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[GTX2GvO]

*Lounge Door opens*

Kugerfang: Oh. GTX!! Ehhm hi.. and ehh. BY!!

*Kugerfang runs out of the lounge*

GTX2GvO: Guess he got traumatized due to that ride..
Fortis: Nah.. I scared the hell out of him.. :amused:
GTX2GvO: Huh.. Who are.. Wait!! Don't I know you from somewhere??

Fortis: Saturn Station 5..
GTX2GvO: Ah.. yes.. You're that guy who wanted to know more about his heritage..
Fortis: I see you managed to get your Ship's AI up to Super Intelligent state...
GTX2GvO: Did you get that from what Kuger told you or did you got that from MY mind?? :notrust:

Fortis: Does that Matter? :wondering:
GTX2GvO: Actually.... Yes!
Fortis: Ehhm.. !!!! *Gulp* :confused: Judging by what your thinking now I better have to confess I Got that from your mind.
GTX2GvO: Then you also know what I'll do to you if I find you poking in my mind again.. :mad::mad:

Fortis: I see.. Won't happen again..
GTX2GvO: Fine! I'll probably see you on the next mission we have.
Fortis: Ehh.. I'm the mind reader here.. :worried:
GTX2GvO: Just came from a little chat with the Major. :amused:
Fortis: Oh. Right.. :notrust:

GTX2GvO: See ya on the next mission.. :amused:

*GTX2GvO Walks out of the lounge*

Fortis: I still don't get it on HOW he even manages to keep the location of his secret base a secret for me..
Fortis: I bet No-one knows it's Somewhere in the asteroid belt.. But where?
Fortis: Guess the only one who REALLY knows that location must be his ship..
Fortis: Damn..! If I could only read the mind of machines..

[AlumiuN]

*AlumiuN stands in 'bathroom'*

AlumiuN: Nice toilet. Bit roomy though. *echoes back* And I'm not sure what that suspicious looking vent labeled 'Biohazardous gas' must be for. I bet Tervez put it there to scare me. Oh well.

*zzzzzzip*
*Door opens about 50 metres away*
*THUMP*
*Door closes*

AlumiuN: Hmmm?

*turns around, sees dilapodated, phaser burned body*

AlumiuN: Gaaargh!

*zzzip*
*runs out the door, down the corridor and through the lounge*

AlumiuN: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Fortis: Let me guess.

*Tervez looks up from another spoon*

Tervez: Yep.
GTX2GvO: What's with him?
Tervez: You know how the weapons testing facility have nice bathrooms?
GTX2GvO: I see.

*AlumiuN runs back across lounge and straight into a carefully launched spoon*

AlumiuN: Aaaaaaaahhhhhh - ow!
Tervez: Got him again.

*AlumiuN sulks off*

*Random scientist walks in carrying a big, weird looking device*

Random: What the hell was that about?
Tervez: Go ask him. And find him a real callsign while you're at it.

*Scientist leaves. Tervez walks over, picks up spoon, and examines it carefully for a very long time*

Tervez: He can't really be made of metal. There's not a scratch on it.
GTX2GvO: You just keep on thinking that. *walks out shaking head slowly* This place is freakin' crazy.

[The Fifth Horseman]

Major Damage stared at the team. They might have succesfully captured their first alien craft, but the way they did it was a total disaster - nearly half of the troops will be confined to the medbay for a while.
He considered abandoning the assault on the remaining UFO, when a beep out of one of his uniform pockets interrupted his thoughts.

He quickly took out his omniphone to answer the call.
Phone: *unintelligible gibberish*
Mjr Damage: "Really?"
Phone: *more gibberish*
Mjr Damage: Excellent. Send them right in."
Phone: *gibberish*

Mjr Damage: You're lucky - our newest reinforcements have just arrived. I hope you'll manage the next UFO better than this one...

Three figures walk through the door into the briefing room.

The first one marches in at a brisk pace - obviously picked up in the military. What nobody was expecting is that the first soldier... is a woman.

