"My imagination?" Jill said angrily. "Don't you think I know the difference between my imagination and what I actually see?"

Immediately, Jill suddenly had flashbacks of things she did while under Weskers control. She screamed.

Chris saw Jill convulsing on the ground and immediately dropped the alien. He checked her pulse and cried "Medic!"

"Well, I never believed about encountering aliens this early. I tho--"

Dylan was interrupted by Jill's scream. Dumbfounded, he looked at her, convulsing in the ground like if she was a strange being.

"Jill... that girl has a bad past." Dylan thought, "Either that or she's an alien." This last thought made him laugh, but he had to hold it back. Her boyfriend looked tough, and his face was too pretty to be bruised.

"Wish we could analyze this piece of crap here." He looked back at the dead alien on the ground and prodded him with the stunt rod.

OTR: I have a lot of reading to do, but Uni keeps getting in the way. I'll try to be with you guys as soon as possible.

OTR: Can anyone contact HylianSwordsman? He's the medic, right?

Max Irving:

Max stood up. His head still hurt, and now his face did too from where Deadpool had smacked him.

"Pretend I'm in a field of flowers with friends and loved ones? My friends and loved ones are all dead. That stupid little fucker. I told him I didn't need it! Wade, I swear to God when I get my hands on you..." Max said aloud, tossing the flower aside, not caring what people thought. Perhaps it was an aftereffect of the flashback, but he was enraged.

<No Max, you've got to stay calm.> He thought. He breathed deeply and meditated for a few seconds to calm himself. He was still in a foul mood, but had regained control of his emotions. Scanning the area, he looked around to see how the blood serum had affected others. Everyone was mostly healed, except for the Russian girl. Strange...

<Oh no...> He thought as he saw Jill. It seemed to still be having an effect on her. He heard the cry for a medic and knew it was probably up to him. This was no first aid issue. After a brief examination, he confirmed the convulsions were psychogenic in nature. This was almost certainly tied to the effects of Wade's blood serum.

<Dammit Wade...>

Turning to Chris, he said "Don't worry, she'll be fine. I need you to stay with her. Don't try to restrict her movements, don't give her any medication or put anything in her mouth, and stay calm. Speak calmly to her and reassure her. It'll be over in a few minutes. You might want to place something soft under her head to make it more comfortable and safe for her. Just stay with her, stay calm, and help her stay calm, and it won't last long."

Max stood up and entrusted Jill in Chris' care. He noticed two new troops had joined them, one of which was merely a child. <Good God, first a cripple, now a child? Have they no conscience? Surely these two could be of help in a safer setting?>

He walked up to Lt. Tear, who seemed quite stressed by the situation. "Is this everyone, Lieutenant? Where do we go from here? And more importantly, what are we up against? Is it just aliens, or are we dealing with the Venezuelan government? Or perhaps the aliens have infiltrated the government? What's going on? I still don't completely understand the mission."

OTR: So is that dead alien real? Can we have a confirmation from you, Wright? And perhaps a proper description of the alien? And is what spurge is saying true? Are we under attack?

Dylan Sommers

Things calmed down as Jill was treated by a guy he hadn't seen much. "Mmm... Max, was it? Iunno." Still crouched in front of the creature, he resumed to prod it with the stunt rod, looking to see if something slimy came out of its orifice that resembled a mouth. Its appearance was hideous, he couldn't come up for words to describe the appearance of that thing. Closest thing he could come up with was a blobfish. With all the prodding and an increasing boredom, he came up with an idea. A smile was drawn on his face as he grabbed the other stunt rod. If anyone could see him, they'd see the blue stripes from the suit slowly switching to a purple-red. The tips of the rods started to crackle huge amounts of electricity. He then placed the tips on the dead alien, like if he was going to defibrilate him with his own energy. It's skin began to burn. He didn't care if his teammates were looking or not. His suit's stripes were pulsing red. The light the electricity made was reflected on Dylan's face. That, and his malicious smile, made him look like a crazed mad scientist.

"500, charge!" Dylan yelled, as the stripes turned into a vivid red, "CLEAR!"

A small explosion spread chunks of alien skin, slime and offal all over the place, also blasting Dylan backwards two or three feet. He was lying on the floor with his arms extended to the sides. His suit was pretty much stained with slime; nothing some water can solve. He was laughing with his eyes closed, definitely enjoying himself. 

OTR: If there is no update I want to make sure it is known I won't be on here for two weeks. Celebrating my honeymoon with Augen in Hawaii so won't have much access to the internet.

OTR: Tagging. What is this? DBZ!?

Nina Ek

In the calm of the Venezuelan jungle Nina suddenly felt her hair standing on end and the crackle of electricity. Her mind raced and in a flash where once was Nina Ek stood nothing but empty space. Lt. Tear stood gobsmacked at the event thinking "Where had that bitch gone?"

Nina gasped as she fell hitting...sand? She tried to get her surroundings. She was on a beach, someplace tropical, with the palm slowly swaying in the breeze. She stood up. Heck of a day from the mission, to the crash, the injection and now transported somewhere far away. She needed to sit down for a bit.

It was evening and as dusk came the stars came into clear view. She used the stars to map her location as she had to do so often on her own. She had been sent far west, an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean! She had no means of travel and her pack of supplies would have food for a couple days. Fortunately she also had the first aid bag, although she felt a bit bad for her comrades who would have to go without it now.

She stayed on the shore, letting the waves lull her to sleep. Tomorrow she would begin scavenger and surviving, as she had for so long.

OTR: Unless I can make it back just assume next two weeks I am in this limbo state so won't mess up the mission.