#500

Ok... one more kill and I can finally catch up to Kodos!!!

96th Mission: Sectoids in Heat

I look down at my name stenciled in small black letters on the upper left of my Crappy Armor: FF Froggies. “Too long! Shorten it!” they barked at me in processing. “Your name is too goddamn long. Won’t fit on any of the labels.”

I asked, “How about ‘Fantastic Froggies’?”

But they barked back with, “You got a dick in your ears, rookie? What did I say? IT’S TOO FUCKING LONG! Shorten it, or I’ll do it for you!” And so I ended up with FF Froggies, which is friggin’ stupid and makes me sound like I stutter when I say my name. I look over at Sergeant Thomkal II, sitting on the bench across from me and one spot to my left in the cramped Skyranger bay. His name is blazoned into his armor in dark red letters. Looks friggin’ awesome. Mine is hand-stenciled on athletic tape and stuck on crooked. Looks like shit. Like they don’t want to bother with me if I’m not gonna’ be around long.

Which, judging by how I feel, might be right. They woke me up at eleven last night, told me to report to the Skyranger Launch Pad in ten minutes, in full armor and ready to fight. Fifteen minutes later we’re airborne. I’ve been sitting in this packed Skyranger bay with ten other agents and a tank for twelve hours now, as our ship heads from China to Africa. Except for the last hour, the whole trip has been in darkness, and I haven’t slept a goddamn minute. I’ve had one hour sleep in the past 24 hours. How do they expect us to fight like this? They’re killing us with exhaustion before we even get there.

They never told me the Skyranger bay is so small, either. Well, actually it’s probably a pretty good size, but with a tank in here and everyone in armor and totin’ enough weapons and gadgets to blow up half of London, there’s hardly any room to move around. My knees are jammed up against BYU II’s. I can’t feel my feet any more. They went numb an hour into the flight. My back is killin’ me from sitting up with all this armor on all night. Can’t they make stuff that doesn’t weigh so much?

I went to the bathroom once, but that was such a damn hassle and everyone I walked through got so pissed at me that the last time I had to go I just let it go in my armor. Fuck ‘em. Let them clean it up. But it sure doesn’t make for a comfortable feeling. Man, does this armor itch. It’s like being in a damn body cast. Now I know what a knight from the Middle Ages felt like.

God damn. What on earth am I doing here? Just three weeks ago I was cruising the Internet, playing computer games, sleeping late, and now I’m here, tired, hungry, itchy, sore, with pissy pants, on the verge of going up against Sectoids in the Sahara Desert. What have I gotten myself into?

The Skyranger drops a bit. Whoa! I reflexively let go of my gun and try to grab armrests, but of course there are none on this tiny excuse for a bench. Each of my hands clenches a knee of the guys beside me. My gun falls away from me like a dead tree. The barrel hits BYU II in the stomach with the clang of metal on metal. Across from me, BYU grunts and pushes the barrel of the Heavy Plasma back at me. The barrel catches me in the groin armor with a clang. The men beside me on the bench, Fat Football II and Glen Goyne, turn to look at me. Then they look down at my hand on their knees. One by one each of them slowly pries my hand off their thigh and puts it back on my lap. Great, I’ve got three guys pissed at me and we haven’t even landed. I’m gonna friggin die today.

A green light goes on at the head of the bay. The pilot’s voice comes over the intercom. “Lock and load, men. We’re on our way down. Local time is 6:40 AM. We’ve got a nice sunny day here over the Sahara. Outside ground temp is 88 degrees Fahrenheit, but she’s going up by the minute. Suggest you guys get in and out real quick if you want to stay cool. We’ll be on the ground shortly. Thank you for flying X-COM.”

Funny guy. I check my Sterling 22.3-pound, water-cooled, Heavy Plasma Rifle again. How many times have I done this over the past three weeks? Twenty times a day? Everything looks fine. I look at the men around me. Most of them are putting on their armored gloves, and pulling down their helmets from the hooks above us. The other three rookies—Kingfc, Sir Fozzie II, and BYU II—are looking around and doing nothing.

