Jin was more focus on prolonging her allies lives as much as possible.<br><br>Just then, another female solider spotted in. Must be yet another Valkyrie recruit. Just the person Jin asked for. She was hoping more woman-power would show up, though the woman in question doesn't seem like a serious veteran at first glance, but neither was Jin so what would she know? At the end of the day, it was all about survival at this point. <em>Geez, if only there was re-spawning in real life,</em> she thought.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>For now, the ladies were dismissed and Jin was giving free time. She'd done as much for the training as the time aloud her. Whether she was truly ready or not wasn't clear, but even in times like this, Jin wasn't paranoid. Whether it was bravery or denial didn't pace her either. Strangely enough, she was calm. At least for the time being. She was going to go back to playing her game now that she was in the clear, but then she remembered Sayre suggestion that she should get to know the other Valkyries. It seemed like a good idea. Jin wasn't too eager on entrusting her life to strangers. All the other soldiers... don't seem like total bitches, for lack of a better term, but she figured she'd start with the red-headed newcomer first. She'd looked to be around her age anyway. <br><br>She approached Dawn with a faint, but confident smile, holding her little <em>Gameboy</em>. Jin was hoping to make a good first impression. She <em>was</em> the support after all. "Heeey~" she greeted. "Welcome to Operation Valkyrie. My name is Jin Moon... I would say 'Hell,' but we're already in it!" she let out a light grin. "I'm the support by the way. Don't worry, I won't let you die." Jin had a small bandage attach to her nose. It didn't seem like the cautious nursing type herself, but she was one of the few (if not only) active support so they'd have to take what they can get.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 04:36:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; XCOM Barracks, Main Hall / Sleeping Quarters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Riley blushed as 'RAND' unzipped and began fanning herself. Her eye's flickered back and forth between Samantha's chest and Kyra as she unsuccessfully tried to avert her eyes and appear professional. She twitched as a strange yet familiar scent began to subtly fill the room. Riley resumed tightly gripping her pool stick as the presence of the decidedly more Amazonian women around her began to press in on her. It was almost overwhelming. Samantha's teasing and the intoxicating smell of arousal slowly clouded over her mind with need. She began mindlessly rubbing her thighs together in preparation for... something.<br><br>"Dismissed."<br><br>A brief panic snapped Riley out of her stupor as her mind flailed about, trying to recall if she was supposed to salute or not. Her body jerked upright before getting the order to calm down, you don't salute indoors. Uh... what was she supposed to do now? Right, prepare for combat. Well, prepare to be quickly ready for combat; they were a reactionary force. As she turned to head for her bunk, she caught a glimpse of something <em>off</em> out of the corner of her eye. She jerked her head back and found herself staring at a growing mound in Samantha's crotch. After gaping in surprise for a few moments, she felt the gaze of others burning on her and blushed (again). "I, um- Sorry!"<br><br>Back in the sleeping quarters, Riley crawled into her lower bunk. It was basically a large, square bed. Riley was confused by the shape and apparently generous size, but had shrugged it off as one of the perks of being in an quasi-elite organization. The roof and walls of the bunk had a sort of thick, stiff mesh lining them. It looked like it was for attaching cargo netting or mounting... things. She's seen pictures of walls with firearms mounted flat against them; maybe this was how they did it. It looked excessively heavy-duty for that though; you could easily fit a lot of rope through there. She'd tried hanging onto the mesh out of curiosity, and found that it didn't budge at all with her full weight on it.<br><br>She flicked open the privacy curtain and began setting out her combat gear. Being the decidedly inexperienced and quickly trained element that she was, her gear was on the lighter side. The armor was little more than a token defense against shrapnel; her trainers had told her that, since we had no real idea how to defend against the alien weaponry, heavier armor was of dubious benefit at best, possibly counterproductive at worst. Given the anticipated short duration and high intensity of their missions, there was basically nothing in her kit that wasn't directly related to being in a firefight. Hell, there wasn't really anything besides her weapons and armor. No ammunition, no grenades, no nightvision, no nothing. She'd been told that, given the short amount of notice they'd have, 'all that stuff' would be supplied to her when the time came (probably just before they boarded the Skyranger). Her butt wiggled in the air as she laid out her M4A1, M9 and combat knife out on the bed.<br><br>Riley stared down at the weapons before her, soaking in what they meant.<br><br>After a few moments she sighed. The lack of magazines meant she should probably go down to the armory. Although... she could certainly use more time in the VR training simulator. Riley wiggled her hips back and forth, like an indecisive cat about to pounce.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 15:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QFEDpSq.png)</div><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Sharpening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, open<br><br><hr>Truly, the blade was a bit bigger than a toy-knife, but Dawn liked it, she had sticked on to it for the same reason as the rifle behind her. It had served her for many years, and it had yet to let her down. She had occasionally used a smaller knife for her work, but for the most part, if it wasn't solvable with the machete, it was most likely not solvable at all.<br><br>Shortly after she had started the process of keeping the blade of the machete razor sharp, she had been joined by one of the others. She had heard the woman making some remark about the lack of delivered equipment and her own gun. She lacked the discipline of a soldier, so she guessed/hoped they were in the same boat. Overall, she was hoping to get somewhat well along with everyone, but the chances were considerably larger with someone she didn't hold as much prejudice towards.<br><br>She heard the barber comment and just laughed a bit, holding the blade up, coding one eye, and looking at it with the blade flat in the direction of the woman's neck, judging the sharpening process. Two fingers on the blade, one on each side, and three on the shaft, tilting the blade lightly to see it rom different angles. Once she was satisfied, she put the blade aside and answered. <strong>"We'll see, maybe if you're still walking after the first mission, I'll consider it"</strong> Judging by the accent, she guessed that the woman was from the south states, though she couldn't confirm anything. Her own accent was undoubtedly Australian, a bit weird since English was her second language.<br><br>They seemed to be joined by some Asian kid as well, roughly around her own age it would seem, possibly a bit younger. She introduced herself as Jin something and made some remark about this place being hell that Dawn didn't fully understand. She wondered if she meant America, but she guessed she was the only one that despised anywhere it could snow. When she introduced her position as support though, she frowned a bit, picked up the machete again, and the side of the blade gently hit the top of her head. Not hard at all, just a bit disappointed. <strong>"Think for a bit. The rifle I brought with me isn't exactly a close-range weapon, I don't know what kind of games you've been playing, but I won't be jumping off buildings spinning around. I'll probably be several hundred meters away, if you're there to tend for me, you'll be several minutes away from everyone else, so if someone else needs treatment, you won't be there. Be where you supposed to be"</strong> She made her assumption based on the gameboy in the girl's hand, she wasn't especially high-tech, but she knew enough about games to know that Call of Judy Modern whatever-the-fuck-its-called was a pretty inaccurate description of how wars were fought. She put the machete back and pulled out a pack of 9mm rounds and started to casually load them into an 18-round magazine for a MP-443 handgun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 17:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn Farron, Jena Hargreave; Open<br><br>"So... you're a sniper?" she guessed. It wasn't eventually obvious to Jin. She didn't look at her gun closely enough. She thought she saw her carrying one when she walked in. Before she did however, Jin followed herself being poked in the head by the woman's machete. It wasn't like she was being attacked though so it felt more like a mosquito bite that she'd actually felt. Still, despite being this close to the wrong end of a blade, Jin didn't let herself be frightened. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but she figured the red-headed chick was trying to make a point. "Well... you <em>certainly</em> seem nice," said Jin sarcastically, once Dawn had put the blade down. "In that case, I hope nothing'll happen to you then. I can tell we would be <em>good</em> friends otherwise." Jin didn't really appreciate being lectured like that at all, but really did hoped nothing bad would happen to her, or any other of her comrades for that matter. Knowing the battlefield however...<br><br>She then turned to the other woman that was with her, who made a remark about the newcomer being a camp barber. "I certainly won't let <em>you</em> die," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 19:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Talking the Talk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn;Jin; anyone else in earshot.<br><br>Jay couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the long-gunner's attitude. " All RIGHT. That's the kinda talk I like ta hear."&nbsp; She winked and joked, "But there ain't no crocodiles around heah, hun," before turning to the chatty little medic. "Hell, girl. I ain't got no plans to die just yet. Got me some bugs to step on first." She let her eyes roam over the medic. Young as all hell, shortish, cropped hair, kinda thin- one of those real earnest Girl Scout types, who can be an asset, or a real problem. "Sure do 'preciate the, uh, sentiment, though."<br><br>She offered one big hand, first to the sniper, then the medic. "Since the Big Brass Ass didn't show no manners 'bout introducin' folk, guess we're on our own. Jena, Jena Hargreave.&nbsp; Ah'm from Texas, case you can't tell, but a part of it that ain't there no more, thanks to our visitors.&nbsp; Call me Jay.&nbsp; Easier to say when yer drunk.<br><br>"Speakin' of which, either of you gals found either the bar or the firin' range in this hotel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 21:24:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QFEDpSq.png)</div><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, open<br><br><hr><br>Despite not appreciating being called a sniper, it was in the end true. It just felt static, sharpshooter was a far more accurate description. Yet, she decided not to comment it, even if she knew it would annoy the heck out of her if it became a thing. She put aside the first fully loaded magazine before starting on another one, pushing the bullets down with her left thumb, sliding in new ones quickly with her right hand. While she remained paying attention to the conversation (And trying to decipher the Taxas woman's lines) she was still prioritizing finishing up her equipment.<br><br><strong>"I've never been to Australia sweetheart"</strong> She said smiling casually. Hating to fly was one of her main reasons, but besides that, she didn't feel any desire to go to the country. Fine, she probably had some family there and all, but she wouldn't know them, and they probably believed she was dead, and it was most likely for the best.