OTR: The heck did this come from. Didn't know Aliens were so ugly

Dylan Sommers

A loud blast jolted Dylan forward.

"What, who!?" he gasped frantically, "What the hell was that!?"

He saw a burly guy and a slender woman aiming their empty RPG's at a pool of a liquid with a slimy consistency. The same slime was dripping from the wall and ceiling. By the looks of it, an alien just got into the ship.

"Damn it! Why the hell did you two shoot an RPG in a plane?!" Dylan yelled while making stiff expressions with his hands, "What the hell do you want to do? Blow us all up before the mission starts, huh!?"

He could observe a couple of members giggling at his overreaction. He clenched his teeth and growled.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Dylan raised his voice again so everyone could hear him, "I'm dealing with amateurs here!"

He returned to his same sleeping position, but he was still pretty jacked up. He stood up angrily and stormed out of the room.

"Screw this. I can't even get some beauty sleep here. This is the last straw. 'Hey, wanna shoot a missile in a plane?' 'Jeez Louise, sure I do'. No sense of self-preservation. Damn it all..."

There were still some giggles from a couple of his teammates as his rambling diminished in volume as he disappeared on a dark hallway.

Off the record: Is it okay to say the "F-word" at least once in a post? I wouldn't litter the word in a post unnecessarily, but I still ask so I don't get in trouble later for not knowing.

Chris, seeing that his teammates were wondering why they shot at their thing, said "Jill and I used to work for this organization known as Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. We killed things like those."

Seeing that they were still giggling, Chris said to Jill "Come, on. Let's go back to the kitchen. We didn't finish eating yet."

OTR: Fuck yes. I mean, why the fucking fuck would you would fucking not be able to say fuck. Fuck this.

Heh, wouldn't be the first time I've read "Fuck me" in the forums :P

OTR: Duly noted. I'll still make sure not to overuse it.

Jill frowned. "We haven't met any of our teammates yet", she said.

Jill saw the cripple that reminded her of Steven Hawking, the Taylor Lautner lookalike, and the girl reading the Bible. She wondered where the other 5 were.

"We should introduce ourselves to one of them." she said. "Who do you want to know first?

"Yeah, well, I do what I can. From what I've heard, it seems like stealth wont be much of an option," Simon replied, just as an explosion rung out through the ship....from inside the ship. "I'm going to go make sure they don't get us all killed. This is not how I plan to die." With those words, Simon leapt upwards, pulling himself into what seemed to be some sort of maintenance shaft leading through the aircraft. He knew Max could still see him with that thermal visor of his, but for now, he just wanted to be somewhere quiet again. "I may need to do something about that visor," he thought to himself, without a plan in mind.

Crawling through the maintenance shaft, he made his way over to the rest of his "team"...yeah, this mission was going to get messy.

                                                                    Geronimo

Stepping out of the shitter.. Geronimo looks around the room and assesses all the new compadres on deck.  This is the "team"?

It was already bad enough that the enchilada with the "make you cry" hot sauce he had the night before was frying his ass behind the bathroom door, but all these commotions, cussing, and doodoo stank from his release was getting the best of him at the moment. 

With one shot into the helicopter hull with one of his 44 mag revolver that he calls, Chuck Norris, Geronimo spoke loudly with a rough throaty grunt (one you'd associate with a man who has probably smoked one too many cigarettes in his lifetime)..  "Shut the fuck up.. all of ya!!  Damn.. one Snorlax and all yall panties in a bunch?  Shootin' rockets and shit!  Damn noobs!"  Then noticing Jill, Nina, and Katya, his voice softened and a sly grin appeared on his face "by the way.. I'm Geronimo.. and speaking of panties, I'd sure like to see what colors you'se is wearin.." 

Nina Ek

It was the sum of Nina's fears. Not that the mission would be dangerous, but that T.E.C.H. had clearly lost its mind to assemble such an unstable crew.  Firing weapons inside the cabin while they wear this high up?  Suicidal or foolish, either way would end up with them all dead.  While Nina would have been perfectly content with a nice quiet trip she felt compelled to address Lt. Tear. She stood up and made her way up close to keep the conversation as private as possible.

"I hope you knoew what you're doing getting this group together for this mission. Too many loose cannons for my liking, if we're to be successful discipline is paramount. We need everything in order or Venezuela is just going to be a slaughter."

Lt. Tear did not speak, but Nina could sense her emotions of mild annoyance and frustration at being questioned and the chaos that was threatening to ruin th emission befor eit began.

"I can be the good soldier, but I am not stupid and I won't casually disregard my well being due to the wrecklessness of others.  The mission will succeed, but I highly doubt all of..." Nina waved her hand to describe everyone else "...this will make it back.  I will survive. I won't make promises for others".

A cool silence fell between them, but Nina was not going to sit back down until she got a response from Lt. Tear.

                                                                 Geronimo

Geronimo continued to question whether it was a mistake to join this "team". His past experience told him, it's only a matter of time before they would all die and he would start out exactly like how they found him.. alone. It wasn't that he expected they will all die. He knows it. That's why he works better by himself. He was a lone wolf.. all this extra commotion from the others rubbed him wrong.. yet, maybe.. just maybe, this group could be different? nah.. nothing ever changes. Especially for Geronimo.. thus the reason after 3 tours and various black ops missions, he's so accustomed to cheap liquor and fast girls. nothing lasts.. nothing good anyways. "Fuck it", he thought to himself.. "I'll ride this out.. but if any one of them fucks this up for me..", he pulls out Chuck Norris and spins the chamber, "I'll kill them myself."
He closes his eyes while the others talk among themselves.. he mutters loud enough for his ears to hear only "let's get this over with".. and goes to sleep.