Captain Qwikshot chips in, “Gloves and helmets on, rooks. Let’s get a move on. We can take fire once the ramp falls. Remember your training.”

What training, I think. Nothing I have done in training has prepared me for what’s gonna happen when that ramp falls away. My stomach knots up as another wave of fear engulfs me.

Dear god, please don’t let me die…

Our troops today:

Left Side:
1. Glen Goyne (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
2. FF Froggies (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
3. Fat Football II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
4. Illinifan V (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
5. Sir Fozzie II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)

Right Side:
1. Thomkal II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
2. BYU II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
3. Qwikshot II (Blaster Launcher, Power Suit)
4. Calis (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
5. Kingfc (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)

The Skyranger is going straight down now. I put my helmet on, snap it in place. I put my gloves on, one by one, and try not to let my weapon fall out from between my legs again. We’re dropping like a rock now, and the Skyranger is beginning to buck and shake from the turbulence. My stomach comes up to my throat, and I feel like I’m gonna puke. Damn, we’re coming in fast. They told me in training that no Skyranger has ever been hit on the way in to combat. No fucking wonder.

Qwikshot II barks commands. “Take landing positions, men. And let’s get a visual.”

The vets are up in an instant. The other rookies and I struggle to our feet. This is like standing on an earthquake. I hold on to the safety straps overhead with one hand, try to steady my Heavy Plasma with the other. Visual my ass. Are you joking? Try to try to look out those tiny portholes while we’re bouncing around like clothes in a dryer? The vets, though, have stuck their faces right up against the glass, have one hand reached up into the strap above them to balance themselves, and have their weapons wedged between their legs. Their voices come over my helmet com:

Thomkal II: “Exit area, sand, level one dunes.”

Illinifan V: “Got a visual on the UFO. Left of probable exit. Nine o’clock. 40 meters. Mid-size scout. Level 4 damage. Visible smoke. Terrain, sand. Level one dunes.”

Qwikshot II: “Skyranger right is secure on satellite scan, so don’t bother there. Nose?”

Calis: “Nose, flat sand. Small, level one dunes.”

Fat Football II: “Same all around.”

Qwikshot II: “Any ETs?”

Thomkal II: “Negative. No visuals. HUDs clean.”

How do these guys do it? I can barely stand up. I risk a glance out the window. Whoa! We’re only a couple hundred meters off the ground! Holy shit! This pilot is going to splatter us all over the desert!

Qwikshot’s voice comes over the helmetcom again. “T minus ten seconds. Attack positions.” Almost in one motion, the vets pull back from the windows, let go of the safety straps, grab their weapons, and turn to face the exit. I hear the clicks as weapon safeties go off. The rookies, most of who never looked out the windows, are still holding on to the safety straps and trying to not fall on their asses. Me included. Somehow I manage to click off my safety.

Qwikshot II again: “5 seconds. Brace.”

Huh? The Skyranger engines roar in reverse thrust. As my body is almost driven through the floor by the deceleration, I see the vets bend their knees and take the shock like they’re doing a weightlifting squat. I’m not fast enough, though, and I fall back into my seat from the force of the change in speed. My head bangs against the fuselage. I see stars. More embarrassed than hurt, I quickly struggle to get up. I notice Kingfc doing the same thing. At least I’m not alone.

The Skyranger hits the ground as I make it back to my feet. Oh, shit. Here we go! The ramp clicks and then falls away with a crash. I see bright yellow sand stretching out in front of me. I grab my weapon. A wave of heat rolls over the inside of the Skyranger. Damn, it’s hot here. Qwikshot’s voice comes over the helmet com.

“Green! Tank, out!”

Green landing. Thank god for small favors. Our tank goes rolling out of the bay. It gets five feet down the ramp when a small red dot pops up on my HUD. Alien! Sectoid! Shit! Where? How do you read a HUD again? My heart is thumping like a taiko drum on crack. I’m having trouble getting enough air.

