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Post by littlebaron on Feb 14, 2017 19:23:50 GMT -5
Julia cradled the Emasculator in her arms as she watched the Skyranger take off into the Italian sunset. The gun had done its job well, without compassion or mercy. The way a gun should.
The way a soldier should.
She thought of Keinitz, Sadie, she reminded herself, before brushing the thought from her mind. There were more important things to do. Preparations to be made. One last fight before it was all over. She felt light, so very light. Like floating. Over. The word burned itself across the inside of her skull. Soon it would all be over. She hadn't been in the game as long as Adler or Dogovich, but unlike them, she had practically been born into it. Since before she was sixteen, all she had done was killed and killed and killed again, carving a bloody path through the past twenty years with gun, blade, and her own bare hands.
Could it really happen? Could she really just...go home? Where even was home? Toronto? Minneapolis? Or would she just stay here, aboard the Avenger as it rusted from disuse until the day she died?
Maybe. Maybe.
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Post by Blacknife on Feb 16, 2017 10:13:16 GMT -5
6 hours before Half-dead Rhyme…
George watched as the Skyranger flew away from him to head back to the Avenger, its loud jets echoing throughout the open plains in which he stood. The propulsion also caused the grass around his feet to lean flat in waves so there was a pulsation of green across the ground, it stopped when he could no longer hear the engines of the Skyranger and then he turned to the opposite direction in which it went and began his trek across the flat fields.
“Windwell, y’know I ain’t coming back for you?” Firebrand chirped in the radio.
“Well, I already drank all of the Avenger’s booze so I decided I was going to get some more.” he replied with a smirk.
“Heh, well whatever you are doing: Good Luck.”
“I think all the luck should go to you and the soldiers for this final attack. Windwell out.” With that George took his ear piece out and crushed it between his fingers so it looked like a crushed grey-grape with a few wires mixed in. He dropped it in the long grass and readjusted his shoulder bag so it didn’t chafe his back so much.
It was late afternoon so the sun was already low in the sky which shine a brilliant orange and purple across the plain so that those colours reflected off the smooth grass to produce a tranquil array of colours that met your eyes. The view that George was looking into caused him to inhale heavily involuntarily to breathe in his surroundings- such a peaceful illusion that he was in, but he knew he was getting close to his destination.
He walked towards this sight for minutes more across some small dips and mounds and even across a small marsh land that he trudged through, which caused him an inconvenience due it making his feet wet; but with the warm breeze that was still around in September he thought nothing of it.
The sun began getting lower in the sky causing a violet mask to start crawling up on George’s back. He continued walking until he reached a hill that blocked out the sun that had a small dip from where George stood to get to the hill like a small moat.
He had arrived.
George let gravity help him gain speed down the small dip and used that momentum to get half way up the hill before he slowed down and having to try to ascend. When he got on top: he was greeted by a blinding light from the sun that made him wince slightly. He looked down the slope towards the sun and saw his goal. His old base.
There wasn’t much to look at now but 3 burned out building that were only black wooden posts that came out of the ground with other wooden pieces resting on these posts. The ground was now covered in tall grass and swayed peacefully in the warm breeze, the ground was mostly flat but there was a dip the ground that was about 3 meters wide and about a meter deep. George swallowed hard when he saw this.
He began his decent- again letting gravity help him go down the hill until he got the bottom where he slowed himself at the edge of the crater. The air was still and all was quiet as he stared at the drop in dirt he was looking at. He stood there for minutes until he broke the silence with himself,
“Sorry about the wait guys, I’ve been a bit busy so I haven’t been able to visit,” he squatted where he stood and took the bag of his shoulder and placed it by his side,” y’know fighting aliens and that jazz- I’m sure you guys understand.” He went to his bag and unzipped it to reveal bottles of beers, plasma revolver with some batteries for it and some sandwiches,” Well I brought beers for you guys,” he took the beers out of the bag and placed five of them in the crater so that they were all standing together like bowling pins. George popped the cap off his beer and raised his bottle in the sky above his head,” To my fallen comrades of old: Walter, Reynauld, Dismas, Rodger and of course my good friend Alex.” George tilted his bottle forward so a small about of beer trickled onto the ground beneath his feet, before the bottle met his lips and drank all the bitter liquid in one go.
He took the emptied bottle away from his lips and let off a long sigh before putting the bottle with the rest of the 5 bottles in the crater. He zipped his bag up again and put it back on his shoulder- this time it was much lighter so it didn’t rub his back as much.
