There's probably going to be a lot of dead soldiers, but UNXIPU/XCOM could expand too, and if taken to realistic proportion, expansion probably means another platoon or even company.
Enjoy the show :D
EDIT: Also, perhaps my last announcement was buried too quickly, but I need all of you to give me your email addresses so that I could invite all of you to the collab google doc. It's good for collabs (of course), as well as real time communication, drafting and planning.
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Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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1950, 19 December 2020, Northern Libya
Over the Libyan deserts, a single, lonely military Chinook transport flew over sand and death, the UN flag painted on its side. The steady beating of its rotorblades was loud, but oddly soothing to some of the occupants within, consisting of about 20 individuals - Mostly soldiers, but some were clearly civilians. From an airport in southern Libya and bound for an undisclosed UN base on the coast of the country, the Chinook ride was several hours long, and some of the passengers had either fallen asleep or nodding off.
In one corner, several well-to-do Chinese nationals, scientists from the looks of it based on their clean and learnt-looking bearings, were having a lively discussion. If one were to listen closely with an advance understanding of the language, one would find out that they were having an intellectual debate on the likelihood and nature of alien contact, as well as other hot topics in theoretical xenobiology. In another corner, a pair of Singaporean soldiers, one male and one female, both without rank patches on their chest and looked like they had just left high school, were having a friendly conversation in their own country version of English, talking about missing Durians and other kinds of local cuisines. They looked extremely close, and shared some resemblence. Their nametags gave them away. Both were surnamed Chew. Some were neither sleeping nor chatting. Those were the loners; single representatives of their respective countries. In another corner (delineated along socio-political lines rather than the boxy boundaries of the passenger compartment) was a stoic Gurkha from Nepal, and in another was a Libyan soldier serving the UN in his own country, lost in his own thoughts. An Indian soldier was having a staring contest with his Pakistani and Bangladeshi counterparts.
The UNXIPU, or the United Nations Extraterrestrial Investigation and Policing Unit, had just started up to the mockery and chagrin of the world, and it was only with superior media coverage that the world was distracted enough not to throw stones or rotten eggs at the movement. Most, if not everyone, from professional political analysts down to the layperson and even some members of UNXIPU, expected the organisation/mission/what-have-you to fall apart in the matter of months. Even the Chinese scientists in the Chinooks had gotten around to that topic before - joking that UNXIPU was a holiday getaway, someplace to have some fun discussing about alien life and contact scenarios. Increase in UFO activity or not - that was how it was. Most experts would put the increased reports down to how the world is increasingly becoming interconnected, allowing trends and memes to spike unimpeded, causing mass hysteria on an unprecedented scale that was only fortunate not to be destructive. There were numerous explanations. It didn't have to be mass hysteria. Some of the more positive detractors had it down to an increased population with increasing literacy rates and the resultant eyes on the sky. With the proliferation of communication networks thrown into the mix, the result was increased UFO activities.
"This is the pilot speaking. Approaching Uniform November Bravo. ETA 10 minutes." A voice that sounded British spoke calmly into the headphones worn by the passengers. "Hang on tightly to your bladders, sirs and maams." The voice finished with a twist ending that was quite a departure from how the service announcement began.
Over the Libyan deserts, a single, lonely military Chinook transport flew over sand and death, the UN flag painted on its side. The steady beating of its rotorblades was loud, but oddly soothing to some of the occupants within, consisting of about 20 individuals - Mostly soldiers, but some were clearly civilians. From an airport in southern Libya and bound for an undisclosed UN base on the coast of the country, the Chinook ride was several hours long, and some of the passengers had either fallen asleep or nodding off.
In one corner, several well-to-do Chinese nationals, scientists from the looks of it based on their clean and learnt-looking bearings, were having a lively discussion. If one were to listen closely with an advance understanding of the language, one would find out that they were having an intellectual debate on the likelihood and nature of alien contact, as well as other hot topics in theoretical xenobiology. In another corner, a pair of Singaporean soldiers, one male and one female, both without rank patches on their chest and looked like they had just left high school, were having a friendly conversation in their own country version of English, talking about missing Durians and other kinds of local cuisines. They looked extremely close, and shared some resemblence. Their nametags gave them away. Both were surnamed Chew. Some were neither sleeping nor chatting. Those were the loners; single representatives of their respective countries. In another corner (delineated along socio-political lines rather than the boxy boundaries of the passenger compartment) was a stoic Gurkha from Nepal, and in another was a Libyan soldier serving the UN in his own country, lost in his own thoughts. An Indian soldier was having a staring contest with his Pakistani and Bangladeshi counterparts.