Qwikshot’s voice: “ET! Ten o’clock! 20 meters! Thomkal, hit it!”

I see Thomkal II run the five feet to the edge of the Skyranger bay and drop to a knee. He aims left of the exit and pulls the trigger. His Heavy Plasma barks red plasma. The noise is deafening inside the small craft. It’s like putting a bucket over your head and having someone hit it with a jackhammer. I can’t hear a friggin’ thing. I see a plasma blast go screaming by the entrance. The Sectoid must be firing at us. I hear an inhuman scream. God damn, what the hell is that? Thomkal stops firing.

Thomkal: “ET down! Got it! Scratch one!”

My asshole feels like it’s in my stomach. I realize I’ve pissed myself again.

Qwikshot: “Thomkal! FF! Out! Secure exit!”

Me? Is he fucking nuts? Out there? Thomkal disappears off to the right of the ramp. Glen Goyne jumps up onto the bench to let me pass.

I stand still.

Qwikshot: “ROOKIE! GET YOUR ASS OUT! NOW!”

Fat Football, right behind me, puts his boot in my back and pushes. I’m moving forward now. At the edge of the ramp. On the ramp. Our tank is moving through the sand away from us and left, toward the UFO. I look left, see the mangled heap of the dead Sectoid lying in the sand, see the smoking, silver UFO off in the distance. I jump left, off the ramp, and land with a crunch in the soft sand. My heart is racing. I’m almost hyperventilating. I feel so alone out here. What am I supposed to do? I glance at Thomkal at the other landing strut, on one knee, scanning the desert for aliens. I take three quick steps to the landing strut on this side of the Skyranger. Damn, these struts are friggin’ tiny. “Take cover at the struts,” they told us in training. You’re joking, guys.

My hands are shaking, but I raise my rifle and look out over the still, rolling desert. I see some cactus. Sparkling sand. Nothing moving. Maybe they’re all gone? Nope. Threat sensor on the top right corner of my helmet HUD is yellow. Aliens about. Oh, shit. Please god, don’t let me die.

I catch a flash of something to my right, to the left of the UFO. Plasma! Fuck! A red streak comes right for my head! I hear myself scream. “AAAargh!” The plasma clangs off the fuselage of the Skyranger, right above my head. I duck, but look toward the spot the shot came from. Where is it?

Qwikshot: “Thomkal. FF. Report.”

Thomkal: “Incoming. Eight o’clock. Plasma. FF?”

“Something’s shooting at me. I can’t fucking see a thing. All I see is desert. HELP!”

Qwikshot: “Shut the fuck up, rookie.”

There! I see it! “SECTOID! I see one! He’s coming for me! Shit!” I twist my weapon at the creature. It’s about 30 meters away, behind a small dune. My arms are literally convulsing with fear. I pull the trigger on my Heavy Plasma. The rifle jerks in my arms as pulses of plasma go flying into the desert with a roar. My shots go all over the friggin’ place. Down. Up. Left. Right. I’m not even close. Damn it, where is everyone? They just leaving me out here to die? The Sectoid pokes his weapon over the dune, aims for my head again. “HELP! SOMEONE FUCK—”

Heavy Plasmas start booming right behind me. Tracers go screaming towards the alien, who ducks down behind the dune before he can kill me. I risk a glance right. BYU II, Glen Goyne, and Fat Football II are all right beside me and firing at the Sectoid’s dune. I look back toward the dune. It’s getting ripped up with plasma, but my HUD is still showing a red dot.

Fat Football: “Fucker’s dug in. No angle.”

Qwikshot: “Got it. Let’s bang ‘em. FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

A second later I hear a loud whoosh. Out of the corner of my eye I see a white streak come sailing out of the Skyranger bay, then loop around and slam into the sand dune in front of the Sectoid. Kablam! The ground shakes as the missile explodes. I hear a scream inside the explosion, and watch as sand, fire, and smoke rise in a small mushroom cloud into the clear desert air. The red dot on my HUD fades away.