“Now excuse me fellas,” he started as he stood up,” I got to start anarchy.” With that, he turned left towards the city that the bright lights could be seen in the distance. He looked down at his watch on his wrist and gave a small grumble and began to run towards the distant city as the sun went down making the whole sky jet black.
30 minutes before Half-dead Rhyme…
The city was as lively as they always were, people going about their nightly business in these steel complexes with a buzz of sound from cars and the public, as well as the buzzes and calls from advent. He dropped off his bag before he got close to the city so that he wouldn’t get glares from the public or from the ever aggressive advent patrols. From his bag, he took the pistol and placed it under his shirt on his back so the cold alloys pressed against his skin sending chills down his spine; he put the batteries in his back pockets and the sandwich- he ate it on the way towards the city.
Blending in with the crowd was very easy as there many people all wearing similar clothing but more importantly people were buzzing about the reveal that the Speaker was going to give in the city- so the patrols were more concerned about rowdy peoples rather than people minding their own business.
As George passed through the city to get to the speaker’s stage, he passed many variations of aliens such as Viper patrols and Archon patrols meaning that they were ramping up security for this event- not that it would matter if the public react how George believed they will when they see the truth.
As he got closer to the stage the security got tighter and tighter as more frequent patrols were around and many more armoured cars were parked up and ready to mobilize at a moment’s notice, there were also more metal detectors being set up for the shops and other high buildings so that people couldn’t get any kind of sight on the stage.
George continued to walk through the crowded and claustrophobic streets as people were getting drunk or just happy about the announcement, so there were many arrests going on around him so keeping his head down and moving with the flow of people he could do to hide from custody.
After following the crowd for a few minutes more he had arrived at the checkpoint to get into the stage to listen to the Speaker. He small smile came across George’s face as he knew that he was almost there. He looked down at his watch and gave guess that the mission on the tower had already begun so he needed to be in the crowd to do his part.
Advent soldiers were at the gates for entry and allowing people to go through the metal detectors at a fast rate due to the amount of people that were trying to get in- after all the people thought that this was the biggest announcement to happen to all humanity. George was being hurried along by the frenzied crowd to see the speaker so he had little time to react when he was next in line for the detection.
George had to think fast, his original plan was to slip the gun past the checkpoint with a distraction and pick it back up again, but now he was about to be pushed into the detector which will get him killed. On the top of his head he looked at the Advent soldier on his side of the detector and ‘fell’ towards him: he grabbed the soldier by the shoulders and made it out that he was pushed and fell through the detector with the soldier causing a large clatter of the armour and a large beeping sound from the detector. All the other soldiers snapped their guns towards the sprawl on the floor.
George, now on the right side of the detector slowly got up and turned to the soldier in which he knocked down and began helping him up, ignoring the guns around him. The soldier picked his gun up and hit George across the face with it, sending him to the ground again this time with a large amount of spit on the floor.
The soldier turned away from George and went back over the barrier to get to his original side and they began letting people back through. George groaned loudly and started getting up before some of the people coming through the gate helped George off his feet,
“I wouldn’t worry about it, they are always like this at these events,” said a young woman helping him up,” They have short temper from the amount of people coming through a small space.”
“Thanks,” George replied as he was back on feet and brushing himself down, he looked back up and she was still standing by his side, maybe just to make sure that he was unhurt but there wasn’t any reason to stay around.
“You excited for the announcement by the Speaker?”
“I’m also excited to see the Speaker, but for different reasons than for your excitement.”
“That’s fine, everyone has got their own reasons for doing stuff,” she paused briefly,” Anyway I need to get back with my friends so enjoy the Speaker.” She gleefully said walking away from George into the large crowd surrounding the stage.
George made his own way into the crowd pushing himself forward into it so that he got a good view of the stage and so that he wasn’t spotted by soldiers. He took a few elbows and some curses as he was pushing through- but he was so close to success he didn’t care anymore.
Minutes passed in anxious wait for the Speaker to come on stage and to know if the squad had succeeded in their mission. Excited murmurs from the crowd made a sea of noise around him that only made the feeling worse for him, he did really hate crowds- especially after what they are going to find out.
The crowd suddenly erupted in cheer making George jump, so he looked up to see the Speaker walking onto the stage and assume his position at the stand. His glasses glinted in the lights being shone at him and they almost mirrored George’s own- but behind them was a charismatic alien.