<br><br>She returned her attention to the Asian girl. The lesson seemed to have sunk in at least. <strong>"Maybe I'll get nice when I see that you can take more than three steps before dying. Being attached to people isn't usually the best thing ya'know, be prepared to make choices. It's not fun, but it's just as important, if not more important, than pulling the trigger. Even if I don't have any yellow stripes on my arm, it doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talking about"</strong> She put the second magazine into a black shoulder-bag with an extra strap to go around the leg to prevent it from jumping around, before unhooking the four or five dog tags hanging from the hilt of the machete. She had lost the scabbard a few years back, but she still had a simple blade-protector that prevented her leg from getting cut off while running. A thin leather-strip going over the blade, covering over it. She put it on, before hooking the machete to the bag, before pulling out the handgun from the bag, dropping out the magazine from it to check. It was still full, she knew that, but it was always nice to double-check. She had a silencer for the gun, but she doubted there would be any reason to. If anything, it would probably be an advantage to make some noise.<br><br>After that, she pulled out a more mysterious package. A small, brown pack, nothing but an unreadable stamp and some handwriting on it. She opened it, and emptied the content onto her bed. 25 massive rounds. With each round being over 15 centimeter long, and almost 15 millimeter wide. After having emptied the box, she started putting them back into the box, putting each bullet opposite of the previous, making sure that half of the five rounds on each layer was facing down, the other half up. With the magazine mechanism being broken, it had forced her to experiment a little, and it had turned out successful. She simply put the rounds between her fingers, flipping each round around her fingers whenever loading, making them turn around and get one point closer to the chamber. With a two-foot bipod and an extra support for the stock, the rifle held itself up while she loaded.<br><br>She took a pause however when Jena introduced herself. <strong>"Dawn, Dawn Farron"</strong> She replied, giving the lady a firm shake, before quickly finishing up the task of loading up the box again. The reason the box wasn't more extravagant than it was quite easily boiled down to the fact that they weren't standard production rounds, the only place she had actually managed to get her hands on them were through "totally legal importing" to quote the seller, and through importing them from Russia, whom used them for several Anti-Aircraft guns. <strong>"There's a bar bench over there, don't know how well equipped it is. I think I saw a firing range... Somewhere, I dunno. I'd wait with spending all my ammunition till we have a proper source of more though, apparently money is short"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 07:34:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn, Jena; Open<br><br><em>"...She doesn't think I'll survive, does she?"</em> Jin frowned. Evidently, the red-haired 'Australian' had little, if any faith in her, and possibly Jena as well. Of course she would have to prove herself. Jin felt like she was the 'noob' in the party. It felt... a little frustrating. She was so used to being reliable in video games, but she kept reminding herself that this is real life. Which in hindsight was kind of ironic considering it was an alien invasion of all things, and those happen quite a bit in video games too... Maybe this <em>was</em> a video game, and Jin was the underdog main character! <em>"...Yeah, right."</em> She snickered.<br><br>It was also apparent that the woman named Dawn <em>did</em> have experience under her belt, and also seemed to be a loner. Understandable. Jin can't read her mind, but the sniper may have gone through a lot. She didn't have a reason to feel sorry for her yet, but at the very least, she could give her just a little respect for the time being. Still, she'll be damned if she'd be treated like a kid. "...Like it or not though, we're Valkyrie's now. The three of us. Which means we are a team. No point in hating each other either." Dawn did had a point about being too attach to her allies though. The thing is however, Jin never got that close to anyone either to begin with, so it really didn't matter. As for those 'choices,' she was maintaining, one was already clear to her now. "...I choose to serve my Valkyrie sisters, and our planet. I may be a rookie, but I'm not entirely useless. Who know? I may end up helping you somehow after all, Ms. Dawn..." She remembered some of Sayre's words during the briefing. Words that were a little bit inspiring.<br><br>Suddenly, an idea sparked into Jin's mind. After a few seconds of hesitation, she added, "...Speaking of, since you want me to prove myself, if I heal you once at all, I'd like one favor in return. Just one." It was a long shot, but it was worth the effort. Jin knew it would be her job to heal her anyway, but she had a feeling Dawn just saw her as a rookie and not a real ally. "And by the way, if I do die... you can have my Gameboy..."<br><br>She then turned to Jena, who Jin didn't want to leave out. "And you can have... my Xbox."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 14:32:56</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> the Big Sister Shuffle<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn;Jin; anyone else in earshot.<br><br>Jena grinned at the other redhead- well, OK, maybe a lot of her smile was for the mammoth long gun the girl was stroking like it was her boyfriend- but the Texan did like her some boys and girls with guns and attitude.&nbsp; Still, the kid was missing the point. "Well, Dawn- nice name, by the bye, makes me think of sunrise in the desert and whatnot- we don't keep up on our range time, it ain't gonna matter if Slaughter Klaus brings us a friggin' <em>tank</em> next week- since we're all gonna be dead.&nbsp; No matter how hard this cute little one here bats her eyelashes."<br><br>She actually patted Jin's cheek, like a fond, dotty aunt. "Now look here, girl," she went on to the Medic. "The whole team rah-rah thing's cool an' all. Yay sisterhood! Boobs uber alles!&nbsp; Whatever. But the Bugs don't care. Only thing they care about is nookie an' lunch. So butch up an' grow a pair, huh?"&nbsp; Looking around, she saw little else to hold her attention right then. "I'm off for some range time, then."&nbsp; Still hardly dressed, she started to wander off, pausing at the bar to grab a Heineken. Then she stopped, and turned back, grinning.<br><br>"But if you got Mario Kart on that Xbox, I'm sooooo gonna kick your ass at it later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 16:36:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RQ6AqaB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Samantha Rand (Futa American Assault)<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Chatting with Riley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena, Dawn, Jin, Riley<br><br>I sure did like the way Riley was gripping that pool stick.&nbsp; Made me wonder how those soft little hands would looked wrapped around a different kind of shaft.<br><br>After Colonel Kyra Sayre welcomed us, answered our questions and gave us our orders, she dismissed us, which made Riley jump a bit.&nbsp; Poor girl was nervous or distracted or both.&nbsp; As she turned away, I noticed her take a peek down between my legs.&nbsp; Those big brown eyes got bigger and browner as she saw the outline of my thickening, lengthening cock in my bodysuit.&nbsp; Her jaw seemed to drop a bit as she gaped in surprised.<br><br><em>"I, um- Sorry!"</em><br><br>I just gave her a sweet little smile before following her back to our sleeping quarters.<br><br>Being a graduate from the naval academy, it had been years since I shared a bunk with one roommate, and a decade since I slept in the same room with a whole group during summer camp.&nbsp; It was nice to be one of the grunts, if only for the conversations the ladies have as well as the chance to see everyone dressed in barely anything.<br><br>I pulled down the upper half of my bodysuit, exposing myself down to my waist except for a skimpy bra. <br><br><strong>"Hey, Riley, I remember you.&nbsp; Lieutenant Samantha Rand, but just call me Sam."</strong><br><br>I reached out to give her hand a shake.<br><br><strong>"I have some catching up I want to do with you, but let's get combat-ready first, okay?"</strong><br><br>I found a step stool and stood on it as I laid my own gear down on the upper bunk above Riley's.&nbsp; I was sporting a nice semi-erection in my bodysuit, and with me elevated, my cock was just at the height of the pretty face of the girl who was the inspiration for it.<br><br>Most of my gear was already prepped, and I could probably get myself fully armed and equipped within a minute of the alarm going off.&nbsp; I had been bending over at the waist a lot, my elbows on the mattress, shifting my weight from side to side, which just made my ass shift from left to right and back, putting on a nice show for Riley as well as Jena, Jin and Dawn behind me.<br><br>I couldn't help but overhear the three soldiers behind me.&nbsp; I read all their files, and each had their strengths and weaknesses.&nbsp; <br><br>Jena was older but not necessarily wiser.&nbsp; She seemed like a more extreme version of me - one who does as she likes but who was also a hell of an up-close-and-person fighter.&nbsp; I loved that short hair on her head and that sexy Texan accent.&nbsp; Writing messages on ammunition for aliens seemed like an odd practice, but if it made her shoot straighter, I was good with it.<br><br>For someone who seemed to lack a soldier's discipline, Dawn was doing what such a soldier would do without being told twice - getting her gear ready.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn't the best arsenal - a rifle as old as grandparents and a machete?! - but she had a rep for being a hell of a long range shot.&nbsp; Maybe the dog tags were real or maybe they were for show, but I was looking forward to having her pop alien heads and create pink mists - or green mists, or blue mists, or whatever color blood the aliens that day would have.<br><br>Jin seemed to be truly green and almost as out of her element as Riley was, but her heart was in the right place, and keeping us alive would be as important as making aliens dead.&nbsp; She may have loved to play video games, but I felt like I <em>was</em> a video game heroine, considering the stuff I've done.<br><br>I caught a glimpse of Riley's cute little bottom wiggling as she took care of her M4A1, M9 and combat knife.&nbsp; She had the same exact set of weapons I favored, and she stared at them the way she stared at me earlier.&nbsp; I decided to break her trance.<br><br><strong>"Hey, Riley, looks like you need some of these."</strong><br><br>I provided her with some fully loaded magazines - five for the assault rifle, two for the pistol.<br><br><strong>"Didn't expect to see you again."</strong><br><br>I thought about to the first and only time I met her.&nbsp; It was a while ago.&nbsp; Bunch of aliens came down and started causing trouble.&nbsp; No rhyme or reason, it seemed.&nbsp; Just to scare the hell out of the population.&nbsp; But the time we arrived, the aliens had mostly already gone, leaving behind burning buildings and dismembered bodies in their wake.&nbsp; Rumor was that some people were missing, maybe taken.&nbsp; Everyone was dead or had just disappeared... except for Riley.<br><br>When we were assessing the destruction, I was doing some recon when I found Riley cornered by an alien about to do who knows what to her.&nbsp; There were other aliens there, too, but all of them were dead, somehow.&nbsp; She was exhausted and wounded, and would have met her end, but I distracted the alien, then killed it with a couple of bursts.<br><br>Riley was barely conscious when I picked her up in my arms and brought her back to get treatment.&nbsp; After she was evacuated, I never thought I'd see her again.<br><br>But there she was now, right next to me, joining in on the fight.<br><br><strong>"So, how have you been, Riley?&nbsp; What have you been up to?&nbsp; And how did you end up here?"</strong><br><br>As she spoke, I focused on her pretty mouth, memorizing the different shapes her lips made, imagining them on and around my cock.