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Post by Random Commander on Dec 2, 2014 10:12:49 GMT -5
Tom was pacing around the common room in his suite when his personal device beeped. He wondered if it was Keith sending him hate mail. That bastard doesn't know sorry from smug, he wouldn't put it past Keith to mock him.
Nope. It was from the friendly neighborhood armorer. It shouldn't be that bad, right?
Tom opened the message to see the picture of a rat. Below it was Garth's message. "You forced me to do about 100 pages of paperwork because of your charade, consider this payback, Tom 'Rat' Saunders!
- Garth, Armourer.
P.S.: Snitches get stitches."
"God fucking dammit!" This was the least expected nickname he would get. He expected something like 'Lunatic' or 'Wanted', but if this keeps up XCOM may as well cover as a zoo! Next thing he knows nicknames like 'Elephant' and 'Kitty' will pop up, along with designated logos on their arm--
Tom imagined himself walking around with a rat on his armor. That made him pissed, but then he remembered Thurston had to run around with a goat on his, and felt a tad better. "Motherfucker should graze on his own damn grass" Tom muttered.
He put the personal device away and paced a bit faster in frustration. Who knows what anyone could do next?
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Post by Ze Test Itself on Dec 2, 2014 12:05:31 GMT -5
Engineering, the place where all the magic happens. Trained professionals dash all across the large workshop, scrambling to create new weapons or improved equipment.
thump crash bang thump
Conveyor belts supply parts and engineers put them together, following blueprints developed by the science team.
bang crash slam-bang
All of these constructs would be tested rigorously, prototypes thrown into the bin over and over, until everything was perfect.
Slam Thrash Thump Slam
The area was noisy, but no one there minded. They had been training their entire lives, and the endeavors of XCOM would push their skills to the limit.
CRASH BANG SLAM CRASH
And amidst all of this hard work, one of the engineers turns their head towards their friend and asks them a question.
"Do you... hear something?"
SMAAAASSHHHH!
The main vent fell off of its hinges, crashing onto the floor, and following it a man falls out of the vents and lands on his back, bruised and battered. Screams erupt throughout the workshop, all production stopping as eyes fall onto the man who fell from above, and an engineer ran up and kneeled next to him. "He's breathing, but I think he might be concussed or something..." Another engineer, this one old and official-looking, shouted out: "Get him to the infirmary, now!" He commanded, and the engineer kneeling down got up and ran out of the workshop to go get the doctors. A few minutes later, and the mysterious man was lying on an infirmary bed, groaning in his sleep.
"averriiiih...." Oliver mumbled. "gracohh... averiiih...."
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Post by Daniel Vázquez on Dec 2, 2014 18:09:44 GMT -5
-“So… a prank?” – Daniel took a drag of his cigarette – “… I’m starting to get too old for this”
A Blueshirt was dead and that guy from Alpha was in the infirmary, the man who did that escaped with the location of the facility an ID card and dressed like one of the engineers… Daniel didn’t know much about that things but his ID card has a magnetic line on the back and he used it for access places like the gym and the armory. That ID could be replicated? If it was the case… they could use it for break XCOM security? Daniel shook his head and once again breathed the smoke.
The paintball incident was one thing but that chain of events… Daniel also heard that Thurston was in the infirmary, that they had found him unconscious in a hallway stinking to alcohol. That didn’t look like the Thurston he knows, Daniel Knew that Thurston was a heavy drinker, well the entire facility knew that, but Daniel also knew that Thurston never was going to drink until pass away in the middle of a hallway… but in the other hand he stole a traffic cone not so long ago.
He took a glance around him, the bar was virtually empty– “In fact” – he thought – “That’s normal after what happened.”- He put off his cigarette and asked for a non-alcohol drink to Fahmida who was behind the counter, Bravo was on watch that day and shooting Slater by mistake because of the alcohol wasn’t going to help to prevent the simultaneous heart attacks that the Commander, at this pace, would have before the end of this war- “At least nobody will take my rank in the space invaders’ game”- He thought looking at the vacant arcade. The only sound in there was the TV and the murmuring of the other soldiers talking each other. In the TV they were talking about the aliens; almost everything in the news was about them since Atlanta.