George started to squirm where he stood and began to reach for his pistol- he could so easily take out the speaker right now if he wanted to, but there were too many people in the way to get a clear shot. The speaker cleared his throat and began his speech with the video playing normally behind him. He feeling of dread came over him as the video wasn’t changing and he pulled the pistol to his side, turning the safety off to ready a shot.
The mood in the air went from excited to shock in almost an instant as people beside George were putting their hands over their mouths and recoiling from the stage- George looked back up to the stage to see the video feed showing the truth to the people, he was possibly the only person with a smile in that crowd at that moment. He bolstered his chest out and stood up tall to start shouting,
“The Speaker has been lying to us! Look what the Elders have been doing to us! The Speaker isn’t even Human and he’s been lying through his teeth all these years!”
The crowd were highly agitated from this and started to frenzy. People were beginning to scream and many were getting rowdy. George started to push himself to the front of the crowd and shouted,
“GET HIM!”
So, the front row did. They charged up the stage and pushed the Speaker to the ground and began kicking him. The crowd had mixed responses to this: some cheered and some tried to run away but they ended up running into Advent soldiers who were getting blocked by a mix of retreating public and soon-to-be rioters.
George pushed his way onto the stage and pulled the attackers off the Speaker and crouched down beside him,
“Nice speech; too bad XCOM cancelled your line.” George stood up and aimed his pistol at the Speaker who recoiled his bloodied self from the weapon,
“Vigilo Confido, Alien.” He finished, as George's voice and flash of green was the last thing the Speaker experienced.
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Post by KiloCubed on Feb 17, 2017 22:54:06 GMT -5
COALITION PERSONAL ARMOR SYSTEM USER: UNIT 3156 SPECIAL LOG ENTRY 001 10/2/35 ------------------------------------------------
It's over, yet it has just begun.
ADVENT's horrors have been exposed. What I joined XCOM for, has now been accomplished. ADVENT will no longer survive. The psionic network has been destroyed, or at least rendered unusable. The Coalition can't be called a "Coalition" if its main communications have been destroyed. Even now I feel a sort of pressure in the back of my head. My control chip has long since ceased to function, but my genes are ingrained to the psionic link. It's not enough to kill me- at least, not immediately apparently so- but that can't be said of some of my former comrades. Some have died. Others have gone insane from the realization of what they've done, and simply turned their guns on themselves and their allies. Who knows- perhaps some will end up like me, siding with humanity. Siding with humanity, not part of humanity. In the coming years, I don't expect this revolution to be clean and quick. I've read much literature on human history- if the French Revolution has told me anything, it's that angry citizens with a hated caste will quickly move to violence against said caste. There will likely be mass lynchings- ADVENT officials strung up from trees, hybrids unceremoniously shot. Sometimes I wonder if I've really gained the trust of my allies in XCOM. Perhaps I'll meet my end at a gun barrel in the name of this revolution. For all I did to absolve my sins in my service to ADVENT, I still didn't do much in this war. Perhaps I could have done more. As it stands, I hold the rank of SSGT- Staff Sergeant. I hold no regrets for those ADVENT troops I have killed. They might have not deserved this, but killing them was the best thing I could do to save them.
For now, I can only introspectively muse on such things. Fate has a tendency to unfold in ways one may least expect it- and as for what's coming in the future, I can only wait and see.
Unit AT-3156, XCOM Specialist, signing off.
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Post by Ziv Adler on Feb 17, 2017 23:59:23 GMT -5
Ziv Adler Personal Log 21:00 October 2, 2035
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It's finally over. We've dismantled the Avatar project, the Elders have been defeated, and Advent is in complete disarray. There is still a ground war to fight, but the advantage now lies firmly with the resistance. Victory is just a matter of time.
Thus, I think my part in this war has come to an end. The resistance needs coordination, not a precision strike force, so Xcom will either transition to that role or simply wind down. Either way, they don't need me anymore.
One thing the Elders said during our fight is bothering me. "We seek to defy that which would consume us all". I can't be sure if they were lying, or if they were simply talking about defying death, but as ever there is a more worrying possibility. It is unlikely that that the Ethereals are the only advanced alien race out there. Perhaps the reason they went to such extreme lengths with the Avatar project is because they were running from another one, one even more powerful than them. If that is the case, our victory may not be a long-lived one.
