Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20160126225957/@comment-26571677-20160127005708

"My name's Amilanthior, call me Asper, for short, or, at least until I get a nickname."

Tanner's words made him a bit more comfortable, that the idea of aliens was all just superstition, and that it was actually just a new breed of Grimm. But deep inside, he knew that the spokesman wouldn't lie. They wouldn't make false claims of millions of deaths, and make it turn out to just be new types of Grimm.

They were dealing with an extraterrestrial invasion, nothing more, nothing less. He'd heard so many reports of strange, dwarfish, pale, hunched over extraterrestrials. From talk and rumours, they appeared to wield wrist-mounted plasma weapons. Definitely dangerous, without a doubt.

Now he was being sent into the fray, into the gauntlet, as a professional trooper. He looked over his combat armour. He'd been allowed to keep it on, with the condition of having put it up for augmentation. Now it had been even further strengthened and had some fantastic looking shades of red and black that glistened in the light.

He turned to the veteran, and asked a serious question,

"Were there any traces of Meld in the scans and aerial readings? Or is our only objective to eliminate all hostiles?"