&nbsp; I could feel my nipples tightening and poking against the thin material of my bra, as well as my cock throbbing and becoming more obvious, the outline starting making a tent against the fabric.<br><br><strong>"Have you seen the showers, Riley?&nbsp; Come on, you have to check them out."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 17:29:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; XCOM Barracks, Sleeping Quarters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Open, Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Riley accepted the magazines from Sam and placed them with the rest of her gear. With that done, she turned around to speak with Sam. Her voice died in her throat as she saw the bulge in her pants continue to grow. She stared at it, transfixed, her mouth open slightly in surprise. After she managed to pull herself together, she sat up straight and began attempting to answer the Lieutenant's questions. She fumbled a bit, both distracted by Sam's attributes and her attempt to recall the answers she'd been told to give.<br><br>"Buh... I, uh, I've been training. My school kind of... stopped existing after the aliens attacked, so when the organization offered me a position, I accepted." That was <em>mostly</em> true. The organization had made her an offer, and her college wasn't exactly ready to continue educating students, but she'd had a nagging feeling that their offer wasn't exactly and 'offer'. Nothing had been explicitly stated, or even suggested, but the tone of the well-dressed man when he mentioned the organization's interest in her 'gifts' as he offered her a carrot implied the presence of a rather large and unpleasant stick.<br><br>"I'm some sort of field researcher now; apparently the bureaucrats can't decide if I should be considered 'Intelligence' or 'R&amp;D', so I'm stuck in the middle at the moment. Since they needed some sort of asset in the field quickly, my training was accelerated. They choose me because, ah, 'training a meathead to do science would take too long, and more experienced researchers are too valuable to risk.' So yeah, I'm here because I'm smart but expendable. Fun."<br><br>The first part was mostly true, actually. The Intelligence and Research divisions had been arguing over who had primacy over the psionic. From what she could tell, the argument was still ongoing, but had subdued until they could see her combat performance. Her training had been accelerated to get her into a 'viable testing environment' as quickly as possible, but it had also been as minimal as possible. Some of the researchers were concerned that conventional training techniques (breaking people down and building them up again) would have a deleterious affect on her psionic potential. Of course, her death would have an even greater negative impact (although some of the creepier researchers had pointed out that it would allow them to dissect her brain. That line of thinking had been brought to and end not because of the grimness of it, but because there was no guarantee a combat death would leave her brain intact), so she was given the bare minimum of training thought necessary. She was a great deal fitter than before. Only so much could be accomplished in a few months, but she actually had muscles now.<br><br>True, you had to feel them to realize most of them were there, but still.<br><br>The part about her being expendable was kind of true. The organization wanted/needed psionics for combat, and the only way to know if they were combat viable was to put psionics in combat. They had seemed reluctant to place such a valuable intelligence/research asset in danger, but ultimately advancing their goals required doing so. The 'meatheads' quote was real, if paraphrased. A few of her superiors had been mildly pleased with finally having a viable field asset, although Riley doubted how useful she would be in that regard.<br><br>"Have you seen the showers, Riley?&nbsp; Come on, you have to check them out."<br><br>Riley slid out of her bunk and followed Sam. Before she left the room, she turned to the other Valkyries in the sleeping quarters. "Anyone want to come along?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 21:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall (After several minor detours)<br><strong>Action:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, Samantha Rand, Riley Saberhagen, open <br><br><hr><br>At least the girl seemed enthusiastic. Dawn was wondering how long that'd last, but for now, it was positive at least. Personally, Dawn was more of a "we'll get completely wrecked until the opposite is proved" type of person, despite her overall positive attitude. She just hated having high expectations, it usually came back to shoot you in the foot and kick you when you fall.<br><br>However, she restricted the strong urge to slap the girl when she tried to make it into a challenge if she managed to help her out at least once. Honestly, it was just dumb. Hadn't she been listening? Dawn sighed before replying. <strong>"Maybe, I'll consider it, as long as it doesn't ruin things for someone else at least"</strong> Dawn replied, finishing her packing. She closed the bag, leaving it ready right besides the rifle. Now that all preparations were done, she could finally relax a bit. She wasn't particularly interested in the gameboy that Jin seemed to want her to have if she happened to pass along, but just to avoid any discussions, she just nodded in agreement, though she probably wouldn't hold on to it, she wasn't particularly interested in video games, and she didn't usually hold on to anything more grand than a ring or a necklace from dead people, anything that would be considered heavier than a ring was a no-go.<br><br>Her attention returned to Jena, after having a brief glance over at the blonde woman in the bodysuit's rear. <strong>"you might be closer to the truth than you imagine Jena, deserts are a keyword here"</strong> she said, grinning as she slowly rose up from the bed, stretching out her arms out. She was tempted to take a nap, but she figured it was probably for the best to keep sleeping to the nights. She spent some time trying to decipher the Texan accent without any luck, she simply used the same technique as she had used when trying to get in without fishing out her papers, smiling and nodding, trying to act like she had some idea of what was going on. She just decided to not respond and skip straight to the next line. <strong>"Tell me where it is later"</strong> she said, hoping she would be able to spend some time on the range soon-ish, but she simply didn't have enough rounds to spend them all shooting on a paper target.<br><br>Instead, her attention was drawn over to the other red-headed woman in the room, along with the one in the bodysuit. The showers, huh? Did she need a shower? She started thinking about it, but couldn't remember when she last had a shower, which was probably a very bad sign. It wasn't that long ago, approaching 36 hours, but without being certain on when, she was tempted to go for it. However, the woman in the bodysuit seemed to have some level of interest in the lady in the bed underneath her, and it would be a pity to ruin her chance at a bit of intimacy. <strong>"I'll pass, maybe next time"</strong> She said to the two of them, respecting their privacy. Instead, her attention turned back to Jin. <strong>"You're up for a game of pool?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 22:10:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RQ6AqaB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Samantha Rand (Futa American Assault)<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Showers<br><strong>Action:</strong> Teasing Riley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena, Dawn, Jin, Riley<br><br><em>"Buh... I, uh, I've been training. My school kind of... stopped existing after the aliens attacked, so when the organization offered me a position, I accepted."</em><br><br>On the outside, I nodded my head in understanding, tilting one way or another in empathy.<br><br>On the inside, I was thinking very differently.<br><br>Mmm, yeah, Riley, talk to me with that pretty mouth of yours, baby.&nbsp; Be a good girl and tell Mommy all about it.<br><br><em>"I'm some sort of field researcher now; apparently the bureaucrats can't decide if I should be considered 'Intelligence' or 'R&amp;D', so I'm stuck in the middle at the moment. Since they needed some sort of asset in the field quickly, my training was accelerated. They choose me because, ah, 'training a meathead to do science would take too long, and more experienced researchers are too valuable to risk.' So yeah, I'm here because I'm smart but expendable. Fun."</em><br><br>God, I wanted to fuck her mouth so bad!<br><br>On the way to the showers, I thought about inviting the others.&nbsp; There seemed to be some bickering that I kind of ignored - hopefully it was masking some sexual tension between the girls.&nbsp; Colonel Kyra Sayre did tell us that we "better get familiar with your new sisters, Valkyries."&nbsp; This would be a great way for us to do just that.<br><br>Before I could ask the others to join, Riley spoke.<br><br><em>"Anyone want to come along?"</em><br><br>Was she reading my mind?&nbsp; Maybe <em>that's</em> what she was doing here!&nbsp; The aliens have demonstrated extraordinary abilities.&nbsp; Maybe we humans were picking them up?<br><br>Just to make sure that everyone knew they were welcome, I addressed the girls.<br><br><strong>"But no joining in until you're prepped for combat."</strong><br><br>Even if they didn't go in the showers now, they could always come in later.<br><br>In the showers, I peeled the rest of my bodysuit off.&nbsp; I bent at the waist and rolled the tight, synthetic, thin layer down over my ass and legs.&nbsp; I stepped out of my boots and set them and the bodysuit aside.&nbsp; Fingerless gloves, bra, panties, all came off, and I was there, body naked, nipples stiff, cock hard, pussy dripping, mouth watering.<br><br><strong>"Goddess Shower, on."</strong><br><br>Streams of water from all directions, coming from the walls, the ceiling, even the floor between my legs, hit every part of my body.&nbsp; It was a bit chilly at first, but warmed up quickly and suddenly there was a nice steam going.<br><br>I took a deep breath and sighed in pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Ungh, fuck, yeah."</strong><br><br>I presented my hands, elbow height, palms up.<br><br><strong>"Goddess Shower, shower gel."</strong><br><br>Streams of pink goo went came down from the ceiling into my hands.&nbsp; When they stopped, I lathered up my body, starting with my breasts, then down to my dick.&nbsp; It grew even bigger now that it was free of my bodysuit and that Riley could see it without my outfit in the way.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 04:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall <br><strong>Action:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn, Jena, Samantha, Riley; Open<br><br>Jin raised an eyebrow at Jena, wondering if she was just joking or had no idea what she was talking about. "Mario Kart isn't... never mind," she said. She had a mind to slap the Taxan herself, but despite her more extreme personality, she seemed to have good intent.<br><br>She was begin to wonder if she was wasting her time with Dawn. She doesn't regret interact with her minus a few misunderstandings, but she seemed very distant, almost as if she doesn't want to be here at all. The little wager she had was merely all in good fun. Just because They were in the middle of a war, doesn't mean things always have to be serious during down-time.<br><br>However, the other red-head, Riley had suddenly made an offer to 'check out the showers.' As weird as it sounded, the idea seemed... tempting. It didn't matter to her if the showers weren't private, most of the woman here were rather pretty anyway for soldiers. Jin would of eventually accepted the offer, but Dawn had already asked her to play pool. Maybe she wasn't entirely anti-social after all. "Alright, Dawn," she said. Jin would of much preferred to play one of her shooters with her, but pool wasn't a bad alternative either. Maybe she'll get to know Dawn better in the process. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 08:30:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Carrying her equipment back to her bunk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, Dawn Farron<br><br><hr><br>Hailey purposefully made her way towards her bunk, a satchel and a pack on each shoulder respectively were loaded with her recently retrieved equipment, <em>They can't be bloody bothered to issue us with new equipment, yet they can afford a futuristic shower and cameras at every corner of these rooms, if I didn't know better I'd think we were in some pervy reality show</em> she internally cursed, setting her bags down.<br><br>Taking in her surroundings she saw that Rand and Saberhagen were absent, but Moon, the civilian and the newcomer were still present and accounted for.&nbsp; She joined Moon and the newcomer, snapping the clips of her breastplate to adjust the straps, <strong>"G'Day, I'm Hailey Birrell, former senior sergeant with the Australian Federal Police,"</strong> she introduced offering a hand, <strong>"You're Farron, the freelance sharpshooter from the Middle East, right?"</strong> she inquired.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 16:55:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Playing pool<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Hailey Birrell, open<br><br><hr><br>As Jin said she was up for the game of pool, Dawn got up and moved over to the pool table, picking up the two poles, starting to prepare the tips. She wasn't a very experienced pool player by any means, but she had spent some time playing the game. At least she knew the mechanics of it, and she knew a few tricks as well. After preparing the tips, she set up the balls quickly with the triangle-shape, making sure the eight-ball was in the middle.<br><br>She lined up the white ball so it was a few inches away from the triangle of other balls, preparing for her own shot, just to start the two of them off. She lined up the pole, felt the length of it a few times before making her shot, spreading the balls up across the board and getting one half-ball down, before making her second shot, almost getting a second down, but without managing it completely. She took a step aside and let Jin pick where she wanted to shoot from, getting a chance to say hi to the other woman who had entered the room and introduced herself.<br><br><strong>"I don't know how many Middle-eastern freelancers you are waiting for with the last name Farron, so yes, I would assume that you've reached the right person"</strong> She said casually, shaking the woman's hand with the other. The rank meant absolutely nothing to her, but she found the obvious accent a lot more interesting. Not for any particular reason, she didn't know anyone in Australia and she had after all never been there. <strong>"Though sharpshooter... It's just a part of the job. I'm a little bit of everything sweetheart. Be it mercenary, assassin or terrorist, whatever pays"</strong> While the primary part of her work involved long-distance shots, she had on a very few occasions played terrorist for hire, though it had usually been in situations with minimal casualties. Her files didn't have anything about it, though to be blunt, most of her deeds weren't in it, and at least half of the ones that were there were probably lies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 17:09:42</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Beer Before Bullets<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn;Jin; Hailey; the Ears in the Walls<br><br>Jena turned back from the bar, saluted with her sweating beer bottle before slipping it deep between her lips and tipping her head back for a long pull of suds. She used the motion to cover giving the real Aussie a once-over. Not bad, like most of the hardbods here. She expected the first after-action party to tear the place down.<br><br>This one, too, had a been-there, done-that jailbird look, which was good- Jena wasn't <em>scared</em> of jack shit, but she knew she wasn't a real solider, and she was glad to have some pros aboard. <em>But. Can't let them get too full of themselves.</em> Lowering her head and the bottle, she swirled her tongue around the top of it to catch the drips, wiped her mouth on her hand, then strutted over and offered the same hand to Hailey. "Hey, Sarge?&nbsp; Know what the Bugs call an officer in a free-fire zone?"&nbsp; She smirked as the woman blinked at her, a touch confused. <br><br>"Bonus points."
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnnyboyboy</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 01:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yDntc2G.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalina Dodger<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Watching TV.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>With nothing else to do and the women in charge leaving Kalina moved towards an empty bunk and threw a duffle bag and large military gun suitcase effortlessly onto it, walking back towards the Bar the suitcase made a thud sound as it landed, the heavy padlock swinging sideways. Looking at some of the Alcoholic beverages available she settled for a beer, not bothering to look at what it even was. Twisting the cap and throwing it onto the side she moved towards the TV.<br><br>Sitting down and throwing her legs over the side of the chair she grabbed the remote and switched the TV on, drinking a sip of beer. she flicked through each channel. The TV seemed to pick up many different channels in all languages. Each news station reported different things, Some believed aliens, some believed it was an invasion from another country, some even believed it was the Apocalypse thanks to god or something like that, she flipped through many more channels before settling on a english broadcast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 02:02:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; XCOM Barracks, Showers</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Open, Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Riley peeled off her black tank top and tossed it aside, revealing her bra. As she pulled down her uniform's pants, she blushed. Was it really necessary for her uniform to hug her body so close? They even had a curve in them... Her panties and sports bra (also black) joined the pile. She self consciously rubbed the small implant scar on her arm. Although it was visible before, something about being naked made her more aware of it. She'd gotten the implant in her second year of college, after deciding she was <em>finally</em> going to get herself laid. It hadn't happened. The researchers had her keep it in, on the off chance it somehow affected her gifts.<br><br>She stepped into the shower, one arm over her chest and scar, the other reaching down covering her groin. When she saw Sam all naked and... erect, she blushed and looked away nervously, trying not to stare. She quickly turned and faced away from her and began cleaning herself. This was supposed to be professional. It didn't matter how much she wanted that thing inside of her, or how if Sam grabbed her and forced her on it her feet wouldn't be able to touch the ground. It was completely irrelevant how utterly helpless and unable to resist she would be if the amazon decided to take her.<br><br>Riley stammered nervously as she rinsed her hair. "S-s-so, um, you might not remember, but you saved me when we first met. Th-that's how I joined the organization." She turned and faced Sam, nervously looking up at her. Their height difference wasn't <em>huge</em>, but when you were naked, and she was as athletic and erect as she was, the difference felt enormous. "I- I was just wondering if there was a way I could thank you..."<br><br>&gt;&gt; https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=213059.msg10467708#msg10467708 &lt;&lt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 02:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RQ6AqaB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Samantha Rand (Futa American Assault)<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Showers<br><strong>Action:</strong> Showering with Riley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Riley, Open<br><br>As Riley did her little striptease, I tugged on my nipples and pinched them hard, making the pink peaks even bigger, more suckable and biteable.&nbsp; I thought about Riley's little mouth wrapped around one of them, her big eyes looking up to me past the disheveled locks of red hair in her pretty face.<br><br>Once the black tank top, the leg hugging pants, the black sports bra, and the black panties were gone, I was stroking my big cock.<br><br>So many holes on this pretty little innocent girl.<br><br><em>"S-s-so, um, you might not remember, but you saved me when we first met. Th-that's how I joined the organization."</em><br><br><strong>"Of course I remember you, Riley.&nbsp; I may not remember every one I've ever saved, but I remember the ones like <em>you</em>."</strong><br><br><em>"I- I was just wondering if there was a way I could thank you..."</em><br><br><strong>"Oh, I can think of a whole bunch of ways, Riley."</strong><br><br>I had a feeling Riley wanted me as bad as I wanted her.&nbsp; She just needed to be guided.&nbsp; Commanded.&nbsp; Ordered.<br><br>Still, I didn't want to scare her.<br><br><strong>"But let's start easy, <em>Rookie</em>.&nbsp; Rookie <em>Riley</em>.&nbsp; I like the sound of that.&nbsp; Let's have you... find ways to thank me.&nbsp; Look at me, Riley.&nbsp; Look into my eyes.&nbsp; Look at my breasts.&nbsp; Look at my cock."</strong><br><br>I looked at her as I told her what to do, savoring her reaction to my words and to my appearance.<br><br><strong>"Come here, Riley.&nbsp; <em>Now</em>."</strong><br><br>I pointed at the floor before me.<br><br><strong>"Hygiene is important, soldier."</strong><br><br>Mmm, yeah, I liked where this was going.&nbsp; Was going to turn Riley into a good little grunt.<br><br><strong>"You have to maintain your gear.&nbsp; Rookie Riley, clean this cock.&nbsp; Get those hands up.&nbsp; Goddess Shower, shower gel."</strong><br><br>Riley's hands and my hands filled up with pink gooey shower gel.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 03:23:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Playing Pool<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey, Dawn, Kalina, Jena; Open<br><br>"I'm Jin Moon. Hey there," she said as she'd shook Hailey's hand. Jin barely noticed her until she introduce herself. Like most of the other Valkyries, Jin didn't know her well, so she could be either friendly or bitchy. So far, Dawn and Jena seemed to be more on the 'bitchy' side, though not necessarily in a bad way. At least Jin could get used to them. Hailey however seemed to be acting more friendlier. At least she didn't point a blade towards her. It was too early to determine however, as Jin couldn't tell how easily excited or crude she could be. The other three woman were still a mystery as well. One of them seemed to be watching t.v. by herself. The other two went to the showers together. Jin briefly thought about them. They seemed rather close. Kind of sisterly-like... or even lovers. Jin could only hope neither of them die.<br><br>As Dawn and Hailey exchanged words, Jin prepared her turn to strike the white ball. It's been a while since she'd last played pool, but she'd pretty sure she'd remember the rules. She figured she should go for the solid balls. On of them was rather close to falling into one of the middle holes as a result. Seemed like a good start. Jin then aimed her pole carefully at the white ball, pulling it out slowly before making the thrust. The results were... unexpected. Instead of the white ball hitting anything, it somehow launched up into the air and landed on Dawn's cleavage. <em>"Oh shit!"</em> she thought. She'd had a feeling she was in for it now...&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 03:37:19</strong>