Depending on how much of the alien technology we manage to salvage, I may be past fighting age before we face another invasion, if it happens at all. But if it does, I know Earth will be in good hands.
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My work here may be done, but there is still something I need to do.
Ziv set down his tablet, and went to find Keinitz.
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Post by HSAR on Feb 18, 2017 20:16:43 GMT -5
07:19:49 Tue Oct 02 2035 - On Board the Avenger
MSgt Keinitz finally managed to break away from the cheering and sat heavily in a corner of the armoury. She unclipped her chest rig, all pouches empty - even the red-striped reserve. Her Storm Gun came off its sling, muzzle blackened and charred from continuous fire. At the end, she had trusted the Commander enough to act on the order to charge into the midst of the final Avatar's guard.
Sadie set the gun in its cradle and wondered if the Commander knew how close she had been to taking action against him. Nikole claimed that she could not covertly read minds, but even the most formidable psionic soldier ever created by XCOM paled next to the Commander's power, so who knew? Maybe he had wanted her to die, maybe he didn't. Either way, despite all that had happened, she had pulled the trigger and killed the third Avatar - exactly as ordered.
She pulled off her ballcap and observed, with calm detachment, the tremor in her hands.
I have avenged my father.
As if the thought and the object were the same thing, Sadie spun the ballcap in her hands. She looked at it from a few different angles, felt the texture and weight of the material.
I have avenged Joseph.
She had been fighting her entire adult life. In many ways the war had shaped her - defined her, even. It had, on occasion, crossed her mind that she might be one of the most lethal beings on the planet. She had never known what to think of that. What did that mean, now?
We have won.
After a moment more, Sadie clipped the ballcap to her belt and headed back to the others. She might as well enjoy the moment.
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Post by Ziv Adler on Feb 27, 2017 11:17:07 GMT -5
13:24:38 Wed Oct 03 2035
Ziv found it odd how clear his thoughts were given the circumstances.
He'd always suspected it would end this way. Even if everything had gone according to plan and he'd gotten the drop on Caleb, there was a significant risk he would take Ziv down with him. But to die without knowing if he had succeeded, because of his own stupidity...
He should have trusted Sadie. The original plan might still have worked, and it would have been less risky.
The sounds of fighting in the next room stopped. There was one final burst of gunfire, then silence.
Then he heard Claire talking to Sadie. He couldn't make out the words, but it was clear how the fight had gone.
Ziv felt the tension leave him as his vision faded. It's over. The Mossad's monster is dead.
I hope it was worth it...
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Post by HSAR on Feb 27, 2017 13:51:54 GMT -5
13:24:20 Wed Oct 03 2035 - Somewhere in Canada
Her Predator armour whirred, putting pressure on her wounds, but Sadie knew it was futile. She had taken a number of wounds in her time. Far less than her fair share, she would admit, but a good number nonetheless - and she knew deep down that her injuries were fatal. That seemed to be an acceptable outcome, however. Whatever this Caleb had been, whatever had driven Ziv come here and end him - it had been for some kind of redemption, she guessed, and if so then she would have a little of that for herself, too. God alone knew she needed some.
She flashed back to a conversation that seemed like a long time ago, now.
As if you could stop me if you tried. Anyway, what's a few innocent lives compared to all the Advent I've killed? Some would call that a fair trade.
She hadn't responded, but deep down she had agreed. That is what the war has done to me, she thought. That is why it is better for me to die here. For he and I were not so different, after all.
She heard Claire taking a hit, and then the younger woman fired wildly - even near death, Sadie winced a little at her lack of trigger discipline. But it got the job done, she hoped. She hauled air into her remaining good lung and spoke as closely to normal as she could.
"Well done, Master Sergeant Bridges. If that is my last lesson to you, then it is a good one - it is always best to be the person who brought an automatic weapon to a knife fight."
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Post by littlebaron on Feb 27, 2017 14:37:01 GMT -5
When the Skyranger landed and Claire brought the news that Keinitz and Adler were dead, Julia left. She didn't wait for the funeral, nor did she stop to say goodbye. She packed her meager positions and walked down the ramp, looking back only once as she crested a grassy hill.
She did not know it, but she felt it in her gut- she would never see the Avenger again. She wasn't sorry, nor was she upset. It was simply over. There was nothing left for her.