Fat Football: “Visual. Scratch number two. Put that one in a baggie for lunch. Already grilled.”

Qwikshot: “Stand down. Area secure. Good job, men.”

Huh? Then I realize that the threat sensor in the top right of my HUD has turned green. That’s it? Only two aliens? They told us in training that there was an average of six aliens on medium scouts.

I’m alive? I’m still alive? I did it! I’m so friggin’ still alive!!!

Kills: Qwikshot II, 1; Thomkal II, 1.
KIA: None.
Wounded: None.
Attribute Improvements: Thomkal II, Qwikshot.
Final score: 45. Wimpy, but not much to work with.
Mission Notes:
Quick and easy. Not much opposition.

Oh that writeup ruled.

Oh, how I bow down to GB... {Bows} We're not worthy!

Nice one, GB.

Also, it's probably time to start a new thread.

*grumbles* :)

I guess now I;m a grizzled vet ;)

I was on vacation in Ireland and Scotland...reporting for duty if there still is an opening...

Man, my very own personal mission write-up, rookie expererience and all !!!

GB, you've just made my day ! Thank you very much, sir ! That was just plain glorious !

Wow, amazing writeup, GB...

True. The spoken lines add so much to the narrative tension. I was reminded about the movie Aliens:

-"Movement!"
-"Position?"
-"Can't lock up..."
-"Talk to me, Hudson."
-"Uh, seems to be in front and behind."
-"Go to infrared. Looks sharp people!"
-"Multiple signals. All round. Closing."

Sorry GB, am here and ready for duty if needed.

Tell

Excellent write up...I did feel the Aliens influence, now I can only hope that QwikshotII gets a bravery better than 10.

Damn, that put you ON THE BATTLEFIELD.

That was tits man.

And here you would have thought a 2-alien mission would have been boring. Glad I got some action in the best mission report yet. Good job GB!

That was the best damn report EVER. Way to go GB. Glad I survived my first mission albiet I did nothing but fall on my ass.

This should be great if he does this for the base assault. :)

Great writeup GB. That was awesome.

AE, doing that for the base mission would take a LOT of work...that was just two aliens. It would take its own thread to do that for the base mission. Not that it matters, since with all us rookies, I doubt any of us are going to live long enough on that mission to make an interesting story. From the way Coffee is talking, you might not even make it off the Skyranger< g >.

Guys: Thanks! I wasn't sure if I could pull off a first-person perspective report, and was a little concerned that it might suck. I'm glad people liked it. As Lokugh mentioned, I think it would take a long long long time for large missions (it took a long time for just two aliens) and we get spread out a lot on quite a few missions (which would make it more difficult), so we'll be going back to our basic reporting method for the rest of the missions.

Real: I think we'll move threads just before the base assault. Should be coming up in two or three missions.

Gi: Got it. Welcome back. I'll make a note to put your status back to "On Call". Hope you had a good trip.

Tellistto: No problem. I'll put you back to "On Call".

Fonzie: Yeah, I think we're slowly drawing to the end game. Might be tough for people currently on the waiting list to make it to Mars. But there are tons more UFOs now, and all it would take is one disastrous alien attack on a base to delay us significantly. Anything could happen.

Rawisdan: Yeah, you had been around for so long. Who would have thought that you would turn on your fellow agents. Let's hope your son can clear your family name.

Update

As the ASIA COM Skyranger makes the long journey back to China, ASIA COM radar picks up yet another scout UFO on radar. It immediately launches Toddiec IV in the Interceptor. Three hours later, one of our Avalanche missiles blows a chunk off the UFO and forces it land in the forests of Siberia.

Our ASIA COM troops on the last mission saw so little action that we'll go right out again with the exact same crew. They'll land, refuel, and set off again. No rest for the weary.