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				<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 --&gt; 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.&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 10:05:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Adjusting her armour<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, Dawn Farron, Kalina Dodger<br><br><hr><br>Hailey squatted down to loosen the shoulder strap, <strong>"Well we're going to need every skilled fighter we can get, regardless of their background"</strong> she said, turning to the civilian at her comment, <strong>"And here's hoping none of us become tallies on the side of a Xeno's weapon"</strong> she added in response.&nbsp; Hailey watched Kalina lounge in front of the TV as Harren joined her, <em>Well at least everyone's getting to know each other</em> she considered with a smile.<br><br>Taking Moon's hand she replied, <strong>"Yeah, I've heard you're not bad with a trauma kit Jin"</strong> returning the shake, <strong>"It's good to have you onboard, especially after my last mission with XCOM proper saw me in recovery for nearly a month"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"Damn Xeno nearly took my arm off"</strong> she continued explaining, rubbing her left shoulder.<br><br>She watched as Sasami joined the civilian at the bar, still scanning for any sign of Rand or Saberhagen, her eyes returned to the table and she couldn't stop herself from bursting out laughing when the cue ball landed between Dawn's breasts, drawing her right hand up to cover her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 14:18:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Beer Before Bullets<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn;Jin; Hailey; Nana<br><br><br>Jena chuckled, and actually patted Hailey's cheek. "Everybody's got to go sometime, hun. Just make sure you take a dozen or so of the bastards with you."&nbsp; She almost missed Nana's comment at first, her voice was so soft.. Turning, she took another long, tonsil-tickling slug of her beer, giving the polite but terrified-seeming girl a once-over. Anther cutie, but kinda a mouse, seemed like. Still, might make a nice pillow...<br><br>"Hell, girl, who named you? MY Nana was like a hunnert and thirty years old. You're wayyyy too young." Grinning, she tousled the kid's hair. "Call me Jay."<br><br>Her eyes widened as she watched the cue ball pop up...and licked her lips and whooped with laughter when she saw where it landed, smack between Dawn's perkies. "Well?" she barked at Jin, a hungry smirk on her face. "Don't just stand there lookin' stupid, kiddo- go get it!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 18:22:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Being unbelievably sexy with an Australian accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Hailey Birrell, Jena Hargreave, open<br><br><hr><br>Dawn heard it when the tip of the cue hitting the ball wrongly, it wasn't especially hard to notice and she saw the ball flying up into the air. Without enough time to move aside, she simply leaned back to avoid it hitting her nose or forehead, she had no desire of getting a headache, and she didn't feel like giving an Asian kid a solid beating either. And then swoop, down between her breast. She held back the strong urge to curse like a sailor, it hurt like hell, the balls weren't exactly weightless. However, it was quite the laughable situation.<br><br>She considered doing like Jena said, but decided to go with another approach instead. She pushed her breast together with her palms, making the ball jump out, before she caught it mid-air, placing it on the pool table in an alright position, before getting behind Jin, making her enter the stance for shooting again, before leaning over her, her own crotch grinding towards the Korean girl's rear while she placed her hands over hers.<br><br><strong>"I understand that you find my accent unbelievably sexy, but there's easier ways to get me to talk"</strong> she said kindly as her breast pressed down on Jin's back while she helped the girl line up her shot, giving everyone a nice view of her own ass as well, the skimpy shorts trying to cover over everything, despite failing quite badly. She moved Jin's hands like they should be, doing a few gentle pushes to make sure that the cue would hit properly, before firing, hitting the ball perfectly, making the solid fall into the pocket it had been lined up with. <strong>"Do you want me to get off, or should we line up another shot together?"</strong> She teased, talking straight into the girl's ear, her hands stroking over her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 22:18:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn, Jena, Hailey; Open<br><br>"I'm so sorry, Dawn!" she let out a light, awkward snicker. "I guess it's been a while since I've played pool..." She then turned to Jena as she'd spoke to the maid-looking newcomer. Again, Jin raised a brow at her. "You're kidding, right?" It was like she <em>wanted</em> Dawn to smack her in the face!<br><br>Speaking of Dawn, Jin hoped she wasn't hurt too much, but she was more concerned about how angry she could be. The young support had no desire of feeling the wrath of an elite sniper, and it didn't look like she was pleased at all, either. Before Jin even got a chance to defend herself, she already found herself in an awkward position. Dawn was already behind her, as if she's... trying to teach her how to shoot? Just what was she doing? Jin braced herself for the worst.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Dawn, what are you...?!" She can feel Dawn's warm body running against her back. Jin can feel herself... getting an erection. Yes, Jin is a hermaphrodite as well and is very into girls. Truth be told, it was one of the reasons why she'd join them in the first place. Admittedly Dawn was hot, but it was also embarrassing, and possibly dangerous too. If Dawn found out of Jin's erection, the consequences could be dire. She could forget about the aliens at this point.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Jin was blushing, her heart was beating, and her girl-cock was harden. Dawn's voice was like a siren calling out her name. Should she run the risk of getting her ass beat? Jin thought about it briefly. Her duty should call at any time, and she may never have this bless again, should the first mission doesn't go well. Jin shook her head. She should cherish the moment while it last. "Let's... line up another shot. Maybe it'll help me get up to speed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 22:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Continuing to be unbelievably sexy with an Australian accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, anyone looking<br><br><hr><br>She smiled and kissed Jin's cheek lightly, placing one hand on the girl's crotch to help her move over to a better position, only to get quite the hard surprise. She didn't mind it though, not at all. If anything, it would make the possible sex a lot easier. She wouldn't mind having sex with the girl, she had yet to have it with an Asian girl, she was curious if it would be very different from, well, anywhere else in the world. Most likely not, but, maybe. She wouldn't know before trying at least.<br><br>She gave the bulge one light press just to let Jin know that she wasn't especially freaked out about it. If anything, she just found it enjoyable. She helped Jin move into a new position, before starting to aim towards the white ball again, doing the same as before, though this time, she just placed Jin's hands where they should be, one far back on the cue, and one placed under it, close to the white ball, as the support, the bipod so to say, to make sure that the cue wouldn't stray away from its path. While she let Jin make the shot, her hands strayed away from the preparations and made their way towards the girl's pants, sneaking their way under there, feeling the erect member.<br><br><strong>Maybe you want to take <em>the shot</em> elsewhere instead?"</strong> Dawn asked gently, smiling behind Jin's back. It was a subtle hint, but she hoped that the girl would pick up on it and come up with a reason for leaving the room, brining herself with her. If not, well, she would just simply screw up her chances. Dawn slowly moved her hands up again, starting to play with Jin's belt while waiting for her to make her decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 00:37:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Possibly getting lucky<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn; Open<br><br>"D-Daaawn?" Jin's fears only escalated when she was feeling Dawn's hand getting closer to her crotch, and eventually touching it. It was then on that she knew she was a goner. She knew that being turned-on could lead her to her down fall, eventually towards a higher up. That kiss didn't help either. It only turned her on even more. The question now was how Dawn would react. Is she going to kick her ass <em>now?</em> Or well she be just grossed out and push her away. The former is what Jin was excepting. After all, Dawn was clearly far from the girly type. At least if Dawn were to killed Jin, she wouldn't have to deal with the aliens anymore, but it was still unwelcoming.<br><br>Instead however, the unexpected was happening. Dawn was still teasing her. If anything, it seemed like she wasn't bothered at all. She even just made a... sexual innuendo towards her? This wasn't about pool at all anymore. "Are you serious?" she asked. Is this woman suddenly horny now? Jin knew could be walking into a trap. The whole thing was all too good to be true. <br><br>"...Maybe." She merely nodded. Jin was willing to take the chance. It's not like her death was never around the cover to begin with anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnnyboyboy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 00:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yDntc2G.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalina Dodger<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Watching TV/ Speaking with Cassandra<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra Harren<br><br><br>"Same bloody message about the horror of going outside as usual but with a different reason and tone this time" Kalina moved to turn the volume down as she spoke with Cassandra "Lock your doors, stay inside" she said while airquoting "Like that will actually help anyone.." taking another sip of beer she gestured to the screen "Still, this is pretty much intel as far as i am concerned, Looks like They Hit England as much as..well everywhere else.." Kalina moved forward to place her beer on the small table in the center of the chairs, leaning back and bringing her hands upto her face to rest under her chin.<br><br>"Kind of makes you wonder what they want exactly.." for a moment her eyes seemed deep in thought and almost saddened. Shaking her head she looked back to Cassandra "Sorry, im being rude. Names Kalina. Kalina Dodger. What is yours ?" she said taking the beer from the table and drinking it once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 14:46:38</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Goin' home to the Range<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn;Jin; etc.<br><br><br><br><br>"Yeah," Jena sniggered, sucking on her beer again. "You two really need to get a room. Fun as the show might be, the pool table thing's been done to death." Draining her drink, she lofted the empty bottle in the general direction of a trash can, where it landed with a shattering crash. Then she wandered back towards the bar to grab another before heading for the door. "While you two shoot on each other, I'm gonna go shoot some targets. Be sure an' mop up when yer done, hear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 14:59:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Leaving the fuckbunnies to their own devices<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, Dawn Farron, Kalina Dodger<br><br><hr><br>For once Hailey was in agreement with the civilian, <em>Seriously, are they pumping aphrodisiacs and pheromones through the air vents?</em> she internally questioned, her equipment coming to attention again, much to her discomfort.<br><br>Hailey moved quickly past Sasami to catch up with Jena, <strong>"Wait up, I'll join you,"</strong> she replied as she came up beside the Texan, <em>Anything to get my mind off sex for a while longer</em> she prayed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 22:34:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpUgBIO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dawn Farron<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall &gt; Room XXX<br><strong>Action:</strong> Introducing an immensely sexy sex scene of sexiness<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Heargrave anyone looking<br><br><hr><br>Oh my, the girl had some guts after all, she seemed to be game for a jump in the sack. It wasn't that she herself was finding herself very aroused, though the cock had got something started at least. And, if they were possibly dying anywhere from minutes till weeks from now, there was no reason to have sex one last time before passing along, right?