She wandered across Europe on foot, and when the Resistance- not the Resistance, the UNRC- got the old ADVENT trains running again, she traveled by those too. No destination. No goal. She helped out where she could, but never for long. Berlin, briefly. Then London, Paris, and all the other great cities being torn down and built again. After many months of this, she heard a rumor that the old XCOM base had been discovered out in the wilds of Poland.
She didn't know why she went. Maybe it was about her service, or maybe it was about Ryan. Part of her entertained the thought that maybe some piece of him would be down there in those tunnels, some journal or video logs. More than anything, it was just a place to go and something to do.
The convoy arrived in the middle of the day, an uneventful trip that only months ago would've probably been lethal. The winding forest path brought them to an overgrown airbase, ensnared by vines and twisting roots. The old chain-link gates creaked open reluctantly, and the convoy was waved in by a group of UNRC soldiers. Julia hopped down off the back of a truck and made her way towards the entrance to the XCOM base, an elevator powered by a crude hand-crank generator. Long ago, it would've been powered by vast geothermal power stations, but those power stations had been offline for nearly two decades now.
When the elevator reached the bottom of the shaft, she was greeted by a Middle-eastern woman not significantly older than herself, with only a handful of lines on her face and streaks of gray in her hair.
Julia shook her hand. The woman's grip was firm, just short of uncomfortably tight. "Julia Shepherd," she said with a formal nod.
"Talia Ovdat."
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Post by Random Commander on Feb 27, 2017 18:45:48 GMT -5
Sunday, Oct 7, 2035 ----------------------------
"Unbelievable..."
"Yeh, I thought we was done wit' the death."
Doctors Saunders and Conway were at the last known location of Master Sergeants Adler and Keinitz, looking down at whatever had transpired. Another soldier, who was scanning the area, signaled the all-clear to the two.
"Thank you, Lance Corporal Tunbridge-"
He looked up to Lucy. "Er, Doctor, permission to vent?"
She raised an eyebrow, "...Ookay, go ahead?"
"To this day I'm still not sure if I was promoted because of my efforts in Germany or to fill up the ranks. I wanted to see the look on MSGT Keinitz's face when she has seen how far I've come. Despite her methods of training us, I found myself really thankful for her wisdom. Now I'm here and... well... she's dead." He scratched his head, "A real shock, yeah?"
"Son, if it's any consolation, you did good in our eyes."
Tunbridge took a deep breath. "Well, thanks... I guess." He double-checked his equipment and positioned himself in a ready state. "I'm going to secure the perimeter with the others. Do what you will, doctors."
Lucy smiled and waved after him, "good luck!"
When Tunbridge was out of earshot and the sliding door squeaked closed, Lucy then sighed. "We should get our guys back to base and give them a proper burial."
Conway nodded in agreement, "Aye, don't wanna leave 'em to da worms n' rats... or at least whatever's left in this here godforsaken facility."
They just began lifting Adler up when they heard a burst of gun fire and the sound of bodies dropping outside. They gently put him back down, Conway dashed for where he saw Sadie's shardgun last, and Lucy took hold of Adler's pistol. Lucy wasn't sure how much combat experience she retained, but she did know Conway had seen action before he joined XCOM, and knew what to do.
The door slid open and a familiar looking fellow walked in - a skull on his plated shoulderpad and a skeleton mask covering his face. Lucy immediately identified him and glared in disbelief. "Are you serious right now!?"
Mike shrugged, "Well, maybe those guys out there weren't serious - this doesn't look like a restricted area to me."
"It damn well is!" Donny spat, "Can't you see some of our finest men done kicked the bucket 'ere!?"
"Wait, seriously? Oh... Shit, you're right!" Mike nonchalantly walked over to Adler's corpse despite the weapons being pointed at him. "Ah, hell, sorry mate" he said to the deceased Sniper. "Wanted to see you in better shape, but... I guess you're lucky."
He thumbed over his shoulder to the body of Keinitz, "Don't know who this bitch is, but she's lucky too."
"Respect the dead you creepy bastard!" Lucy growled.
Mike threw his arms to each side, "Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"It is when your friend bashed you over the head with the stock of a rifle the first time you met!"
"Besides, you're fuckin' filled with psionic power, how can we trust you won't just take control of us like you did with me!?"
Mike just sighed. "I'm sorry you two feel that way... Look, I've been having a bad day with my entire crew dead, and I want to make up for my sins by joining XCOM. I just need to know where to sign up."
