Author Topic: To Terraform A Planet - The Invasion Begins - Possible positions opening  (Read 9153 times)

Martin waves goodbye as Arthur walks down the hallways before looking back at the portable stove. "Almost done."

It makes me happy to see people having a doing of the passive rp.

"Give me that whiskey!"  Muarry calls across the barracks.

It makes me happy to see people having a doing of the passive rp.

"Give me that whiskey!"  Muarry calls across the barracks.

i will have a doing of egg


Arthur returns and opens the cupboard to find two dusty cups.  He walks over to the sink and washes out the cups.  He dries them with a towel and hands one of them to Martin.  He puts his tea bag in the other cup and sits down, watching the small flame heat the pan.

Buchanan tosses the whiskey flask to the field officer.

Alfonz inspects his bunk, "I wonder how long its been since anybody has slept in these..." He says as he pats the bed.

As Arthur hands Martin the cup, the water begins to boil. "Ah, trés bon." Martin carefully pours water in his and Arthur's cups, and then drops his teabag in before beginning to stir.

Alfonz inspects his bunk, "I wonder how long its been since anybody has slept in these..." He says as he pats the bed.
"I'd assume about 30 years."

Buchanan tosses the whiskey flask to the field officer.
Muarry catches it, twisting the cap off and chugging from the flask for about 3 seconds before setting it down on the counter, the cold liquid burning through his throat and warming him up inside.  "Mmmmh."


Meanwhile, tucked snuggly between the mountains of the alps...

"Sir!  Sir, we have multiple large masses penetrating the atmosphere at approximately," the man pauses, tapping a few keys into the keyboard of his rather large monitor, "Twenty-two thousand four hundred sixty-six kilometers per hour."
"What?  Pull up satellite images, put them on the main screen."
"Yes sir," the man replies, tapping a few keys on his keyboard and dragging a few windows on his large monitor, clicking several things.  Images appear on the main screen of the room, divided by white borders, each of them of small parts of Earth.
"Zoom out."
The man at the keyboard presses a few buttons, and begins to drag several bars on screen.  Moments later, the images begin to become bigger, until large ships are seen on screen, quickly covering large portions of the planet.  Slowly, they come to a halt, although earth continues to spin.
"Oh my god..." says the man giving orders.  This ships are visible in the sky all over the world.  News channels are plastered with live footage of said ships in the sky, most channels display a government issued warning for people to stay in their homes.  Almost every government in the world declares a state of emergency.

The invasion truly begins.

"Did you guys just feel something?"

"Yeah, like a freaking earthquake.  Did the Wallonian fault line just go off or something?" 

(Wallonia, in Belgium, is home to a fault line that follows the course of a river)

Name: Jacov Steele
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Rank: Corporal
Physical Appearance: 5'9", brownish-red hair, grey-blue eyes, tanned skin.
Original SpecFor Division: Delta Force (not very creative, sorry.)
Previous RPs: many
Other*: Decent strength, has slight difficulty working in a team. Sharpshooter.

"Yeah, like a freaking earthquake.  Did the Wallonian fault line just go off or something?" 

(Wallonia, in Belgium, is home to a fault line that follows the course of a river)
"And here I was hoping the worst natural disaster I was going to have to live through today was a blizzard."