<br><br>Well, the response she got, she assumed to be based on an understood hint, so she made Jin let go of the cue and got off her, smiling, still holding around her waist, both her hands resting on the girl's crotch. She heard the "get a room" comment from Jena and just laughed a bit. <strong>"Well, your sense of humor seems rather hollow, maybe we should go there"</strong> She said, not in a mean way, just in a teasing way, to show she didn't really mind the humor, she couldn't speak for Jin, but she found it quite enjoyable, honestly.<br><br><strong>"Well then, maybe I should bring my catch with me"</strong> And with that, she moved her "catch" along with her out into the hallway. She had found a room on the way to finding the meeting room, mainly because she had assumed that whoever held the meeting had locked the door to avoid intruders. She found the door, it was unmarked, but it seemed perfect for the task. She pulled out a pair of hairpins from her hair and in a matter of seconds unlocked the door, pulling it open before leading Jin in as well, closing the door and locking it after them, before locking the door. Dawn herself was unsure what the room was for, but it seemed completely unused, with the bed looking like it had never been used, and with all shelves etc. being entirely empty. <strong>"You're thinking that I took you here to get payback, don't you?"</strong> Dawn said, smiling, not the generic psychopath smile, just a gentle, "I'm enjoying myself" type of smile. <strong>"Well, you're wrong, if it took as little as getting hit by a small ball to get me pissed, I'd be dead by now"</strong> She turned towards Jin again, put her hands on the girl's shoulders, pulled her close, and gave the girl a short kiss.<br><br>She didn't know why, but the hatred directed towards the girl for her not knowing how to do her job properly had been changed into some kind of desire to look after the girl, if so only in a subtle way. She directed the girl towards the single-bed in the room, pinning her down, moving her hands towards her chest slowly. <strong>"I might treat you like an asshole at times, it's nothing personal"</strong> <em>I just don't like the way your fucking mind works...</em> she added internally as her hands started to gently feel the girl's chest. <strong>"Tell me if I'm being too rough with you"</strong> She said, smiling as she gave both breast a firm squeeze, waiting for the reaction from the young asian beauty.<br><br><strong>&lt;&lt;Transfer to Sexy time tread (Direct link'll be added later)&gt;&gt;</strong><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 23:41:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall &gt; Room XXX<br><strong>Action:</strong> Getting it on.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn, Jena<br><br>Jin rolled her eyes at Jena's comment. "Oh shut up, Jena," she hissed. Jin didn't care what Jena thought a that point. So what if she or anyone else got offended. This is what happens when they formed an all female organization, especially if some of them happened to be hermaphrodites. Jin would be damned if she'd denied a little intimacy with a sexy, elite <em>sharpshooter.</em> She was slowly going from scared to excited just thinking about it.<br><br>She went with Dawn to what appeared to be yet another bedroom. It didn't seemed off-limits but as long as they don't get caught, Jin didn't care. She was more worried about what Dawn might do to her. If it was for payback, then Jin was a goner for sure, a Dawn was locking the door. She'd didn't think she'd win against an experienced mercenary either, but either way, Jin's fate was sealed. It was then on that Dawn revealed that she wasn't pissed at all. In fact, she seemed genuinely... nicer, or at least as nice as she can possibly get. Jin was relieved.<br><br>She'd sat down next to Dawn on the bed closely. Somehow, Jin was sensing a small bond between the two, even though they'd just meant. It might be because of what they were about to do though. It wasn't just about her libido anymore. Jin couldn't put her figure on it, but it almost seems like Dawn was doing this just for her. "I may be a rookie," Jin admits, "But I'm not <em>that</em> weak. Maybe I just... wanted to show that I'm not a little kid anymore, ya know?" She leaned into Dawn and kissed her on the cheek. "Even so, it can't be anyway near as bad as what the aliens planned to do with us." She'd delivered a confident smile and leaped toward Dawn. This time, kissing her lips passionately. Jin didn't really mind it if it did became a little rough. She may be a virgin, but she had a good idea on how sex works. She was ready.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 02:46:40</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Off for some banging in the Boom Boom Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br>"Sure, hun." Jena stopped, waited for Hailey to catch up. Though if the Aussie was trying to not think about sex, the lanky rehead wasn't likely to be much help. Not only was it clear there was nothing under her cutoff shirt besides some Texas Tits, she had a habit of all but deep-throating her beer bottle, sliding the mouth of it deep between her lips before tilting her head back and swallowing hard. Which she did just as Hailey reached her.<br><br>"One for the road, I think," she said, leaning over the cooler case to grab another, and in the process causing her mesh briefs to ride down, exposing quite a bit of ass crack and the upper curves of ehr cheeks. It wasn't so much that she had a big butt- though there was plenty there to grab- as that the undies probably weren't <em>quite</em> regulation size.<br><br>"You want one?" she asked the somewhat flustered trooper, holding her exposed pose and looking back over her shoulder. If she was aware of how badly she was teasing, there was no sign of it on her face. Clearly, she was either just one of those natural flirts- or the most dangerous poker player on-post.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 15:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack main hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Demanding some proper booze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, Dawn Farron, Kalina Dodger<br><br><hr><br>Hailey shot Jena a filthy look, <strong>"Drop that piss and grab the bottle of bourbon"</strong> she replied, pointing to the bottle behind the bar.&nbsp; She shot a glance towards Kalina and the others, trying to keep from ogling Jena's more enticing attributes, before the pair left the room.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moved most of this post onto the next, with respect to Jena's response, for a better flow.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 23:31:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Off for some banging in the Boom Boom Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br>Jena laughed, and leaned again, crushing her breasts against the case and shoving her tee up to expose their lower curves as she stretched for the bottle. "Hardcore, girl. Just don't shoot ME 'steada the targets, OK?" Straightening up (and letting her clothes, such as they were, worry abot themselves), she started to hand the bottle over to Hailey, then stopped, set her beer down, and twisted the top off the spirits bottle. Sniffing once, she tilted it up, took a quick slug, swirled her tongue around the rim before giving it to the Aussie with a wink.<br><br>"Just figgered you might not feel like drinkin' alone, you know?" Then she chased the booze down with a slug of beer, and started off for the range again, pistol holster slapping against her bare hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 02:55:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Firing Range<br><strong>Action:</strong> Getting a good buzz on<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave<br><br><hr><br>Hailey accepted the bottle from Jena, and she could smell the beer and something else as the bottle reached her lips, she took a swig as they continued on their way.&nbsp; Her belly and throat burned satisfyingly, though it did nothing to calm her erection, <em>Come on whiskey dick!</em> she encouraged, but much to her disappointment it only made her panties damp once more.<br><br>She surveyed the racks of weapons when they arrived, grabbing a carbine, a H&amp;K G36K with under-slung grenade launcher, <em>Not as good as my G36C, though the grenade launcher's a nice addition</em> she assessed, loading a magazine and grabbing two spares before tucking them into her belt.&nbsp; She readied some targets, doing everything in her power to get her mind out of the gutter, <em>Keep focused Birrell, the last thing you need is to be knocking up your squadmates</em> she internally cautioned.<br><br>Hailey took another shot from the bottle, shaking her head as she felt momentarily off-balance.&nbsp; Her hands went to her groin and she unwisely removed her crotch guard, grateful for losing it's tight confinement.&nbsp; <strong>"So Jena, what's your backstory?</strong> she asked, picking up the rifle and approaching the firing line.&nbsp; She set the carbine down again and reached for the protective glasses and ear muffs, waiting for Jena's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 03:44:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Shootin' the Breeze, Suckin' the Juice, Poppin' the Paper Heads<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br><br>"Ain't a lot to tell, hun," Jena gritted out as she picked out a safety visor. "Used to live in Denton, in the Great State of Texass.&nbsp; Managed the MegaMart there." Draining her beer, she set the bottle to one side, held out her hand for the bourbon.&nbsp; A heavy slug made her shiver a bit. "OOeee. That's the stuff. Anyways- the Bugs showed up. Now Denton ain't there no more." <br><br>After handing the bottle back to Hailey, she walked to another lane, she took a massive chrome Desert Eagle from her holster, slid in a clip, worked the slide with a <em>CLACK!</em> "So I ain't, either. Got lucky. Lot of folk didn't get out- gals especially. Them pale fuckers got some strange appetites..." She started picking fussily through the rack of ear protectors. "Tried to sign up with the Guard, but they weren't havin' it. Nor the regular Army. Kicked around refugee camps for a bit, doin' this and that."<br><br>Finally she found a pair of muffs that satisfied her, slid them over her head. Her voice got louder, to compensate. <strong>"So when I heard about this all-chick unit formin', I hiked my ass over here..."</strong>&nbsp; A paper target went out to the 15 meter line with a whirrrr. <strong>"And said 'how d'you do? When do we start kickin' alien tail?"</strong><br><br>Her hand snapped up from her side, and she yanked the trigger five times, <strong>WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!</strong> The heavy pistol spat out hand-length muzzle flares, and the empty .50 shells sounded sorta like soup cans hitting the concrete floor.&nbsp; When she brought the target back in, the holes showed she'd walked her fire from the center of the forehead, right down to the throat of the silhouette. Except the last shot, which was wayyyy off to the right. She stared at it for a minute, then drawled, "Shiiiiiiiiit. Clearly I ain't drunk enough yet."<br><br>Locking the slide back, she set the pistol down, and walked back to the Australian. Her ample breasts danced a bit under her tshirt, making the UN flag on it ripple like a stiff breeze was blowing. Hand out for the bottle, she smirked. <strong>"So. Think it'll make a good movie some day?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 04:59:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Firing Range<br><strong>Action:</strong> Shooting at targets<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave<br><br><hr><br>Hailey set the target back to 20 metres, listening to Jena's tale before passing her the bottle again, she put on the glasses and wore the muffs around her neck, accepting the bourbon back for another mouthful, winching as she was shook off balance again.