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Post by Rojo on Sept 1, 2009 6:06:29 GMT -5
Yzek simply stares. His antanae are poking out from under a ridiculous and almost flat army helmet. Like the ones worn during World War 1. He feels incredibly stupid.
"Let's move, team!" Yells Lt. Chuck, hurrying down the small corridor that suddenly appeared as dirt and shrapnel fly overhead. THey appear to be in a trench.
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Post by Seven on Sept 1, 2009 20:56:49 GMT -5
"Move where?" the woman asks haughtily, but Devon, on the other hand, seems to forgotten himself entirely, and is quite convinced they are in WW3. He sprints down the corridor, ready to take action.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 2, 2009 0:19:03 GMT -5
Yzek looks at the girl, clicking in a monotonous pattern.
"It's not like we've anything else to do, is it?" the translator askes her. The alien proceeds to follow at a dawdling pace after the others.
Meanwhile, Chuck and Devon had reached a small room with a collection of filing cabinates and a small table spattered with maps and files and little pieces of paper with important numbers on them.
"Let's see..."
The maps seem to be moving.
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Post by Seven on Sept 2, 2009 20:36:31 GMT -5
The woman sighed softly. "Having lack of something better to do is still no excuse to do something idiotic..." she mumbled to herself, as the alien had already left. Nonetheless, she didn't want to be trapped in Chuck's fantasy world, so she followed as well.
"This is incredibly important!" Devon said in a very serious manner...save for the fact that he sounded like a really bad actor off a Mexican soap opera. "What shall we do, Lieutenant?"
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Post by Rojo on Sept 3, 2009 7:57:52 GMT -5
"They're slowly moving across the frontline...we're taking waves of them down but there's still too many of them..." the maps are moving like the paintings in the fictitious Harry Potter books. "We need to move west and man these turrets here," Chuck stabs at a part of the map with a thick finger. Two large grey dots represent the turrets. "Of course that means having to duck through some of the tunnels...which could be risky..."
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Post by Seven on Sept 5, 2009 22:25:30 GMT -5
The lady watched the maps with faint interest. Then, raising one hand languidly, she asked with raised eyebrow, "Sir, who are our enemies?"
Devon froze in his spot from hearing such an incredulous phrase. How could she not know! ...Yet...he could not admit to himself that deep down, for some reason, he didn't either.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 6, 2009 8:00:03 GMT -5
"Why, the alien scum of course, private! Come to steal away our resources and experiment on our people...damn aliens..." he takes a moment to close his eyes in rememberance of those who have died.
"How is this even possible? The earth was destroyed in a nuclear war..." Yzek pipes in, pointing out what some might consider something of a flaw in this setting.
"Don't be ridiculous, private...now, is everyone in favour of taking the tunnels?"
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Post by Seven on Sept 6, 2009 18:35:15 GMT -5
The Lady suddenly got a sadistic grin. "But Lietuenant! There's an alien in this room right this minute, see?"
Devon gasped, trying to spot the treacherous traitor.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 7, 2009 0:48:24 GMT -5
If it weren't for many months serving under various overweight human women who would flatten him in a second if he didn't fix the vending machine ingraining some kind of Isaac's 3 Laws-esque code into his brain then perhaps Yzek might have decided to twat this girl one.
"Oh ho ho!" Chuck says, rather than laughing "Private Yuzau- Yousee- Yuse-...Private Bob here," there was a twitch as the Isaac's 3 Laws-esque code had to restrain the alien once more "is a Correlatoid and is therefor-"
"Actually I'm a Para-" the translator began, following some clicking.
"THEREFOR," thundered Chuck in the same tone of voice as a spoilt child in a sweet shop who wants both flavours "he is a member of the Galactic Alliance!"
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Post by Seven on Sept 7, 2009 3:17:35 GMT -5
The lady blinks. "That's terribly convenient." She pauses. "Except..." she decides to mess with things further, "...I wasn't talking about him..."
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Post by Rojo on Sept 21, 2009 16:06:12 GMT -5
"HYAH!"
Chuck spins around, a cartoonish alien blaster suddenly in his hand as if it appeared from nowhere. He pulled the trigger and a bolt of green light shot from the end, melting a portion of the wall in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he turned back, saluting.
"Crisis averted!" He said robustly.
The real alien stares at the moronic weapon with extreme distaste.
"That's racist and stereotyping..." the translator explains after a couple of dishearted clicks.
Chuck laughs heartily, then turns away towards another door that suddenly appeared as if the comment hadn't been made.
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Post by Seven on Nov 14, 2009 19:31:00 GMT -5
The Lady continued to grin darkly, almost chuckling to herself. She was looking to stir up trouble. And madness. And she would. "Actually, I was referring to the spy in this room--a creature that is masquerading as a human, acting like a faithful soldier while secretly collecting date--" her voice began to crescendo as she sounded more and more passionate. "--this foul being who means to betray us all....YOU!!!" She suddenly turned, pointing to Devon, whose eyes widened.
"M,,,me!?" the nobleman exclaimed. "Nonsense! I am no such thing!!!" he quickly denied the assertion, waving his hands frantically while shaking his head.
"See! Now he's doing a strange alien code, trying to contact the others to give our position away!!!"
"No I'm not!" Devon said desperately.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 15, 2009 10:50:53 GMT -5
"AHA!" Yelled Sergeant Chuck, leaping on the oppurtinity to prove his manliness. He roughly shoved the crude childish weapon against Devon's pampered nose, squashing it slightly "thought you could sneak past ME, eh, alien scum?!" He roared, being completely gullible.
Yzek stared on, his faith in the human race dwindling as it always had been. He sighed, shaking his head. He clicked a few solitary times
"I can't be-" he was interuppted by a very angry-looking boy with a ridiculous amount of shaggy hair and glasses marching through the wall.
"WOAH WOAH WOAH," the boy began "you leave this thread alone, for what, months and suddenly decide to pick it up again?!" He asks the viewer with incredulity in his voice before shaking his head "you'll be the death of me one day, Seven, I tell ye this. . ." he gave a look to the occupants of the room who all stared, then glared at them "don't give me that look, you sorry lot!" And without another word he marched through the dirt wall of the dugout.
There was an awkward silence.
"Yes. . .well. . ." Chuck began, then suddenly went back to interogating Devon "ALRIGHT, MAGGOT, WHERE'VE YOU HIDDEN THE PLANS?!"
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Post by Seven on Nov 15, 2009 15:26:05 GMT -5
((*is torn between cracking up and feeling like a horrible, horrible person--which she is.*))
Seven, sitting behind her computer monitor, merely cackles viciously. "It'll be the end of him, he says?" she asks rhetorically. "Good good! That means my master plan to destroy this pesky hero is working!!! Mwhahahaha!!! Mwhahahahahaha!"
The lady and Devon looked around the room, highly confused.
"Did anyone else hear that fiendish laughter?" Devon asks. The Lady pauses, before pointing to him again.
"See! He's an alien! That voice was his master-commander! He made contact with them!"
"GAh! I told you, I'm not an alien!" Devon pleads, looking at Chuck. "I don't have plans! I'm a human! Don't you have some sort of human-identification test?" he exclaims. "I'll happily take it!"
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Post by Rojo on Nov 15, 2009 17:33:25 GMT -5
"A. . .human identification test?" Chuck said. Suddenly his pocket bulged slightly and there was a small 'fmab' as air which had once been empty now was occupied by a small device which had not existed four seconds ago. Chuck pulled it out and waved it around Devon like a metal detector. He put it away and sighed at not having an excuse to disintergrate someone. "Nope, he's human alright," he said, glaring at the lady.
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