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Play With Your Buddies / Re: Anya's x-com LP
« on: March 05, 2010, 09:09:50 pm »
I had ordered for jet fighter cannons, "the best human kind has to offer". The phrase was starting to grate on my nerves. I ordered plenty of ammunition for the cannons as well as some more avalanche missiles and regrettably more soldiers.
The next morning I heard knocking on my door. I got up and rubbed my head, shaking the sleep out of my head as the banging continued. I opened my door a crack, a pasty skinned scientist was waiting outside. "What?" I sneered at the man.
"Sorry to bother you commander but we came up with something we thought you would like."
"If you don't tell me exactly what it is you got me up out of bed at 2am for in 10 seconds I will feed you your spleen." I glared at him groggily, not caring that he could see me in my night clothes.
He swallowed hard and stammered. "th-the med-kits you wanted are done, we have a prototype for you to see, please don't feed me my spleen please!
"Finally." I thought to myself. "Good work, I will be there in ten." I closed the door and rested my head against it. At least this should be promising. I quickly got dressed and made my way to the laboratories. Once I had arrived I found my team of scientists standing around a worktable with a light blue box with a green screen on it. The box was about the size of a laptop but twice as wide and thick.
"So this is the prototype?" I asked as I looked it over carefully.
"Yes commander." Replied one of the female scientists. "We were able to include an X-ray scanner into the design as well as eliminated the need for the device to be stationary by increasing the speed the images are taken." She stepped back and another scientist stepped forward.
"We designed a surgical tool kit that could quickly sterilize each tool multiple times. We also included a non-fibrous set of gloves that fit snugly to the field surgeon's skin that can be quickly re-sanitized." He stepped back. "They prepared this whole explanation didn't they?" I thought to myself as the next scientist stepped forward.
"The kit includes broad spectrum pain killers and stimulants. Each chemical is pre-loaded and can be quickly sterilized with a simple wrist motion allowing the same needle to be used on multiple patients without cross contamination." The third scientist stepped back and without missing a beat a fourth, shorter scientist lifted the prototype, turned it upside down with it's interior exposed and shook it violently. "And the best part is that it's all self contained. Nothing spills or falls out even if you throw it!" Which is exactly what he decided to do. The short bearded scientist threw the med-kit across the room towards a worktable, landing on it's steel corner. I walked over calmly to the med-kit and picked it up off the ground by the shoulder strap, examining it. The scientists watched in complete silence as I found only a scratch where the device had connected with the hard edge.
"This med-kit is of the highest quality craftsmanship." The scientists cheered in unison. "This will certainly be a benefit to our ground forces. Please forward the plans to our technicians and tell them to get started, I'll have the paper work there as soon as I get their estimates." I looked over each scientist with a smile on my face. "You have done an exemplary job and should all be proud of yourself. Now two things: First I want you men and women to start developing that laser technology you proposed to me on my arrival to this base."
"Secondly I want you to lend me this prototype for the day, I think our wounded soldier will appreciate seeing it." I moved quickly back to my personal quarters and began packing my portable command computer as I prepared for a long helicopter trip.
On the trip towards northern Florida I finished assessing the estimates the technicians had e-mailed to me. It would take them one day and 18 hours to produce each med-kit and it would cost a staggering $28,000 to produce. We needed these devices though and I would be damned before I would tell my soldiers they couldn't have them. I put forward the order to start producing them anyways.
I arrived at the Hospital from the roof and was escorted into the building by an X-Com operative who had been watching over Myroc. The med-kit slung over my shoulder. I Entered the room that Myroc was recovering in, I winced when I saw that the doctors had amputated his legs at the thighs. "Hello Myroc, I thought you could use some company." I said as I turned and locked the door quietly.
"Commander? What are you doing here?" He turned in his wheelchair to face me fully.
"Yes, may I pull up a seat?" I asked, putting my hand on the backrest of a nearby chair
"Of course commander. Did we kill those bastards who got me?" He looked ready to jump out of his chair, if only he could.
"Yes, there were no survivors. Though the price was high..." I trailed off, not wanting to get into details. "I came to cheer you up and then tell you more bad news."