On board:
Glen Goyne, FF Froggies, Fat Football II, Illinifan V, Sir Fozzie II, Thomkal II, BYU II, Qwikshot II, Calis, Kingfc.

This mission should go up on Sunday.

Sorry I missed this. I didnt realize we were back in full force. Anyway Im back to reading this and would like to be put back on the waiting list if I have been removed.

I'm hoping to step foot on the battle ground this time.

Wow. Love the quick turnaround :)

Here she is...

97th Mission: Snakemen in Siberia, Again

The ASIA COM Skyranger finds itself heading into battle for the second time in two days. The craft is heading north, for Siberia, to battle whatever is left of a downed Snakeman scout. The last time ASIA COM fought it was in desert conditions. Today’s battle is a polar opposite (pardon the pun). The battle will take place only two hours from the North Pole; the forecast is for flurries and bitter cold.

ASIA COM’s last mission was hardly a mission: a one-minute battle with two alien KIAs. Today’s crew is the same crew that went on the last mission. We hope that today gives them a bit more experience than the last time.

We were able to transfer in a handful of the new Flying Suits for today’s battle.

The pilot announces that he’s taking the Skyranger in. The craft begins its descent to the cold, snowy Siberian forests.

Qwikshot leads our troops again today.

Our troops today:

Left Side:
1. Glen Goyne (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
2. FF Froggies (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
3. Fat Football II (Heavy Plasma, Flying Suit)
4. Illinifan V (Heavy Plasma, Flying Suit)
5. Sir Fozzie II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)

Right Side:
1. Thomkal II (Heavy Plasma, Flying Suit)
2. BYU II (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
3. Qwikshot II (Blaster Launcher, Power Suit)
4. Calis (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)
5. Kingfc (Heavy Plasma, Power Suit)

The men scan the landscape as the Skyranger heads through overcast skies to the forest below. We can easily pick out the thick black smoke billowing up from the UFO. The last ASIA COM UFO was badly damaged, but this one is a complete mess. We’ll come down almost on top of the thing. It will lie about 5 meters away from the left side of our exit. Unfortunately, this looks to be a short mission as well: there is almost nothing left of the UFO. The outer walls are destroyed, and not much could have survived such a landing. It looks like we’re coming down on the northeast corner of the battlefield. The UFO is to our immediate left. The areas in front of our exit and to the right of our exit are secure ground. There is a large, wooded hill that starts at the nose of where our Skyranger will touch down. It looks like there are some smaller wooded hills past the UFO to our west.

The Skyranger drops the last few meters and lands on the hard Siberian forest floor. The ramp drops away with a hard bang. Frigid air fills the Skyranger bay. Flurries dance in the light wind outside the craft. There is no sign of alien activity, but we can make out a dead Snakeman inside the smoking remains of the UFO.

Our tank rolls down the ramp. Halfway to the ground it gets drilled by a plasma blast that comes up at us from the nose of the Skyranger. The turret gets rocked off its frame. Smoke starts spewing out of our tank. It manages to continue down the ramp, where it spins and spots a Snakeman about 15 meters away, dug in behind a fallen log off to the left side of the nose of our Skyranger. BYU II exits the Skyranger, breaks right off the ramp, and drops behind the landing gear. Incoming fire! Plasma slams into the landing strut by BYU’s head. BYU can’t spot its origin—it’s not the Snakeman we’ve spotted. BYU ignores the incoming fire, trains his weapon on the Snakeman behind the log, and fires on full-auto. Chunks out of the log go flying upwards. BYU quickly adjusts his aim and gets a shot past the log that catches the Snakeman in the shoulder. A stream of green goo comes pouring out of the Snakeman. It looks at its ravaged shoulder and promptly passes out. We hear no scream, so we’ve got to assume it’s still alive.