He noticed as well that lately a lot of soldiers were wandering around the base without much to do, since the HQ entered in lockdown everyone around here were getting more and more anxious, the only true alert had been resolved by Charlie without much effort, they said Dogovich had been wounded in that mission, but also said that he was made of iron or maybe something near to it cause he was only wounded and that was a direct “flashy green” impact.
However, Daniel didn’t care much about the lockdown; Bravo was still on restriction so he couldn’t go out even though the base wasn’t locked. But the others... for example Serena, that girl from Alpha, he didn’t talked to much with her; actually, they never talked each other, but he passed her in a hallway and she looks incredibly pale. He finished his drink and ordered another one, like always he was overthinking thinks; he took another cigarette from his pocket and lighted it up.
Fahmida looked at him deeply in the eyes. Daniel sighed.
-“Ok… I’ll put it off”
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Post by littlebaron on Dec 2, 2014 18:17:42 GMT -5
To: Lt. Ziv Adler, Lt. Ivan Dogovich Cc: James Wu
I think we can all agree that these first two months, though successful on the field, have been a goddamn nightmare in the base. After Paintgate and the shitstorm after that prank, I am beginning to seriously doubt the effectiveness of the XCOM project. Without some sort of immediate and extreme measures, the next shenanigans could very well have us all going the same way as that late blueshirt. If we cannot control our own soldiers, I don't see how we even stand a chance against the aliens. I advise that we work together along with Wu and the staff to ensure that none of these clusterfucks ever happen again.
CPL Ryan Shepherd
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Post by Random Commander on Dec 2, 2014 22:08:06 GMT -5
Tom tossed and turned in his bed. He was once again trying to sleep off his stress, but it doesn't seem to be working. He thinks about why he even considered just blowing the damn goat's head off, he knows better now but Thurston ignored him, and insulted him, even hurt him! Tom knows it will take a considerable effort to change Thurston's mind if he is as stubborn as his nickname suggests. He flipped in his bed, facing the wall adjacent to it. How will he explain this to him? How will he explain this to Dogovich and all of Charlie? How will he explain it to his other fellow soldiers?
How will he explain it to Serena?
Tom covers his eyes in shame, "Oh god, she must hate me now! She might as well think I was the prankster!" Tom sniffles, Keith really did make his life harder...
The door in the common room opens. "Tom?" asked a pretty, somewhat angelic voice, "You there?"
Tom jolted up. "Serena!?"
Subsequently the door to his bedroom opened. In walked a female security guard, escorted by another security guard he doesn't know. The female one he recognizes though.
"Oh. Durand."
"I heard about the scuffle with Thurston" Officer Durand said, "you should have known better than to say what you said to him."
"But it's the truth!" Tom replied in defiance, "sometimes you have crazy thoughts that you feel sorry for!"
"Keith was also unstable at the time, not to mention he was concussed, too. We all thought he did it way before you told the Sergeant on him, I understand why you did what you did."
Tom sighed in relief, "at least someone understands me..."
"I understand everyone. I have to, otherwise incidents like the 'sectoid in the vents' will happen more often, except less prank and more violence."
"True that."
"So give me your own perspective, what did you do and why did you do it?"
Tom took a deep breath. "Let's start at when the alarm rang. I popped up out of by bedroom, promptly got my loadout ready..."
"In your bedroom?"
"Dogovich has this thing where we should have our gear with us at all times when we are on deck."
"He's ever the military thinker, eh? Continue on."
"I rushed to the control room, where the fracas is, and the door was apparantly locked. Many other soldiers were there ready to kick alien ass, but eventually Thurston came out with the sectoid hand. I was mad enough that I thought about blowing his head off--"
"Which most likely would've kicked you out of the XCOM project and subsequently executed for your crime."
"Yes, so I thought about what else I could do, and that's when I... er..."
"Ratted Thurston out to Farell?"
Tom tensed, "I WOULD RATHER YOU NOT USE THAT WORD!"
Astrid reeled back and giggled, "Sorry, forgot about the nickname you were given. What happened after that?"