She stops in front of Major Damage and throws a professional salute.
Arete: Recruit Arete, reporting in! Sir!

The Major nods.
Mjr Damage (to Arete): At ease, soldier.
Mjr Damage: Arete is your team's new heavy gunner. I'm sure you'll get along just fine...

Mjr Damage (to Arete): But I'd appreciate if you never again do what you did to your last commanding officer.
Arete (to Major): The slime deserved it, sir.
Mjr Damage (to Arete): I'm sure he did, but there are proper... procedures for this... sort of thing.
Mjr Damage (to Arete): If one of my men tries anything like that, just report it to me. I don't want any of them ending up... like that.
Arete (grinning innocently): Yes, Sir!
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The second recruit stands next to Arete.
AlumiuN: Recruit AlumiuN standing by, Sir.
Mjr Damage: Another Autocannon operator. May not look like much, but he's a decent guy.
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The third recruit is a bald-headed Hybrid.
Fortis: Recruit Fortis here. Just point me at whatever you want brain-dead.
Mjr Damage: Fortis was just transferred from Psi-Corps. They see him as some sort of wonder-boy there, apparently. Guess it's time to see how much all this vaunted psionic power will actually be of use in combat.
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Mjr Damage: As of now, you're going after the second UFO. And when I say "going", I mean "like the devil himself was after you". Got it?
Mjr Damage: Frag those aliens. Dismissed.

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Mission: Another UFO clearance

The area is pretty large.
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We split to cover both entrances to the craft.
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Capo storms in first and gasses the aliens.
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And then gasses them some more.
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We storm the upper level
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There is a shootout, Tervez is injured.
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More gas. Team Charlie (Arete, Fortis, Data) flanks the aliens and together all three teams mop up the surviving aliens.
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That's it for the mission.
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Remainder of the day passes out calmly, mostly because majority of the team is too messed up to do anything crazy.
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Around midnight, we receive a request from Sanctuary Clinic to check one of their buildings for a suspected infestation.

Location: Utopia Mansions (again)

The squad starts spread out. Team Alpha switches to Stun Grapples to capture any possible live specimens.
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First alien contact spotted by AlumiuN
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We close in, and Anthropods come out of hiding.
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Team Alpha gets both of them...
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...which concludes our mission.
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Here's the score.
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According to Eagle of Fire, who just reviewed the video logs of the alien incursion, the UFO which escaped hovered briefly over one of Megapol rescue stations. Who's going to bet a dollar it wasn't for sightseeing?

So off we go... again.

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Location: Rescue Three

The area we enter is the station's vehicle bay - pretty spacious, so clearing out the aliens shouldn't pose a problem.
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Team Alpha Secures the entrance to the central tower, while Team Bravo combs the ground floor for any aliens. They notice a Spitter on the tower, but leave it intact for the moment.
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Suddenly a series of energy bolts erupts from somewhere between the parked vehicles, missing the leading soldier by mere inches. Someone should tell that alien about the difference between bad and suicidally bad ideas. The lead soldier is Arete, and when someone messes with her she's all too eager to mess them up in return.
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Alpha terminates several advancing Spitters and Hyperworms.
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Bravo joins in. When the aliens stop coming, both teams move in to the tower and switch to stunners
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Just in time, because a blue chicken-like freak we've seen on our recent missions approaches from the top floor.
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We stun it, then Arete enters the control room and wipes out the aliens still remaining in there. This ends the mission.
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Score:
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The biotech guys thank us for the new specimens, but mumble something about lack of a live Spitter in the "freakshow" (as the base's alien containment unit is informally known).
I'm sure we'll be able to fulfill their wish soon - we've encountered plenty of these things!

Brainsucker research completes on 9:00.
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The other xenobiology team finishes their analysis of the Alien genetic structure two hours later.
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Things pass smoothly until 18:15, when we have... yes, ladies and gentlemen... A NEW UFO ALERT!

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Unfortunately, we only manage to down one of the UFOs - an unmanned scout. The other two outrun out vehicles and make it back through the Dimension Gates relatively unharmed. Sigh.

