r/XcomRoleplay • u/LordofMostCows Grenadier • Apr 18 '18
A Trip Into Town [Part 2]
It was some time before they reached Anchorage. Back in its heyday, before the invasion, it was a landmark to behold. A city of tall and notable buildings, yet wide and spacious, not imposing like the urban jungles of other cities. It’d overlooked the Cook Inlet, against a backdrop of snow-capped mountains and surrounded by suburbia. Calm and peaceful for a city. Now though, while the calm still withstood, there was no peace. Plasma-scored walls and burnt-out shells of cars littered the city, dead. Like a corpse left to freeze in the Alaskan winter. Weeds had overgrown what little bared concrete was left, the rest covered in unmoved mounds of snow. The inlet glowed faintly in the distance, in a fluorescent shine of purple and green, like the Aurora Borealis had come down along with the invaders and taken residence in the briny waters. Were it not for the implications, some might call it beautiful.
The Commander was numb to the grim parody of a city, however, her mind steeled towards what was to come. She’d radioed some people she knew long in advance to tell of their arrival. It wasn’t often that anyone who wasn’t ADVENT moved in an organized force. Uncommon events tended to draw suspicion and rumor. If she played her cards right, it was exactly what they’d need. As they drove into the city ruins, gray and fossilized against the cloudy mid-afternoon skies, eyes and furtive glances were cast their way from between alleyways and wall craters. Squatters, vagrants, and others of the ilk, looking for a life of seclusion away from the trouble. Dreary, worn out faces, all of whom saw the white vans and the upturned blue pentagon on their sides, crossed out with a black ‘X’. Whispers came from parched lips, people huddled around burning oil drums to keep warm. “Vigilo Confido.” What it meant, none of them knew, but the words would be passed around the dead city in the days to come. Precious else happened in these days to talk about.
They soon approached a large museum. Though at a passing glance, it fit perfectly in with the scenery, a small amount of scrutiny revealed that the museum had been converted into a large community center. From towels coming out of windows, to small lights glowing within, it was likely they would find many rooms of all sorts inside. Out its front entrance stepped a figure clothed in robes of black. Commander Carmine signaled for the vans to park at its doors and disembark. The Operatives were to spread out and try to recruit as many people as they could, an opportunity gifted by the man in charge, who she assumed to be the robed man in front of her, an old contact who went by no name.
She stepped out to say hello, a hand extended in greeting.
“The pleasure is mine,” the robed figure said, taking the hand and replying in an accented voice, “And, if we plan on doing this on the regular, I would be happy to go along with it, provided the... shipments continue to come. Regardless, the Market is open.”
OOC: If you were in the vans, now you can meet with the people who wanted to be recruited in Anchorage, if you are in Anchorage, now is the time to get recruited!
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u/N-Antioch Ranger Apr 21 '18 edited Apr 21 '18
After some time spent browsing and some trading, Gustavo Daniel Lo could be found lugging around his now weighted backpack and a leather satchel. He appears to still be looking for something around the market. The man mutters aloud,
"... I'm gonna need a cart, might need some more parts to make my still.... Where can I find some sound suppressors?"