"There was talk that Thurston wasn't the actual culprit because he wouldn't be childish enough to pull such a stunt. Knowing I fucked up, Thurston would be upset if he found out who did it, so I felt like I had to... apologize. I set off to find him, and I did, but he were unconscious and bleeding from the head."
"Goodness! Did you help him?"
"I panicked a bit, thinking the escaped prisoner killed him, so I thought he was beyond helping. I wanted to not cause another alarm and set him up so that he seemed drunk and not... well... 'dead.'"
"Ah, so you did not realize you had the power to help a fellow soldier. Thurston's state had you thinking that he had already passed on."
"Exactly, but obviously I was wrong."
"You know, you could have just ended your escapade there."
"But the culprit was still out there and I was going to damn well make sure he, she or they were going to pay for what they did."
"With a loaded shotgun?"
Tom stared, "No, it was full of simun--"
"With a loaded shotgun?" Durand repeated.
"I swear it had training rounds!"
"You must have misremembered something because you were only allowed simunition during squa--"
"I made an agreement with the armorer to allow me this special case."
"That's not what I found in the logs."
Tom squinted further in disbelief. Astrid's smile disappeared, but she didn't glare at Saunders, which was a relief to him.
Durand continued, "No use lying, Tom. You didn't win the argument. You raged and took your same loadout with you, the stress preventing you from realizing those were live rounds"
Tom put his palms on his forehead and sighed. "Fine, so I went with live rounds. I wasn't going to use them anyway..."
This time Durand DID glare. "What the fuck do you want!?" Tom shouted at her.
"The truth, Saunders. You are a liar, a killer, a convict, and now a snitch, please, just PLEASE don't make it worse on yourself! This situation is stressful for the both of us already, no need to intensify it eh? Just tell the truth and get it overwith."
Tom sighed again. "Fine, so in my lust for revenge I was planning on killing the pranksters like the APPARENT PSYCHO I AM. Has it occurred to anyone that I didn't want to be a lunatic?"
Astrid tilted her head. "Really? Wouldn't have guessed." Tom glared at Durand, but her curiosity was genuine.
He blinked. "Well... I don't want to be feared. Now that I have a break from everyone and almost everyTHING trying to kill me, I just want to live life as if I was a normal person, but people like those culprits and Keith are making it harder for me to do so!"
"I hardly classify life in XCOM as 'normal,' with all due respect."
"Hey, intermittent things trying to kill you are better than constant things trying to kill you, am I right?"
Durand laughed, Tom laughed after her.
"Alright" Durand said when the laughter subsided, "I guess you are good to go then."
"Am I being released!?" Tom asked.
"Yes, actually. I asked Farell to check up on you to see if you have calmed down yet, and if not I would try to make you calm, eh?"
Tom giggled again. "Quite the charmer, huh?"
Durand smirked. "If you think of me THAT way... just know I'm taken."
"Yeah, I know" he said, "I'm actually interested in someone else, anyway."
"Really?" Durand raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Who?"
Tom immediately blushed. "Ah... uhm... I wasn't aware you were interested in that sort of thing! Eheheh..."
"Well, security personnel do get bored. All the more reason I hooked up with Elric."
"How is he, by the way?" Tom couldn't help but notice that the other security guard is also blushing, trying to cover his smile with one hand. He's possibly imagining wedding bells in the future when the aliens are gone, most likely for the security X sniper couple.
Durand went into a trance. "Cuter than ever. The guy was nice to try and set up a romantic little setting for the two of us. Too bad logistics wouldn't let him..."
"Aw, that's too bad." Tom leaned forward, "You do realize he's in an active squad, right?"
"Yes" Durand replied, "but he handles himself very nicely. Being a sniper he's constantly killing the aliens from behind the scenes, and Bravo squad is more than capable!"
Tom put on a serious face. "Sure, but shit happens. It is more than likely that they will get flanked and Bowman will bite the hot, plasma-y bullet. Remember what happened to Umber Onn?"
Durand thought about this as Saunders continued, "Thing is, nothing lasts forever, and when it ends, it hits HARD. We don't want a security guard to be extremely upset because she could do nothing to help a fatally wounded sniper in the field, you understand?"