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We recover the Scout and prepare to make a round through all buildings the UFOs may have dropped aliens in. The Xenobiology wants us to find a live Spitter and an intact Hyperworm Egg, so this might be our chance to bag both critters.

[pieboblol]

*Meanwhile, in the medbay*

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

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

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

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

*Bob stares vaguely at the wall*

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

*TC walks in with some bandages around his waist*

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

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

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

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

Kugerfang: Don't remind me...

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

[Fortis]

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

Terves:…
Fortis:…

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

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

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

[TheChosen]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TC finishes his drink and throws the can away.

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

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

[GTX2GvO]

@pieboblol: You did very fine..

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

*@ the top of the stairs to the cellar*

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

*GTX2GvO Walks to the equipment bay*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GTX2GvO: Damn this is heavy..

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

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

[Fortis]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[AlumiuN]

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

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

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

[GTX2GvO]

*The medbay*

*! SLAM !*

GTX2GvO: There's the device. Happy now?
Doctor: ehhmm.. That's a crate..
GTX2GvO: And guess what's IN the crate.... :notrust:

*GTX2GvO kicks the crate making it fold open*

Doctor: Ehh how are we gonna use it?? :confused:
GTX2GvO: Don't tell me they didn't handled this device in med school..
Doctor: Well actually.. :worried:
GTX2GvO: Ohh. Dammit... :mad:

*After several hours of explaining*

GTX2GvO: And this is the way you grow someones limb back on..
Bob: Thanks man.. I can walk again.. :amused:
Doctor: What if I'd actually grow an arm where a leg should be??
GTX2GvO: !!!!!

*A few more hour later*

GTX2GvO: Understood?
Doctor: Guess so..
GTX2GvO: *sigh* Well that's 3254,85 credits.. 3000 for the renting and the rest is for explaining how this thing works..
Doctor: Sure... Wait up..

*The Doctor searches in his desk*

Doctor: Here it is.. 3000, 200, 50, uhhmm. 1, 2, 3, 4 and *shuffles* ,85 credits..
GTX2GvO: You Always have that much in there??
Doctor: Nahh.. The major warned me about your prices.. :amused:
GTX2GvO: Figures..

Bob: Dude. Your pocket is making noise..
GTX2GvO: Hmmm.. Must be my ship..
GTX2GvO: Yep. It's my ship.. Gotta go..


*in the equipment bay*

GTX2GvO: What ya want?
Ship: #There's a call for ya.#
GTX2GvO: Location ID?
Ship: #Webben Pirate Clan main base.#
GTX2GvO: Ohh.. Caller ID..?
Ship: #T.R. Antula.#
Ship: #Guess he wants to know what I did around his base.. :amused: #
GTX2GvO: Yeah.. Connect him..

T.R.: >Hé. G... What's up.. :amused: <
GTX2GvO: We both know why you are calling.. So you can cut the fun stuff.
T.R.: >Ok. Then what the Hell was your ship doing here recently. <
GTX2GvO: The usual.. :amused:
T.R.: >What have you against me now.. <

GTX2GvO: Details on your DNA... :amused:
T.R.: >No way!! Your lying!! <
GTX2GvO: Does the name Maximilian Damage says anything to ya...
T.R.: >How did you find HIM!!<
GTX2GvO: He's the X-Com major..

T.R.: >Damn.. :mad: So what do you want?<
GTX2GvO: Supplies for this base.. For FREE..
T.R.: And How am I gonna do that?
GTX2GvO: Well. For starters. Your dearest brother still thinks your a junior engineer @ Marsec..
GTX2GvO: So if you send the stuff under those pretenses, it will be all fine.

T.R.: >Fine.. Have it your way.. I'll see what my brother wants from me in those pretenses.<
GTX2GvO: Smart choice.. Well.. I have stuff to do. So we'll talk later..
T.R.: >Yeah. Whatever.. :notrust: <

Ship: #Connection has been closed..#
Ship: #So.. Whats that stuff you have to do?#
GTX2GvO: I'm hungry. So what do you think..
Ship: #Figures #