As BYU took out the first Snakeman, our tank rolled up toward the nose of our Skyranger to try to locate the second one. There! About 10 meters beyond the nose of our craft, dug in at the base of the large hill. FF Froggies and Fat Football race out of the Skyranger. FF Froggies breaks left and sets up a firing position at the left landing strut. Fat Football breaks right and sets up behind BYU. Both men open fire. Plasma chews up the ground around the Snakeman, who continues to pour fire onto our position. FF Froggies once again is horribly wide with all his shots, but fortunately Fat lands a hit that draws a blood-curdling scream out of the Snakeman. One down. X-COM 1, Aliens 0.

We deploy in force. Glen Goyne exits the Skyranger, joins our tank and FF Froggies and heads left, towards the remains of the UFO. Calis and Sir Fozzie II exit as well. They work their way towards the large hill at the nose of the Skyranger. Illinifan and Thomkal II exit and go up high over the landscape using their Crappy Flying Suits. Fat Football heads back into the Skyranger. BYU holds at the landing gear. Kingfc exits the Skyranger and splits the middle of our formation. He’ll lead a sweep with BYU through some woods to our southwest. Qwikshot exits the Skyranger and sets up a firing position with the Blaster Launcher near our exit.

As Calis draws near the front of the Skyranger, he spots a Snakeman, about 30 meters away, moving towards us from the right side of the hill at the nose of the Skyranger. Illinifan, high above, spots the Snakeman on his HUD. He has a good line of sight through a clearing in the trees. He opens fire on full-auto. Plasma blows chunks of earth out of the hard ground near the Snakeman’s lower torso. The thing breaks for cover, but Illinifan lands a hit to the torso that knocks the Snakeman over. Green goo comes pouring out of a hole in the creature’s side, and soon it stops moving altogether. X-COM 2, Aliens 0.

We continue to sweep forward. Our tank advances along the right side of our formation and quickly spots a Snakeman to the right of a small hill behind the UFO. FF Froggies and Glen open fire. FF Froggies is first to hit. He spins the Snakeman around with a blast to the upper shoulder. An instant later, Glen drills it in the torso. The Snakeman drops to the forest floor, dead. Immediately following this, our tank picks up another Snakeman, about 40 meters away, to the right of the large hill at the nose of our Skyranger. The troops on the ground have their vision obstructed, but Thomkal II has a clean view of the thing. He opens up from 50 meters away…

And nails the Snakeman! The thing howls, falls, and dies! Nice shot from distance!
X-COM 4, Aliens 0.

With that, our threat sensors turn green. Battle over! Another quick one, but a little more action than that last time.

Kills: Illinifan V, 1; Thomkal II, 1; Glen Goyne, 1; Fat Football II, 1.
KIA: None.
Wounded: None.
Attribute Improvements: Thomkal II, Glen Goyne, Fat Football II, Illinifan V, BYU II, FF Froggies.
Final score: 100.
Mission Notes:
We captured the Snakeman that BYU knocked out.

Both Thomkal II and Qwikshot II logged their 20th missions! Congratulations!

FF Froggies hit something!

Quick Update

Things are a little busy this weekend so I don't have time to make a full update, but I can tell you that we get a break in UFO activity that allows us to transfer our base assault team into EU COM and launch the attack on the Spanish base. Our next mission will be the base assault.

I'm going to try and write a full update and the lead-in to the base mission tomorrow, then post the first half of the mission on Tuesday, and post the second half on Wednesday.

Also, sometime on Tuesday I'll most likely put up the photos from the last three missions.

Rich: No problem. Welcome back. I'll insert you into your spot on the waiting list.

Kingfc: You made it onto the battlefield, but not much in the way of action. Be hard to miss the action on the next mission, though.

Sir Fozzie: The two-alien mission was so short that half the men never stepped out of the Skyranger. I figured it's fair to just have the Skyranger refuel and head on to Siberia. This last mission was a bit better. Between the two of the missions, we got about a full mission's worth of activity.

Hey GB, do we have word on just what kind of aliens we're facing in Spain?

I need to prepare my mission briefing for the cannon fodd...er, soldiers. :)

It comes.

