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Drachen's words had provided additional assurance that they'd be able to get along just fine. Words without actions to back them up are simply hollow and meaningless. She followed his gaze to their corporal, who instead of speaking right away moved to the holotable. Helene sat up straight, her hands resting on her thighs as her fingertips pressed lightly down. Her expression was blank but her eyes stared at Damian with suspicion. A pit began to form in the middle of her chest as he began.

Two short summaries of her comrades followed by a brief pause. She gritted her teeth as she felt uneasy which was quickly validated as the corporal spoke. The muscles in her shoulders tensed as she strained to remain silent amongst his mocking remarks like he had any idea what her ideals or beliefs were. Pressure continued to build between her teeth because, unwilling to admit it, some of it was at least partially true. Helene's right foot slid back against the hard concrete, making a slight twitch forward as he called her an idiot to her face. Luckily, she knew how to restrain herself. It wasn't a good look for the military to have psionics flying off the handle. However, the moment he mentioned Blackwell's name and the squad her anger with him was put on standby. Helene sat back as the video played with a furrowed brow.

Nothing that happened during the video appeared to resonate with Helene as she sat there with a coldness in her eyes. However, she never once turned away from what was happening on the screen. Helene continued to stare at where the video had been playing even after the corporal had removed the usb. It was until he spoke her name that she finally deemed it necessary to look up at him. The Blackwells were close family friends of her family's as her grandfather had served under and alongside Colonel James for the majority of the war. Helene was once good friends with Ria, but that all changed shortly before they went to the Academy. They hadn't talked for a few years when this incident occurred, though she never knew the exact details about her case.

Helene couldn't hide her disdain for the corporal as she sat there and quietly mouthed various procedures from her military code. It was all she could to refrain from a outburst. Then there was Devries, who was grinning like a fool next to her. Did Devries enjoy the corporal going off on her? It was enough to make her blood boil just as much. Helene quickly picked up her duffle bag and wasted no time in heading towards the spacecraft "Understood, Sir." She simply said, not deigning to the give the corporal another look as she walked past. At the present, she wouldn't mind if he ended up getting pull off by some bug.
@Lunamaria Hawke

I apologize for the confusion. It was just something Helene's grandfather was saying that she was remembering at he moment.


She could tell she was going to get along very well with the man named Drachen. A hint of acknowledgement, a note of respect sparkled in her violet eyes when she looked at him. It was nothing he said but the attitude in which he carried himself that she found interesting, though his faint German accent sparked a bit of extra camaraderie. However, the question he asked wasn't something that mattered much to her. Her grandfather never cared about how many there were, just that he had to keep fighting for Humanity's future. Now it was her turn to help forge Humanity's destiny among the stars!

The other member of their trio was a woman named Marcia and well...she looked at her a bit stunned for a moment as she asked her questions. That soft, gentle look in her eyes to the way she spoke did not convey the mannerism of someone she expected to see in XCOM "Sure, we put our lives on the line every mission but most dangerous of all...we risked our humanity to defeat them." The words echoed in the back of her mind of a hesitant and sorrowful voice. Helene looked at Marcia warily, but would hold judgement until they got into combat.

Helene leaned forward in her seat, focused solely on the image on the table her mouth slightly open. Old configurations of alien bases were often used to help teach and instruct new recruits, but this was the first time she had seen something like this. The fact they were in charge of assaulting this place in actual mission and not some mock battle made it almost surreal. She became engrossed in its design, trying to commit it to memory when the corporal interrupted and drew her attention away. So the real plan was for the others to take care of the fortifications while they slip in to neutralize any high value targets. Her fingers curled against the fabric of her uniform, tugging at its edges. She couldn't wait to get started.

Attention was shifted back to the display that now showed their vessel. Helene didn't react to the news of their special accommodations as it still felt like a dream. That was until their new captain approached them with their new patches. Helene reached out and took her patch with both hands as if dropping it would cause it to shatter. The overflowing happiness that was almost enough to break her decorum was halted by the words of the captain, so much that a chill raced down her spine "Do not worry about us, Sir! We shall not let that happen!" A crisp, quick salute was accompanied by a fierce look in her eye. The day she had imagined so many times as little girl was here. As her eyes drifted down to the patch, the fingers on her right hand smoothed over the patch to confirm its authenticity. She couldn't wait to send a message back home.