&nbsp; She put the bottle down, and with the muffs on and carbine raised fired off a series of short bursts.<br><br>She moved out of her bay, <strong>"MAYBE A GOOD PROPAGANDA FILM FOR WHO EVER WINS!?!"</strong> she replied, <strong>"NICE VERTICAL TRACKING"</strong> Hailey complimented, handing Jena the bottle.&nbsp; She hit the button for her own, admiring the tight grouping and the fist sized hold at it's centre.<br><br>Hailey removed her sheet and held it up for Jena to see, <strong>"Think I should try the grenade launcher next?"</strong> She asked, taking off the muffs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 14:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Comparing gun sizes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br>Swigging deeply from the whiskey, Jena smirked. <strong>"Hey, I like a big bang as much as the next gal, hun. And overkill is the ONLY kind worth shit. Buuuuut...might wanna talk to the janitors 'fore you make that kinda mess, huh?"</strong> Carefully setting the half-empty booze container down, she walked, maybe a *touch* unsteadily, over the the rifle racks, and took down a desert-finish AR-15, the very rifle she had shown up with. Now, after some loving attention at an armorer's bench, it was no longer civilian- legal, having been converted back to full-auto capable. But then, she was no longer a civilian.<br><br>She hung another target, ran it out to 50 meters, close to the end of the range.&nbsp; Slapping a box in, she worked the slide, flipped off the safety, and bent over to rest her elbows on the barrier, stabilizing her.&nbsp; Hailey likely wondered how she could possibly shoot with her hips swaying like they were- and if she was even aware of doing it- but in a second, the high-pitched paper-tearing sound of the overcharged 5.56 rounds split the air, almost painful even through the ear protectors.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>14-09-2014, 14:45:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Firing Range<br><strong>Action:</strong> About to do something stupid<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave<br><br><hr><br>Hailey put down the rifle, <strong>"Maybe later then, you stay put"</strong> she instructed the carbine, grabbing onto the dividers of the bays to make her way to Jena's and picking up the bottle for another mouthful.&nbsp; Jena had almost pulled the trigger before Hailey remembered to put the muffs back on, the bottle slipping from her hand to shatter on the floor in time with the roar of Jena's rifle.<br><br>She stared down at the puddle of alcohol and shards of broken glass before raising her gaze to the other woman, <strong>"Opps"</strong> she commented, followed by a goofy grin and another shake of her head.&nbsp; Things were starting to spin and she lowered herself to the floor, her back resting against the bay and several pieces of glass cutting into her shapely rear, <strong>"OWW!!!"</strong> she yelped at the realization, but made no effort to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>14-09-2014, 23:35:04</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Painting with Bullets; First <del>L</del>Aid<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br>With the headgear on, and the AR burping out single rounds and short bursts, it wasn't until Jena finished punching a complex smiley face into the paper target that she was aware of what had happened to Hailey. Safing her gun, setting it down, and turning, she gave the seated girl a confused look at first.<br><br>"What the hell you doin' down there, hun?" Then she noticed the broken glass, the fact that the Aussie was squirming uncomfortably...and the traces of blood. <br><br>"Oh, shitfire," she growled, grabbing an Emergency Aid kit off the wall. "And the bottle still a third full, too." She stopped just short of the puddle of booze and fragments, staring down at her bare feet. "Hun, a gal that can't hold her likker is a sorrowful state of affairs, in my book. I mean, we all fall down once in a while..." She looked around for a second, found a wood ammo crate up against one wall. Shoving it&nbsp; ahead of her, grunting with the effort, thighs and forearms bunching like a rock climber, she used it to bulldoze a path to her injured teammate. "God in Heaven, though, bitch, didja HAVE ta drop the bottle?"<br><br>Bending (which made the bottom hem of her croptop ride up enough to be illegal in most states), she offered a hand to the fallen gunner. "Git up here, bend yerself over the crate, and drop yer drawers. Let's see how bad off you are." One Hailey was upright, Jena busied herself with poking through the Aid kit, coming up with disinfectant, gauze and tape, and tweezers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 03:49:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Firing Range<br><strong>Action:</strong> Painfully mounting a crate<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave<br><br><hr><br>Now more conscious of the current state of the floor, Hailey carefully used her hands to help make her way onto the crate, her breasts crushing against its hard surface.&nbsp; She reached back, struggling painfully to get her pants down over her hips, freeing some of the glass as it caught on the material and was pulled from her flesh.<br><br>A cool breeze washed across her bare ass and she clenched her moist flower as the air conditioning made her damp womanhood icy cold, with the whole effect restoring her seven inch shecock to full erection, its head scratching against the side of the crate.<br><br>Hailey moaned from the combined reactions and tightened her butt cheeks, forcing blood to trickle playfully along her rear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 17:24:37</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Whut's in that butt?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey<br><br>Jena winced at the sight of the smooth rump stretched out in front of her, scratched up and oozing blood. Still, it wasn't as bad as it might have been. "Well," she said, teasingly running a finger down Hailey's damp lower lips. "Looks like at least you didn't hurt nothin' critical."&nbsp; She paused, surprised, as she encountered something bigger and harder than should be there, at the far end of her inspection trail.<br><br>"What the Sam Hill?"&nbsp; bending a bit, she reached further, ran a finger down the underside of Hailey's shaft, then wrapped her hand around it. "I'll be damned. You're packin' a concealed weapon there, hun.&nbsp; Better find a holster for it soon, before it goes off all accidental, like." Chuckling, she let go, and straightened up. "First, though..."<br><br>All business (for once), she swabbed the Aussie's butt all over with disinfectant, staining it an amusing red-orange. Then, with the tweezers, she carefully picked out the more deeply-embedded bits of glass. "This is gonna sting," she said, belatedly, after Hailey had already gasped several times at the probing. And: "Quit wigglin' girl. You're distractin' me." A firm swat on an uninjured upper hip punctuated her order.<br><br>It didn't really take long, though how long it <em>felt</em> to the sore, embarrassed, and exposed trooper was anyone's guess. Finally, Jena put her tool aside, wiped down the worst of the cuts with some antibiotic ointment, and started taping bandages in place. "Least it wasn't rock salt. That stuff burns." How the lanky carrot-topped Texan <em>knew</em> this, she didn't seem to care to explain right then.<br><br>Finished at last, she moved around in front of Hailey and bent over, nose to nose. "You can stand up now, girl. And if there's <em>anything</em> I can do to, y'know, help you get over the trauma? You be sure to let me know, heah?" And griiiiiined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 16:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Firing Range<br><strong>Action:</strong> Keen to show her appreciation<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave<br><br><hr><br>The removal of the glass shards had a surprisingly sobering effect, through the pain-fueled shots of adrenaline passing through her system, Hailey clenching her teeth throughout the ordeal to keep from crying out, although it wasn't enough to prevent the occasional strained moan of pain.<br><br>When Jena had finished with the glass, her follow-up inspections brought an all too different kind of moan to Hailey's lips, and although she couldn't see it, a drop of pre-cum to the floor between her legs.<br><br>Hailey brought her arms back, pushing herself up to meet Jena's face and she kissed the Texan sweetly before meeting her gaze.&nbsp; <strong>"I'd actually like to show you how grateful I am, I think that'd be a good start to my recovery"</strong> she answered, her words free from the slight slur they'd previously carried.<br><br>Carefully, she stood up from the crate, her pants around her ankles and her ass smarting, <em>There's no way I'm getting those boots off, so I guess the pants are staying</em> Hailey considered, pulling them up to thigh height to make it easier to approach Jena.<br><br>She brushed a strand of hair away from Jena's face as she moved in to kiss her deeply, one hand pulling their heads together, whilst the other hand stroked at her back.&nbsp; Hailey wanted to take her time, knowing that short of an alien attack, the rest of the squad would be busy for a while.<br><br>Hailey took Jena's hand and lead her up to the observation room over the shooting range, closing the door behind them and locking it.&nbsp; She pulled their bodies together again and resumed her display of appreciation, one hand sneaking into the Texan's pants as they kissed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 20:46:44</strong>
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				The was usually a quiet peace within the barracks. However, this quiet peace was slashed by the droning sound of an alarm, which blared through every inch of the facility. There was but a moment's pause from the soldiers within the barracks before they quickly readied themselves. The metallic doors to the barracks slowly opened, revealing the brightly lit hallway that opened up towards the rest of XCom's underground facility.<br><br>Troops and security personnel mobilized. Elevators hummed to life as they visited the lower levels in preparation to escorting the troops to their transports.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.moddb.com/images/members/1/771/770163/anime-girl_011.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kyra Sayre<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Addressing the Valkyries<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Commander Sayre would have been the first officer the Valkyries would have seen upon exiting the barracks. She still had on her civilian clothes and was not armed in any way aside from the authoritative presence she carried herself with. <strong>"Let's go, ladies! Grab your panties and line up! We've got an emergency situation!"</strong> Hopefully for some of the rookies, they wouldn't have too much trouble grabbing their armor and weapons on the fly. They wouldn't have much time to be properly outfitted. Whatever they forgot would be replaced by the bare standard that XCom could provide. Not exactly what you wanna leave home with when facing plasma weaponry. <strong>"Move it or lose it, ladies! Come on! People are getting killed while you're changing in to G-strings!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LSWSjr</strong> on <strong>03-10-2014, 13:38:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Birrell<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Getting into position<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jena Hargreave, Kyra Sayre, All<br><br><hr><br>At the sound of the alarm Hailey bolted upright from her cot and was putting on her armour, thankful for having prepared all her recovered equipment in advance.&nbsp; She blew a theatrical kiss to Jena as she raced into position on the ready line, standing at attention, her carbine clasped firmly, with a quick glance to ensure the safety was on.