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[Itnetlolor]

Meanwhile, in the living quarters...

I think I'll check on the bay12 xcom story. What was the URL again? Oh, that's right... *click* *click* *click*

WHAT?!?!?! TWO DAYS SINCE THE LAST POST?!?!?! Get your act together people, and get back to RP!

Minions, get that camera rolling and set up some que cards. I want some RP now! Ready...set...ACTION!

: Who does this girl think she is? It's as if she thinks she runs the show.
: I know, she's acting like she's some rich spoiled brat whose a princess of the universe. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!

:Highlander theme music plays:

: What the hell was that?
: :Turns off stereo: Sorry, I couldn't resist. Anyhow, I figured that having at least 2 of you brats ought to give the Earth a fighting chance (seeing as you were out for a good while last time), provided you don't tear it apart in your little catfight. It took me several days to build this half-baked world, so don't you break it, or let these bastards crap up my lawn.
: He does have a point. It would be in everyone's best interest if you two can get along.

[ragnarok97071]

: *Walks in from the hanger* Alright... so did anything happen while I was working on the Lagann-Tank? <_< Repairs are hard without a mechanic that knows how he works to fix them.

[The Scout]

:Bah, you're all... little girls... dear god, half my team are little girls.... and little kids.... and mutant freaks. THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE... man. Yeah, that'll work. *grabs a bottle of beer and drinks himself to sleep*

[Jacob/Lee]

: Crazy drunk. Who the hell lets this guy even step FOOT in the base?

[LordBucket]

: She's acting like she's some rich spoiled brat whose a princess of the universe. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!

: WHAT?!?!?! Just who do you think you....

: It would be in everyone's best interest if you two can get along.

I agree, Cube. Why don't you come a little closer, Lizzie dear? I might not be a dragon but I'm sure I have some gold for you.

[Itnetlolor]

: It would be in everyone's best interest if you two can get along.

I agree, Cube. Why don't you come a little closer, Lizzie dear? I might not be a dragon but I'm sure I have some gold for you.

: No way. I know that look. I've... had an incident happen to me that I don't want to mention. In short, no way. Plus, you seem draconic enough as-is anyway. What're you going to do? Let me get closer so you can "sample" me when I least expect it? Had another experience where that happened as well.

: I'll be in my bunk.

[Archangel]

*John and Pious walk into the barracks.*

: Actually, I don't think I can stand to be near any of these nutbags. Anyone wants me, I'll be at the rifle range.

: OK. I'm gonna be on my bunk.

*John walks back out. Pious grabs a bottle of vodka and drops onto his bed.*

[The Scout]

: While I'm not drunk, I do have to question letting children in. And non-humans. Sending little children to fight those big bad aliens doesn't seem right. *grabs a bottle of whiskey* If any of you little runts get shot out there, it's your own bloody fault for volunteering.

[Sirus]

Posting to watch, because I couldn't get past the first page without breaking a rib giggling 

I'll probably join in once I catch up.

Add me please!


Name: Shas'la Sa'cea Kais, or Shas'la for short.
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapons: Rifles of any kind, and whatever stun/defensive grenades exist.
Bio: This fire warrior, originally assigned to defend against the Damocles Crusade, was trapped in a warp storm that spit his ship out in the Sol system, nearly 38,000 years before his time. Thanks to the reality-warping activities of the sectoids and their masters, the Tau Empire now has an unprecedented opportunity to observe the gue'la at a very early stage. Shas'la must now fight the invaders alongside the humans for the Greater Good.

[UltraValican]

Hey drunk dood, I was a man ........

[Jacob/Lee]

: ...I'm going to my bunk. *grabs book and combat knife then walks off*

[The Scout]

: You're all a bunch'a pansies. Me old squad would put ye all to shame. I miss the lads.... *Takes swig of whiskey*

[Jacob/Lee]

: *randomly shows up again* Did your old squad die from fatal cases of alcohol induced friendly fire?

[The Scout]

:No you bloody green idiot. I've never had a friendly fire incident.
(Do I still have my rocket launcher?)

[Jacob/Lee]

: Mhmm, sure... I don't want to sit here and be called an idiot by a drunkard. *walks off again*