The UNXIPU, or the United Nations Extraterrestrial Investigation and Policing Unit, had just started up to the mockery and chagrin of the world, and it was only with superior media coverage that the world was distracted enough not to throw stones or rotten eggs at the movement. Most, if not everyone, from professional political analysts down to the layperson and even some members of UNXIPU, expected the organisation/mission/what-have-you to fall apart in the matter of months. Even the Chinese scientists in the Chinooks had gotten around to that topic before - joking that UNXIPU was a holiday getaway, someplace to have some fun discussing about alien life and contact scenarios. Increase in UFO activity or not - that was how it was. Most experts would put the increased reports down to how the world is increasingly becoming interconnected, allowing trends and memes to spike unimpeded, causing mass hysteria on an unprecedented scale that was only fortunate not to be destructive. There were numerous explanations. It didn't have to be mass hysteria. Some of the more positive detractors had it down to an increased population with increasing literacy rates and the resultant eyes on the sky. With the proliferation of communication networks thrown into the mix, the result was increased UFO activities.
"This is the pilot speaking. Approaching Uniform November Bravo. ETA 10 minutes." A voice that sounded British spoke calmly into the headphones worn by the passengers. "Hang on tightly to your bladders, sirs and maams." The voice finished with a twist ending that was quite a departure from how the service announcement began.
Tell you guys what, there won't be many NPCs from the US. I'll just put it down to the US sending most of the assets she's willing to shell out at one go.
RPCWhite, your character sheet isn't much different from the last time. Had that Marty Stu feeling and slightly undercooked. But you know what? It's not inconceivable that such relatively perfect people exist in UNXIPU, considering that UNXIPU is requesting the best of the best (though it's not getting it half the time). I'm still expecting character development though.
Your character is accepted. Will write post soon.
RPCWhite, your character sheet isn't much different from the last time. Had that Marty Stu feeling and slightly undercooked. But you know what? It's not inconceivable that such relatively perfect people exist in UNXIPU, considering that UNXIPU is requesting the best of the best (though it's not getting it half the time). I'm still expecting character development though.
Your character is accepted. Will write post soon.
I'd like to repeat. I need everyone's email so that I could send you guys the invitation to the google doc. It is important for collabs, and it would be ideal if we get this out of the way soon - I mean, it's an extremely useful feature.
Anyway, a post will soon be coming up anywhere between a few hours later to maybe 6-8.
Anyway, a post will soon be coming up anywhere between a few hours later to maybe 6-8.
Scribbles: Alright. His past brush with conspiracies and earlier alien contact would come in handy. I just so happen to have done a lot of research in all that, so I know how it's going to be like. Your character'd have plenty of things to do, as I plan to incorporate real-world conspiracies and purported alien contact incidents into the storyline, though they'd more likely be reimagined to fit XCOM.
Your character's destiny will become clearer as the RP moves on :)
Derpestein: Alright, see you somewhere in the middle of the RP! :D
Your character's destiny will become clearer as the RP moves on :)
Derpestein: Alright, see you somewhere in the middle of the RP! :D
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Hi, I'm here. I sure hope the google doc isn't permanently gone, because I created a new post to continue from the last one.
Alright. I'll be starting very, very soon. But first!
I've created a google doc for collabing, which I envision would be very useful in an RP like this. I need to invite you guys in, and to do that I'll need all your email addresses. Please PM them to me so that I could get you guys in.
I'll be working on a post tomorrow as promised, so RPCWhite and Derpestein, you still got some time.
I've created a google doc for collabing, which I envision would be very useful in an RP like this. I need to invite you guys in, and to do that I'll need all your email addresses. Please PM them to me so that I could get you guys in.
I'll be working on a post tomorrow as promised, so RPCWhite and Derpestein, you still got some time.
Not the talkative type, are you? Nice CS, considering that it just came out of the blue. But I've got a few questions though before accepting it. From my understanding, he's currently a non-combatant officer, am I right? He doesn't seem to have any rank even after getting out of that prison. Furthermore, what kind of role do you hope that Jonathan would be given? No promises that I'll deliver what you want though, because it's not up to me, but it's up to the characters of the story. :D
RPCWhite: Noted.
RPCWhite: Noted.
Right, you too. And I think that writer's block thing refers to you. Yeah. Anyway, thanks for sounding out. Now I guess it's just RPCWhite.
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