"He chuckled meekly" What could be worse than the chair I'm sitting in?" He asked, annoyed.
"I'll start with the bad news then. Steve and Razorwire got it worse than you did. Thankfully they did not suffer. Their wounds killed them instantly." I lowered my eyes and waited for this to sink in.
"They died? DAMN IT! I... Those damn aliens... I'll kill them all! If... If only I still had my legs..." He looked up at me with frustration. "What do I do commander? What do I tell my little sister?"
"Tell her it was a training accident, like you were debriefed. Know that you will keep fighting to keep her safe. I also came here to offer you a position so that you could do just that." I toss a book on the table next to his bed, it read: "Heavy Weapon Platforms and You!". "I asked Mario to show you the ropes if and when you return to base. Assuming you still want to come back."
"Are you kidding? Set the bastard who shot me up in the firing range. I want to turn it into a pulp!" He shook his fist.
"That's the spirit soldier. Now that concludes business, how about I show you what the scientists have cooked up?" I Heft up the med-kit onto Myroc's bed. "This is the new med-kit, this here is a portable X-ray scanner." I point to the screen. "And inside..." I unlatch the side of the med-kit and open it up revealing the inside of the med-kit, once filled with state of the art tools, now refitted with a 6 pack of beer. "We have our moral boosters."
After about an hour of drinking Myroc seemed to be feeling a bit better. I told him I had to get back and that a helicopter would take him back to base once he was sufficiently recovered. I unlocked the door to the room and left. As I walked towards the elevator I passed a young woman who looked at me intently. I thought nothing of it and left for my waiting helicopter.
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I thought I'd never get that post done. this week has been very stressful with school, my roommates giving their 2 months notice, my bank balance dipping all the way to $76 (it got better
) and a ten year old girl committing suicide in my neighbor hood (close friend to the daughter of a friend of mine). this all with the stress of needing to have a job as soon as possible after I graduate is exhausting. but this weekend I don't have any plans so i "plan" on getting much more work done here. Thanks for sticking with me and my LP I promise I will get more high quality posts out (or if you hate my crappy writing, I promise I'll get closer to posting stat up's for survivors )
The next morning I heard knocking on my door. I got up and rubbed my head, shaking the sleep out of my head as the banging continued. I opened my door a crack, a pasty skinned scientist was waiting outside. "What?" I sneered at the man.
"Sorry to bother you commander but we came up with something we thought you would like."
"If you don't tell me exactly what it is you got me up out of bed at 2am for in 10 seconds I will feed you your spleen." I glared at him groggily, not caring that he could see me in my night clothes.
He swallowed hard and stammered. "th-the med-kits you wanted are done, we have a prototype for you to see, please don't feed me my spleen please!
"Finally." I thought to myself. "Good work, I will be there in ten." I closed the door and rested my head against it. At least this should be promising. I quickly got dressed and made my way to the laboratories. Once I had arrived I found my team of scientists standing around a worktable with a light blue box with a green screen on it. The box was about the size of a laptop but twice as wide and thick.
"So this is the prototype?" I asked as I looked it over carefully.
"Yes commander." Replied one of the female scientists. "We were able to include an X-ray scanner into the design as well as eliminated the need for the device to be stationary by increasing the speed the images are taken." She stepped back and another scientist stepped forward.
"We designed a surgical tool kit that could quickly sterilize each tool multiple times. We also included a non-fibrous set of gloves that fit snugly to the field surgeon's skin that can be quickly re-sanitized." He stepped back. "They prepared this whole explanation didn't they?" I thought to myself as the next scientist stepped forward.
"The kit includes broad spectrum pain killers and stimulants. Each chemical is pre-loaded and can be quickly sterilized with a simple wrist motion allowing the same needle to be used on multiple patients without cross contamination." The third scientist stepped back and without missing a beat a fourth, shorter scientist lifted the prototype, turned it upside down with it's interior exposed and shook it violently. "And the best part is that it's all self contained. Nothing spills or falls out even if you throw it!" Which is exactly what he decided to do. The short bearded scientist threw the med-kit across the room towards a worktable, landing on it's steel corner. I walked over calmly to the med-kit and picked it up off the ground by the shoulder strap, examining it. The scientists watched in complete silence as I found only a scratch where the device had connected with the hard edge.
