CTU Lunar Eclipse

Royce mumbled after that not very sane training session was over. Either these people were the best, or they were amazingly crazy. Either way, the upcoming training sessions would not be what he was used to. He could tell that right away, and as Apple left, Royce bended over the table and grabbed a key. He looked at it and shrugged "Nine" He said, getting up from his chair which he had fallen down from repeatingly after the sudden attack of the commander.

He crossed the hallway and reached the door, which he opened and entered. It was a simple room, clearly not built in a way that someone could live a longer time. A bed, a table, a shelf and a few other objects. He did not think much about it, as he walked up to the bed and straightened the sheet. He did not bother undressing or even make himself at home, as he laid down on his back on the bed and fell asleep.

Alice had a look at her key. It had number 7 and with careful steps she walked trough the hallway and smiled at each squad member that she passed, to show them she was alright. The only thing that was hurt fataly, was her pride. She really thought that she would be capable of bringing such a move down, but look at her. She did not even get to throw a punch at the man. She sighed as she tried fitting the key into room 7. After several failed attempts, she successfully ran the key into the opening and unlocked the door. She had a hard time focusing her vision, but she knew that a night of proper rest would make her recover. She was simply a bit disoriented.

She closed the door behind her carefully, but did not bother to lock. It should not be nessecary when living among a pack of elite soldiers. She started to hum a song as she removed the heavy military outfit and crawled into the bed. With a smile on her face, she thought about those in the squad that did their very best to defend her in that situation, as she fell asleep, hugging the pillow. She disliked this Greg guy, but who would not if they recieved a punch like she did. As she fell asleep, the only dream that reapeared in her mind was the very moment when she attacked Greg but was smashed to the ground. All night, that was the only thing that visited her mind. Like a replay on television.

Deuce walked up and randomly grabbed a key. He walked out into the hallway and came looked at the key. I had a big six printed on it and he sighed. "Not exactly my idea of the end of the hall.." he put the key into the lock and did not shut the door all the way. He flopped down on the bed but could not sleep. He waited either for someone to come in or for something to acctually happen to him. He started to speak to himself. Thoughs of his old team raced through his head. "How could they let me be captured? Were they payed off?" He closed his eyes and tryed to fall alseep but failed and he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. A deep yawn emerged from him and it was obvios to see that he was tired but couldn't sleep.

When morning came he grabed the knife and got up " this could be a test" he said to himself. Not trusting a dam thing thats going on. He put it in his pocket and thought to himself " first the clip and now a butter knife O_o " He took a shower. After getting dressed he walked around , looking for a place to eat.

One hell of a waking call

Alice slept comfortable in her bed, but six hours after she fell asleep, a loud horn was heard trough the entire building. A loud noise, that got her spry in a second. She raised from the bed quickly, signifying that she had recovered from the blow yesterday. She took a look around as a hidden speaker sounded. It was hidden in each numbered room, and the voice of Greg was heard.

"ATTENTION, MAGGOTS! DINNER IS SERVED! WALK TROUGH THE DOOR BETWEEN ROOM 5 AND 7 NAMED DINING! IT WILL LEAD YOU ALL TO THE DINING ROOM! TODAYS MEAL IS TOMATO SOUP!"

The voice turned silent and the speaker was turned of. Alice yawned, stretching her arms and legs from the short but well-earned night of sleep. She took a look at the time and sighed "0500" She yawned once more, before slowly limping to the door. On the way, she grabbed the military suit and before reaching the door it was properly dressed on her. Her limping was not a limp of injury, just simple lack of sleep. She pushed the door open and walked out in the hallway. She took a look around, to check if anyone else heard the message. Most likely they did, because that message was loud.

[I decided to post. For those who did not get time to grab a key to one of the rooms is allowed to pretend that they did get a room and that they slept in there. The upcoming posts is taking place the day after the introduction and the first training session. Any questions or a recap requirement, feel free to PM me or contact me at
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[Joker was up before Greg spoke on the loud speaker he had not spelt at all but he did not feel tired. As Greg began to speak Joker stood up from the bed he was laying on and felt his stomach grumble he knew he would like the food no mater how plain it was. He slowly opened the door to the room and looked out he saw Alice and continued to walk towards the dining hall. Joker had not really talked to his new teammates but he did not mind much. He then cracked his knuckles and yawned as he open the door to the dining hall he walked in.]