<br><br><strong>"Valkyrie Sergeant Birrell, locked and loaded ma'am"</strong> she announced clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 15:16:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Reporting for Booty...errr...duty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br>For a second, she fumbled for the off button on the alarm clock. Then she remembered. "God damnit, Ah was havin' the hottest dream, too."<br><br>Still, she was quick enough about it, wriggling into her armor. The Ithaca came out from under her bed; the Eagle from under her pillow. Her AR was still locked into the Armory rack- but they didn't have all that much ammo, anyway, as folks kept warning her. After a moment spent checking her hair and splashing some cold water on her face, she slouched into line.<br><br>"Bringin' the boom, bossgirl. Tell me this ain't a drill. If it's a drill, I'm gonna be pissed. There were these twins, brother an' sister?&nbsp; In my dream, that is..." As she chattered, she toyed with her&nbsp; comm unit and HUD, smacking the latter with a fist when it at first refused to boot properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 22:57:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; XCOM Barracks</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Riley jerked upright when she heard the alarm, skipping her undergarments (despite the commander's comments) in an attempt to move faster. She rushed out of the barracks, still snapping her ballistic vest and various harnesses and carriers on as she moved. When she reached the designated area she paused, taking a moment to redo her hasty gearing up. With her gear amateurishly settled, she looked at the commander and snapped upright.<br><br>"R-Rookie Saberhagen, reporting, Ma'am!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnnyboyboy</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 11:26:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yDntc2G.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalina Dodger<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks<br><strong>Action:</strong> Getting ready to move out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Kalina awoke to the alarm and instantly snapped into action, putting her clothes on and a basic balistic vest for additional protection. She pulled the large metal suitcase she was carrying earlier from under the bed and unlocked it open, swinging the lid wide she removed a large LMG that looked personalised, Grabbing a the two clips that also came in the suitcase she attached them to the gun before joining the rest of the ladies in the line "<br><br>"Ready to unload the pain Ma'am" she said while standing tall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 19:59:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.moddb.com/images/members/1/771/770163/anime-girl_011.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kyra Sayre<br><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br><strong>Action:</strong> Addressing the Valkyries<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>Looking over the four ladies in front of her, Kyra formed a slight scowl across her face and shifted her stance with her arms crossed beneath her bust. <strong>"Not too bad, ladies. Looks like you're all loaded up and ready to go. Good."</strong> Her eyes scanned over each one of them. three out of the four seemed ready and prepared. The rookie, however, had shit-scared written all over her face. With a smirk, Commander Sayre locked eyes with her. <strong>"Stick with your teammates and you'll be fine."</strong> Kyra found herself in that rare mood where she actually cared about something other than causing ET brains to burst. <strong>"Let's move!"</strong><br><br>With a press of a button on the holo-console next to her, the floor the five of them stood on jerked to life. Gears shifted and hummed as the elevator lifted them to an upper level. The lights of the barracks and the lower hallways dimmed as they were surrounded on both sides by the earth's mantle. If it wasn't apparent by now, it would have sunk in that moment that they were fall below the surface of the Earth. Hidden away from any enemy attempts of detection. <strong>"A few of your fellow Valkyries have been reassigned if you're wondering why there's only the four of you."</strong> She turned bout-face as the earth above gave way. A bright heavenly glow fell upon the women as they reached the 1st level of XCOM's hidden base. To their very left they would have noticed the presence of Mission Control standing by their stations.<br><br>An army of women just like the Valkyries manning their consoles and communicating orders between their designated stations. In the very center of the room was the holographic image of Earth in its entirety revolving in a suspended space. If they payed more attention then they probably should, they would have noticed the hologram jerk to a section of the United States, where the area was magnified to reveal a section of the East Coast. <br><br><strong>"This way, ladies."</strong> The elevator came to a light stop and Commander Sayre marched forward into a hall which seemed to hum with the voice of a jet's engine. As they all walked forward, the command center was soon out of view. The hallway was brightly lit, and widened like a large holding cell. At the end of this hanger was a heavy metal door: almost two tons of carbon steel. To the right was the carrier revving it's undercarriage rotors. For something so big to purr so calmly, it set an example for how advanced XCOM's technology was. An unsettling fact considering the ET's completely overshadowed even their technology.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Big Sky</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121030020304/xcom/images/4/4d/XEU_Skyranger_schem_wings_out.png)</div></div><br><br><strong>"Open the hatch!"</strong> The commander stood to the side of the staircase leading towards the large jet carrier. With a gaseous breath, the back panel of the massive plane lowered and extended out like a ramp for the Valkyries. Inside were two rows of four single-seats for them to settle in during the trip. <strong>"You're shipping out to s suburb for your first mission, Valkyries. There's been reports of a small-scale abduction zone set up. Get in their and knock some heads. I'll be in direct contact with you throughout the entire mission."</strong> Stepping over towards the rookie, Saberhagen, the commander removed a small key from her left pocket. <strong>"There's a locker on the jet with XCOM's standard munitions. Get yourself armed and ready."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 00:26:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Sky<br><strong>Action:</strong> Flyin' and flexin'<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br>Clomping aboard the troopship in her Kevalr and cowboy boots, Jena headed right for the gun rack. A dozen M16-A4s were latched there; she took one down, tested its weight and balance. Pretty close to her own AR-15 (being, basically, the same gun), but, like they say in all those movies, 'There are many like it, but this one ain't mine.'&nbsp; It just felt off. Still. It'd put holes in whatever she pointed it at, so she checked that the selector was on B, the safety was on, and that there was a round in the chamber, slung it on her back, and forgot about it. 'In case of Emergency', and etc.<br><br>Rifles weren't as&nbsp; much fun anyway- not even a sniper got to see that precious 'Oh SHIT!' expression, right before you popped their heads with a .50 hollowpoint, or tore 'em in half with a pumpkin ball that weighed more than their liver. If Bugs had livers. She didn't know, didn't care.&nbsp; She'd be relying mostly on the Ithaca and the Eagle this run, regardless.<br><br>Next was grenades, and that took some thought. She didn't have much of a throwing arm- long on distance, pretty sad on landing stuff where she wanted it. And while 'close' counted in hand grenades, was best if you could get them <em>somewhere</em> near where you were aiming. Flashbangs were right out, for her- too position-sensitive. Frags, maybe the same- just be a waste, her tossin' them around like lost golf balls.<br><br>Smoke, now. Smoke didn't care where you put it, so long as it was between you an' them.&nbsp; And made them look even more surprised when you popped up outa it. So two white-tabbed smoke canisters went on her web belt.&nbsp; She'd been hoping for some white phosphor- a bangbuddy had liberated a couple of those from a Guard armory for the Fourth, and oh my stars did they make a light and a stink. They'd stink even better with a cluster of big goggle-eyed grey fuckers in the middle of it, but wasn't no point in dreamin' on it, since there weren't any.<br><br>Another moment's consideration, and she grabbed a frag, hung it just <em>so</em>, the pin trapped. That one wasn't for throwin'. That was for her, just in case. She wasn't playin' another round of 'hide the probe' with the Bugs, if she had any breath left to stop it.<br><br>Moving out of the way of the others, she racked a round up into the car-killing shotgun's breach with a noise like a falling tree.&nbsp; "Yeeee-HAW, ladies!&nbsp; First rodeo! And remember, first rule is: you fall off the bull, you roll your ass outa the way so you don't get stepped on."<br><br>Plopping into a bench, ignoring the safety straps, she laid her head back and gave every impression of going to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 01:51:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Big Sky</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>&nbsp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Stick with your teammates and you'll be fine."<br><br>Riley nodded and listened attentively to Sayre's briefing before following Jena into the Skyranger. When she reached the weapon rack she collected as many magazines for her carbine and pistol as her uniform appeared to have slots for. After getting fully geared up, there was a conspicuously empty slot on her rigging. Riley scanned the rack, before noticing that the medkits (well, they were called medkits; they looked mroe like some kind of injector) would fit nicely. She grabbed one and equipped it before heading over to an empty seat and locking herself in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: XCOM: Operation Valkyrie (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShanaTheIV</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 05:05:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bParwal.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jin Moon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Sky<br><strong>Action:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Riley; Opened<br><br>The sudden sound of the loud alarm made Jin's heart running. She ducked a bit as her ears were violated by the unbearable ringing. It definitely straddled her, but her true fears were the reasons why it went off. This was it. She knew it was only a matter of time, but death never felt so close. Jin was hesitating, but she quickly realized that she was a soldier now. A real one, and her team needed her. It wasn't a video game, nor was she in a shooting galley. She grabbed her equipment as soon as she could and followed her allies to the 'Big Sky.' She remained quiet. In a strange way, it felt like she was about to take some sort of final exam like she would in school. Jin snickered. She was never really a good test taker, especially considering that she rarely studies until the last minute, and even then, she'd usually get a C+ at best. Only this time, her life and the lives around her were on the line. Does this mean Jin would <em>barely</em> survived if she did? She gulped. She tried not to think about it too much anymore.<br><br><em>Get it together, Jin,</em> she told herself, taking deep breaths. <em>Just 'stick with your teammates and you'll be fine.'</em> She double check her med supplies and cloaked her gun. She was the only 'support' so she had to make sure her comrades herself. It also kind of felt like an MMORPG to her. She wasn't usually the 'healer' of the group so this should be interesting. She did know that they're usually blamed for the team's faults so she wasn't particularly trilled about that. <br><br>She turned to the red-headed rookie she was sitting next to her, who seemed to be just as uneasy. She nudged at her and said, "Ey... good luck out there."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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