"This med-kit is of the highest quality craftsmanship." The scientists cheered in unison. "This will certainly be a benefit to our ground forces. Please forward the plans to our technicians and tell them to get started, I'll have the paper work there as soon as I get their estimates." I looked over each scientist with a smile on my face. "You have done an exemplary job and should all be proud of yourself. Now two things: First I want you men and women to start developing that laser technology you proposed to me on my arrival to this base."
"Secondly I want you to lend me this prototype for the day, I think our wounded soldier will appreciate seeing it." I moved quickly back to my personal quarters and began packing my portable command computer as I prepared for a long helicopter trip.
On the trip towards northern Florida I finished assessing the estimates the technicians had e-mailed to me. It would take them one day and 18 hours to produce each med-kit and it would cost a staggering $28,000 to produce. We needed these devices though and I would be damned before I would tell my soldiers they couldn't have them. I put forward the order to start producing them anyways.
I arrived at the Hospital from the roof and was escorted into the building by an X-Com operative who had been watching over Myroc. The med-kit slung over my shoulder. I Entered the room that Myroc was recovering in, I winced when I saw that the doctors had amputated his legs at the thighs. "Hello Myroc, I thought you could use some company." I said as I turned and locked the door quietly.
"Commander? What are you doing here?" He turned in his wheelchair to face me fully.
"Yes, may I pull up a seat?" I asked, putting my hand on the backrest of a nearby chair
"Of course commander. Did we kill those bastards who got me?" He looked ready to jump out of his chair, if only he could.
"Yes, there were no survivors. Though the price was high..." I trailed off, not wanting to get into details. "I came to cheer you up and then tell you more bad news."
"He chuckled meekly" What could be worse than the chair I'm sitting in?" He asked, annoyed.
"I'll start with the bad news then. Steve and Razorwire got it worse than you did. Thankfully they did not suffer. Their wounds killed them instantly." I lowered my eyes and waited for this to sink in.
"They died? DAMN IT! I... Those damn aliens... I'll kill them all! If... If only I still had my legs..." He looked up at me with frustration. "What do I do commander? What do I tell my little sister?"
"Tell her it was a training accident, like you were debriefed. Know that you will keep fighting to keep her safe. I also came here to offer you a position so that you could do just that." I toss a book on the table next to his bed, it read: "Heavy Weapon Platforms and You!". "I asked Mario to show you the ropes if and when you return to base. Assuming you still want to come back."
"Are you kidding? Set the bastard who shot me up in the firing range. I want to turn it into a pulp!" He shook his fist.
"That's the spirit soldier. Now that concludes business, how about I show you what the scientists have cooked up?" I Heft up the med-kit onto Myroc's bed. "This is the new med-kit, this here is a portable X-ray scanner." I point to the screen. "And inside..." I unlatch the side of the med-kit and open it up revealing the inside of the med-kit, once filled with state of the art tools, now refitted with a 6 pack of beer. "We have our moral boosters."
After about an hour of drinking Myroc seemed to be feeling a bit better. I told him I had to get back and that a helicopter would take him back to base once he was sufficiently recovered. I unlocked the door to the room and left. As I walked towards the elevator I passed a young woman who looked at me intently. I thought nothing of it and left for my waiting helicopter.
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I thought I'd never get that post done. this week has been very stressful with school, my roommates giving their 2 months notice, my bank balance dipping all the way to $76 (it got better
) and a ten year old girl committing suicide in my neighbor hood (close friend to the daughter of a friend of mine). this all with the stress of needing to have a job as soon as possible after I graduate is exhausting. but this weekend I don't have any plans so i "plan" on getting much more work done here. Thanks for sticking with me and my LP I promise I will get more high quality posts out (or if you hate my crappy writing, I promise I'll get closer to posting stat up's for survivors )