Helene was so lost in thought that she barely heard what the captain said, looking up just as he was already in the process of leaving. Was she sure she heard that right? 'Get to know each other'?Helene looked around still holding the patch closely, her face tense and her eyes unsure. As Damian spoke, she couldn't help but think this wasn't how she expected her career in XCOM to begin. Why waste time playing 20 questions? She just wanted to get things started already. That didn't stop Marcia from grabbing Helene's attention. Probably much to her dismay, her quick onslaught of information had give Helene the exact impression of an airhead. She didn't know taking out this so-called boss in 5 minutes was impressive but she made it sound like some grand achievement. Somehow, this sweet woman was recruited into XCOM and she was going to find out why.

"That is certainly an...interesting list of hobbies. Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Devries."

Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? These questions all revolved around her least favorite topic "I was born back on Earth. Cologne, Germany." Helene crossed her arms, looking at the rest of the group but not directly "I certaintly dislike talkin about myself, but if it is the captain's orders. I like to hike and camp while watching the stars. There's some places on Earth you can't tell a war ever happened." Helene looked down looking unsatisfied with her own answer, then looked back up "I can't stand people who are all bark and no bite." The pressure between her teeth was enough to snap a tree log. Her brow furrowed as she finished, looking annoyed. With a mission like theirs, she would rather be making preparations than play nice.




Weisser's Combat Log, "Shipping Off"
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"My PSO(psychic support officer) insisted that I start a journal before I ship off on my first deployment off this rock. I mean, I didn't even have a diary as a little girl. Too busy listening to pap's stories instead I guess. My hands are shaking as I write this. Not sure if its nerves or excitement. Probably both. Nearly shocked Rodriguez in the shower when I heard the news. XCOM wanted me for some new initiative! Best of the best! I got a gift from home, from pap actually. Don't know how he knew, but he did. An old ballistic pistol from just before the invasion. Said it was a 'good luck charm'. Not sure if I deserve to carry it. I'll try my best. Should probably try to sleep. Gonna be a long day tomorrow. Can't wait!"

Hartford Military Base
New Star, Mars Colony
1100 hrs Local Time



Hartford. It never stopped to amaze her or fill her with a strong sense of pride at its image painted against the harsh, red sands of Mars. New Star might be the promise of a place among the stars for Humanity, but it was Hartford that made that promise a reality. The will not only to settle new worlds, but the power to protect them from hostile invaders. Helene took uniform yet brisk steps as she followed behind the MEC, dressed in her most pristine and tailored uniform that bore the insignia of her psi-ops program on the right shoulder. Technicians and soldiers stared at them as the three passed by. Helene never once gave them a second glance. Her left hand reached for her shoulder and she gently rubbed it, fingers tracing the stitch-work of the insignia. Her other hand held the synthetic-fiber duffel bag that contained her combat gear.

Her muscles tensed up as they entered the hangar, eyes immediately focusing on the two individuals that appeared to be waiting there though her attention was redirected to the older man in the room. A soft sigh was released as he spoke with authority, glancing over to the younger man that he indicated. Helene remained standing while Corporal Renser introduced himself, hands behind her back with her right thumb pressing against the palm of her left. Once he had finished, she picked up her duffel bag and sat in the farthest seat from his setting the bag at her feat. Helene eagerly looked back at the older man, now introduced as Captain Gardner. A soldier who looked like he'd seen quite a bit of action. She sat up straight, hands smoothing out her uniform, as she continued to listen with full attention.

Helene kept still as a statue except for the slight movement at the edges of her lips that was stubbornly beyond her control. It was an honor, no, a privilege to be given such an important role in what could be a monumental offensive. This was her chance to continue the legacy of the respected Weisser name. Each member of her family dedicated their lives to serving and protecting Humanity. There was no way she could ever return home if she failed. After the captain had finished, Helene left her seat in one fluid motion and stared at him with determination "Only one, sir. When do we set off?"
@Zarkun Here you go! Sorry for the wait.



Basic CS from a while ago, will adjust for this RP when its time.
Awesome. I've done a couple XCOM RPs and been in another, so I have a character more or less ready.
I'll put my interest in as someone who loves XCOM. Question, could my character be a PSI-user?
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