"Are ya sure? You don't sound sure, pardner."
"Pretty sure. The invasion's not over and I'm down on my luck. I'm pretty sure XCOM can use another psionic onboard."
For some reason, Lucy found herself thinking about the old base in Poland. It might serve as a new Resistance - or whatever they called themselves now - central base of operations. Perhaps she could--
"Poland, eh?" Mike interrupted, "Old base, too? Seems like a good place to start."
"Woah, woah wait!" Lucy desperately shouted, which made Mike cock his head sideways, "Unless my ears are deceiving me, you must've killed our perimeter patrol."
"Ah, Aha... haha... ha... I was hoping you didn't hear that." Without another word, Mike summoned a mist of psionic energy and blasted Conway with it. Lucy immediately fired, but it grazed Mike's armor. He reacted by drawing his shotgun and blasting Lucy's arm off in one slug. Before she knew it, Lucy was on the floor and Mike towering over her victorious in a matter of seconds. Something came over Mike's eyes... sorrow? Pity? Shock? Regardless, he did something unforseen and put Lucy in a psionic field - a stasis bubble.
"I... didn't want to hurt you that bad" he started, slowly circling Lucy. "To tell the truth, I think... I think whoever this 'devil' is, is really fond of you for some reason. Yes, he was a pawn of an ancient power, and yes, he made me do the craziest of shit, but... We were both used. There is something bigger than the Ethereal ones out there, and with them dying out, these... 'Ancients' have turned on humanity. XCOM is going to fight a losing battle, and they will suffer highly while fighting it. I'm... I really don't want to let my friends suffer-- Not my friends... /his/ friends."
At this point, Lucy was out of the stasis bubble and resumed bleeding out. She was shivering - it was cold and painful shivering. "I never really wanted to join a losing battle anyway - I wanted to give humanity mercy."
"J...Just...Give them a chance!"
"The cycle is just going to keep happening, Saunders. Whoever survives in XCOM is just in for another war... a much longer war. A war they're not capable of winning. I... We have to do this."
Mike closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his pupils have dilated, a darker aura surrounding him. He didn't quite look like himself, but he was still the same Mike Thomas that Lucy knew, except...
I'm so sorry, cousin.
Lucy's eyes widened, but he left without another word. The door slid closed and trapped Lucy in this facility, to join this mass coffin of XCOM personnel. She was to die alone while this man roamed the world attempting to destroy humanity despite itself...
But why would he of all people be doing this?
It really hurt, but Lucy got up and steadied herself, rebelling against her fate. With her remaining hand, she fumbled for something in her field wear, searching every pocket until she produced a med-kit that she nearly forgot about. She applied it to her bleeding stub of an arm - whereas it won't grow back fully, she can still make plans for her own bionic arm someday with her newfound engineering skillset. She looked around and checked her surroundings - Conway was past dead, and she believed all the other soldiers were no match for a powerful psionic such as Mike. But there's something more important to deal with, first.
I have to notify Firebrand and the Avenger... ASAP!
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Post by Blacknife on Feb 28, 2017 13:38:36 GMT -5
George stared with blood shot eyes and with quivering breaths at the foot-long, gaping hole in his chest. Blood flowed out of his mouth at an uncontrollable rate, as he coughed and spluttered what ever was left of the red liquid into the leg of the ADVENT MEC that still had a bloodied fist from the squad that it had just slaughtered.
How… How?
We were in a secure post, ADVENT had been cleared out of this area of the city for days; countless soldiers lost for only meters of ground to every building that they could get their hands on- the battles were slow but worth it, every meter gained was another meter for the Human race.
This was all futile, we all die in the end.
George had now realized this- no amount of training or time in XCOM would ready you for a stray ADVENT MEC finding its way into the building with you almost silently, there was no sentries as they were all fighting on the front; and why would there be ADVENT this far back in the city?
George could only think about how he failed as he looked around the room to see all his people in broken bundles or gored spews on the walls, their entrails were indifferent from the others: men or woman, even child. They all looked the same from where George was sitting.
He watched as the MEC scanned the room and walked off to carry on with its route. At this point George gave up trying to think, but this was all he could do from his position- he couldn’t feel anything, even his reaction to pain was just an involuntary reaction his body followed.
His eyes followed the MEC as it walked away from its work leaving George with nothing with silence for a few still seconds before-
-nothing.
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