HE arrived there grabed a bowl of soup and sat at a table and started to eat " mm this is quite good " He thought to himself. He noticed more people coming in "morning guys" He said cheerfully after a good nights rest. He notied not everyone was in a good mood so he kept quite.

Alice smiled as people started walking to the dining room, as she decided to do the same. Quietly, she walked up to the counter and grabbed a bowl of soup, thanking the man serving her gently before walking towards the center. She took a look around, seeing where Rand sat and decided to make company. She sat down next to him and waved at Joker with a friendly gesture, motioning him to come over to the two of them and join them for breakfast.

" Hey , how ya feeling ?" HE said is a sad tone " i cant belie yesterday , he would have killed us all if we gave him he chance ...." He finished soup but he stayed att he table. He felt kinda sad of what happend. He wished he could have helped mroe but. He looked at the clock. Rand didnt feel tired but more axous to get to the guns. He couldnt wait to see what they have.

The Major had been in the middle of what seemed like an intense dream. He was back in the Middle East, on route to a mission in Lebanon. Hezbollah fighters all around, and he had only a a few more hundred yards before reaching the destination point. His squad was under heavy fire, "Tamoot ya zevel" he screamed while firing rounds into the opposition. Right before reaching the spot, he felt a slight metal under his foot. A mine. Just as he heard the ringing of the explosion, Amir gained consciousness to the sound of a horn. He quickly jumped up, and sat on the bedside for a moment, before hearing the rest of the announcement. "Tisaref be evadon", he cursed. The first part of Greg's broadcast wasn't exactly clear to him, as he'd still been half-asleep in his mind, though to the common eye, he appeared to be wide awake.

His hair band had almost come undone during the night, and there was a cigarette butt on the floor next to him. He took the hair tie off, and - almost without thinking - he decided to do as he had done back home - make the bed, and jump into gear in lightning time to help further to process of becoming active. He didn't completely equip his suit, he left the torso down, only wearing a white, sleeveless a-shirt. During his most recent missions, it wasn't necessarily customary to be fully dressed for the morning meal considering the informal location, but Amir had second thoughts seeing as this is training, and it was around commanding people who he wasn't familiar with, so zipped up completely.

Just before finally leaving, he grabbed his olive colored bandanna (err, I didn't mention that before, but he has it, if that's okay), and tied it around his head. It sat right above his eyebrows, which made his slightly-above-shoulder length hair appear to be in mullet format.

As he exited room #11, he noticed Alice, and Joker on their way in. He didn't speak to them due to the fact they were already in and halfway in the dining hall respectively. Amir walked towards the doors, and went into the room where the meal was being served. "Ah, tomato soup. A fine dish, yeah?", he laughed. Since he already ate a lot of vegetables in Israel, it wasn't anything new to him. He'd only wish there'd been some spices around. 'The spicier the better' was one of his mottoes.

He looked around, and saw the rest of the bunch seated, Rand had been there, as well as the ones he saw (and more, possibly). He went up, took his grub, and grabbed a spoon. All while thinking of what was to come in the day at hand.

Alice waved kindly to Amir as he walked into the room with a smile over her face. "Over here" She shouted to him, but blushed a little bit. Of course it was over here. They were the only people in the room and the man was not blind. She toop a zip from the soup before turning her head to Rand and nodded. "I am fine. It just caught me by suprise" She said with a smile, using the spoon to take another zip from the soup. It was warm and it was tastey and it made miracles to her soon to be gone chest-pains. She drank the soup like she had not had food for a week, even though she had some just before they took her to this building. A low amount of sleep always made her hungry, for reasons unknown.

As she ate, quietly from another direction, Greg entered the dining room. He said nothing, walking up to the counter where the food was provided. He stood there for a moment, as the chef brought Greg a plate of chicken and rice, with asian spices, vegtables, a large glass of milk as well as two sandwiches with ham and cheese. He nodded at them and sat down two tables away from the rest of the group, before slowly starting to eat his chicken, staring straight ahead without giving out a word.

