Ok, ok, okokokok. I've been taking some time to think about it, and I've realized that there were three distinct "styles" during my first visit to CETT, which had overlapped into subsequent visits to other bases. For instance, a visit to the Asian base that I know was sometime after I had joined CETT matches the first time I joined at the American base, and so on and so forth.
All right, now we are getting somewhere. I'm going to ask for some security footage of one of the bases, and if the "style" matches that of one of my memories, than we can make some headway into what the heck is wrong with me.
For now, I'm going to jot down what I remember from my "three firsts", as best as I can recollect.
American base- One of the first things that hit me when I first entered what the troops had lovingly called "Nowhere" was just how normal everything looked at first glance. It was a regular army-looking base in the middle of a desert, with a rather standard camouflaged missile silo in the middle.
Then we actually went down into the base... and it looked like any other underground base that I had seen pictures of, with the cement and the metal and the brightly colored lines showing how to get everywhere.
Even when we got to the equipment we were going to use looked like much of what we had already, except maybe a little tech-ier looking. Computers looked like computers, the guns looked like guns, and the aircraft were regular jets and rotor wings.
Then we got the specs for them.
One distinct memory I had was looking at how much memory the computers had: 80 terabytes. Not gigs, not megs, terabytes. And they were planning on replacing them with the next model, which had double the amount!
Down at the firing range, we got to do a side-by-side with the standard equipment and the CETT stuff. It was like playing a video game, just point and shoot it was so easy to aim the things. And after looking at the bullet jello after taking a round from a pistol, there wasn't any doubt that these could mess someone up real bad.
European base- If there was one word that fit this place, it would be "anachronistic". Which is immediately noticeable by the fact that it's underneath an old castle with a police box out front.
While obviously fighting space aliens using FTL with early 21st century tech would lead to some discrepancies with the "time periods" in equipment that an organization like CETT would use, having a tubes-and-telsa-coil computer AI that runs on Windows DOS (that sounds like a butler) is stretching things a tad.
I'm sort of tempted to call these memories the "Punk Punk" memories, because I've been troping too much lately.
Asian base- So get this, when I first arrived here on my "first day", we landed on the roof of a standard high rise building. As we were being marched to the elevator, I was feeling a little awkward in my military fatigues in such a civilian looking local. Then we got into the elevator, and then went down, and down, and down, until we were escorted to this very fancy looking train. Which so happened to travel miles underwater.
Now, at the time I had only a passing knowledge of eastern animation, but boy did I start getting vibes from this place. Everything was colorful, the gear we had was exaggerated (very shoulderpady armor, plasma guns with a very interesting "pew pew" noise, and some of the cutest little death machines you ever did see), and there was a remarkable dissonance in dress code between the men and the ladies. I am still not sure how they could get skirts that short to not show anything.