Arrivals [Action]

[modern_ancient]

A semi-truck pulled up outside the main entrance of Fort Alhambra. The driver, a powerfully built bearded man, leaned out of the window and peered up at the fort. After a moment, he rolled the window back up and got out, ambling unhurriedly over to the security gate so he could talk to the guard about a visitor's pass or something.

As Unity Group had no scheduled meeting with a fellow named Njall Erlandson, his request for entry took it's sweet time working it's way up the chain of command, but he had no problem waiting. Anyone entering or exiting the base could find him sitting against the wheel of his truck (Now parked safely out of the way of traffic.), with his hands behind his head as he stared at the scattered clouds drifting across the sky, apparently lost in his own thoughts.

[Later, after he presumably was allowed into the RP, ICly, there was a video post!]

Hello, Unity Group. Took a bit of work, but I've gotten signed on as part of your merry band.

Call me Njall.

Comments

[abugslife]

Unity Group operates on a voluntary basis, I see.

[What is that thing speaking?]

[modern_ancient]

[Probably a robot or something.]

I don't think I'm eligible for the draft, so...

[abugslife]

I wasn't aware there is a draft. I expressed my amazement at the fact that anyone can knock on the door and be allowed in if they bring the right skills to the table.

[She doesn't sound too amazed.]

What are yours?

[modern_ancient]

Well, I can turn into a stone giant, among other things.

[abugslife]

I didn't know Earthlings can do that.

[modern_ancient]

Most can't.

So...

You're not an Aerogator, right?

[abugslife]

No. I fought them in the past, and let me tell you, the insectoid shape of our mecha is the only quality we have in common with them.

I am general Hetepheres, the representative of the Pro-Earthling Party. I am a Gebian.

[modern_ancient]

Good. They weren't good enemies.

Also, welcome to Earth, I guess.