" I acually did what he said then once somone i attacked i figured id get in there. But that bastard shouldnt have hit me below the belt that just pissed me off to no end. But i think im done with that. If anything i guess i should learn from my mistakes. DONT CHARGE A GUY WITH SHOTGUN UNLESS YOU HAVE A WEAPON" He smiled then laughed a little " im kinda nervous...... i got a bad feeling about what will happen next and i got a feeling that the butter knife in my room wasa sign of some sort. Unless somone just left it there"

Alice patted him on the shoulder and smiled gently. "Do not worry. I am sure that he will not do us any harm. I guess he just wanted to prove who is the boss and give us a warm welcoming" She shrugged, taking another zip from the soup. "I agree, though. He got a little bit out of hand. That hit belove the belt of yours was not needed." She then giggled gently as he stated that one should not unarmed charge a man with a shotgun. "I guess you are right" She sighed some, since she was a professional close-combat soldier and could not even land one punch on the guy. Either he was really good, or she was getting worse at what she did.

"well at least im ok , in THAT department >.> but i still......do you think he will be around anytime soon ? cause i really would not wanna hear him but.......... any way besides me whining about it, after your done with your soup you wanna talk a walk with around this strange place ?"

Alice giggled, almost spurting the soup out of her mouth. She tapped Rand on the shoulder and pointed backwards, to where Greg sat and ate his chicken breakfast of luxury. "I think he have heard every word you said" She said with a smile, looking at the quiet Field Commander sitting two tables away from the group. She doubted he cared about what they said about him. He seemed like one of those professional people that took personal life and career life at different levels. He was probably prepared to be hated by the group. However, even though he smashed Alice hard, she did not hate him, strange enough. She shrugged, turning back to her bowl of soup and took another zip.

" o jesus !" He crossed his arms and put his head in there, then he raised his head with a smile " AND THAT IS HOW MY GSG9 COMMANDER ACTED ^-^ " HE said with a smile making up that lie. But of course he new Greg wasnt ganna by it. " so anyway wanna take a look around with me ? "

Deuce awoke when he heard the wake-up call from Greg. He yawned and got to his feet, walking ot the door and heading for the Dining Room. He walked down the halls until he saw the room labeled "Dining Room." He walked inside and decided to sit with Rand and Alice. He sat down and looked at both of them. "So what are we having for dinner? I didn't quite hear what he had said exactly." He sat patiently waiting for a reply.

Amir's outward appearance appeared to be one that indicated didn't seem very enthused about the day, but appearances can be deceiving. He was anxiously waiting, as he had been the whole morn. Amir glimpsed Alice flagging him over to the table where some of the squad was seated. She called out to him verbally for whatever reason, but Amir thought nothing of it, and joined them.

Setting his tray down, and beginning to take spoon fulls of the soup in moderation, he was merely listening in on the conversation at hand. They were discussing some things of the former day. True, it was rather intense, and unexpected. Amir couldn't disagree. But, if that is what is to be expected they all would have to be on top of their game. Speaking of the devil himself, the field commander walked into room, and received his dish. Even worse, the conversation continued while he was seated only two tables away. "Oh, well", he thought. He glanced at Apple's meal; it seemed more done up than the rest: chicken, rice, spice. "Lucky bastard".

As he continued sipping on his soup, Rand asked Alice to go for a 'walk' around the place, twice in fact. Yaacov commented on his inquiry by saying "How...romantic", while chuckling to himself. A simple joke, not intended to imply anything about the question Rand posed.

"Soup" She said, smiling at Deuce. She took a final sip from the bowl of soup and then turned to Rand with a smile. "I will go get more soup" She said, nodding and got up from her seat. She heard how he made the romantic commend and she giggled "Prince Charming" She said, patting Rand on the shoulder. "I will be right back. We could certainly have that walk when I am satisfied." As she turned around and headed towards the counter. She walked past Greg who sat quietly eating, waving at him "Good morning, commander" She said formally, saluting. He did not reply. He did not even look at her as he took another bite of the chicken. She frowned a little, before getting up for a refill.

" thankyou im glad you agree " Rand smiled. He then just sat back in his seat and relaxed " hey like i said the soup snt bad , they could have made us eat dirt and worms............nasty" He looked at Greg, all tuff acting like the ruler of earth. But he felt that even the toughest people have feelings. After all he is human and he must have a faimly of some sort. But he saw how he rudley ignored her. "prick" He said in a very extremley low voice