-Anxiety

Thanks, Im looking forward to getting back in on the action.

Coffee: No clue. Usually we send a scouting mission, but we didn't this time. Hope it's not Ethereals.

Anxiety: Yes, it does come. Soon.

Rich: No problem. Good to have you back. I think we've got most everyone back now.

Grizzle Sergeant CWII fears no ethereals.

...

...

mommy?

Bring on a freakin mother ship from Mars.

I'm ready....

Just make sure that I'm still in the skyranger when the action starts.

OMG I got a kill. Could this be the longest lasting Illinifan?

woot! 20 missions! woot! one kill in both missions! woot! Flying suit! woot!

Good Mission all...looks like the Human Race is on a roll...

Update

November 16-19

On November 16, our new Firestorm fighter arrives at EU COM and is quickly armed with fusion ball launchers and a heavy plasma. We won't be sending it out against battleships, but it should be able to take out anything less. Finally we can be more aggressive in the air.

Our heavily beefed-up research program just keeps cranking out the discoveries. On November 17, some of Crappy's men in Europe figured out how to take fusion ball technology and make it into a base defense system. All our bases immediately start building a set of these batteries. Although they will take a month or so to complete, they should greatly increase the firepower we can throw at any UFOs that attempt to attack our bases.

Throughout the 16th, 17th, and 18th, we shuffle troops from Africa, Asia, and the US into EU COM in preparation for the Spanish base assault. Finally, on the eve of the 18th all 14 men are in place, and USA Command gives the green light on the assault. At 3AM on November 19, we launch the EU COM Skyranger for western Spain. We will attack at dawn.

On board:
Kingfc, Blade6119 IV, Coffee Warlord II, Lokugh III, Anxiety III, Daimyo II, Travis IV, Ardent Enthusiast, Almighty, Vince, Tucker II, Mike Vic, BYU II, Mr. Bug IV.

Good luck, men.

Yep. Good luck men !

Listen up maggots.

For some of you, this is your first mission. Let me be the first to tell you that you couldn't of picked a finer timer to join X-Com. We're going into the heart of an alien base. This means more aliens for us to kill, and more trophies to take home with us.

Some of you won't make it back at all. Some of you won't make it back with all your body parts intact. But don't worry, men. For if you die, know that your glorious bodies will be used as stock to repair our wounded. While you may be dead, your arms, your eyes, your legs, anything unscathed, will bravely carry on the fight versus the alien scum!

No prisoners, no mercy. We know everything we need to know from the aliens. We go to kill, no more, no less. If it's slimy, shoot it. If it has tentacles and isn't Kodos, shoot it. If it speaks anything but English, shoot it.

Hoorah!

Excuse me sir, does that mean this isn't a drill?

Sir, is there going to be any in-flight meals or should I have my mom make me a bag lunch?

timetable on mission godzilla?

YAY! Go me!:D

Hey Kingfc, when Mr. Warlord says ordinance, he means superstar right? I mean, he see's our true potential already, we must be very special if he wants to send the two of us in by ourselves right off the bat, without a landing even.

It's so nice to be loved.

Best of luck to everyone on this mission. We're all counting on you to make us proud...

Ordinance, is that a type of command? I'm going to go read my X-Com training manual because I don't remember what that command was. Hopefully, it means that I get to eat.

Oh yea. Bring on the Sectoids!!!

Yeah, baby. It's cherry poppin' time. :cool:

No mercy. Sir, yes Sir.

Oh yeah.. I forgot I signed up for this Spain thing. I uhh.. really just wanna go to Spain. Is there any way I can snipe from a safe place instead, and then go on a small vacation?

May you all survive to see another sunrise... Good luck !

Woot Woot!

Good luck! We will keep your women company in the meantime!

:D


Great writeup from FFF's point of view. You rock the house, GB! :)

So about that request to launch a certain pair of operatives out the bomb doors, Sir? :D

This is a good time to move to a new thread. This one is getting long.

Moving here.