Astrid's smile faded, but she still kept an unwavering positive attitude. "Thanks for that. I'll try not to be too upset if my dear Bowman gets struck down. You should feel the same for your loved one too, eh?"
"Ah, she's tough. She also packs rockets and will blast away any damn alien that gets in her way!"
"Knew it!" Durand's smile returned as she figures out who Tom fancies.
"...Knew what?" Tom remarked after a while.
"You have a crush on Mc'Ivor, do you?"
Tom turned a bright shade of red, the other guard looked a bit worried imagining a lunatic American man and a carefree Scottish woman together. "Was it that obvious?" Tom managed to spurt out.
"She is like, the only female rocketeer. Also, when you suddenly hugged her outside of her room, I knew something was up between you two!"
Tom scratched his head, it became a noticeable habit whenever he talked about people he was fond of. "Wow, um... Security footage can reveal a lot."
"Indeed."
Durand got up. "I suppose you want to drink yourself stupid at the bar, eh?"
Tom got up as well. "Hahaha! I suppose I need the booze after what has happened!"
The other guard, whom was usually silent, suddenly spoke. "I'll notify Farell that you've successfully pacified the lunatic." He led the two out and then went his separate way.
Durand winked as they got to the bar, "If I remember, I'll give her a good word for you."
Tom smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."
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Post by Ze Test Itself on Dec 2, 2014 23:09:07 GMT -5
Oliver ran into mission control, with an assault rifle in hand. He could hear banging coming from the roof, was that why he had been called here? "Whats going on?" He shouted over the banging, looking for its source. "The aliens are here! They're coming through the vents!" Someone shouted, and Oliver turned his head to a large vent, and sure enough, sectoid hand's were poking through the grate, and a lot of them. Oliver raised his rifle, prepared, before the grate fell off of its hinges and hundreds of sectoids flew out of the vent, scrambling across the entire room. "Holy... THATS A LOT OF THEM!" Oliver shouted, firing his rifle wildly, killing a few aliens but not enough. The sectoids began launching plasma bolts across the room, destroying computers and killing the mission control personnel. Oliver quickly dashed out of the room and shut the door tight, breathing heavily. "How did they find us?! There's no way we can take on that many..." He said, walking away from the door, before looking around. He spotted someone at the end of a corridor, and he ran up to them. As he approached, more appeared, until the entire of Alpha Squad was before him... and Bravo... and Charlie... And everyone who was unassigned to a squad, as well. "We need to move, their in through the vents, we need to-" Oliver couldn't finish before all of them raised their rifles at him, and Oliver slowly backed away. "What are you all doing?" He said, raising his own rifle... Wait, where had it gone? As he looked around to find where his weapon had gone, he realized that his armour had disappeared as well, and he was only dressed in the standard casual soldier outfit. "Oh shit..." He murmured, scared. And then, the bullets flew. Oliver screamed as blood erupted from his body and bullets ricocheted off the metal wall's, and gunfire muted all noise. He fell down onto the ground, his greenish sweater now stained red. Two people walked up to him, rifles aimed down. Grarock and Averill looked down at him, their face emotionless and their eyes completely white. "Grarock... averill... don't-"
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Oliver lurched up, letting out a light scream, before gasping for air. "What the..." He murmured, looking around the extremely white room. A woman, dressed in a bright white as well, came up to him. "Oh good, you're finally awake." She said, with a slight undertone of relief. Oliver pressed his hand against his head, groaning. "What... what happened?" He asked, looking down at himself, noticing a few things. He had bruises all over him, and there was some blood... but no bullet wounds or anything. "Well, you fell from the sky. Or you fell from the vents, to be more specific." The nurse replied. "It's amazing that you didn't break any bones, though the main vent in engineering is thankfully pretty close to the ground." Oliver tried to remember what had happened, before it all came back to him. "Shit, I fell into engineering?" The air current must of been stronger than he thought. The nurse nodded, picking up a clipboard and looking through it. "Apparently. But more importantly, why were you in the vents anyway?" Oliver sighed under his breath. Here comes the interrogation... "I... I..." Oliver put both his hands onto his forehead and closed his eyes. "I... don't remember." He said, letting out a breath. The nurse nodded, putting the clipboard down. "I'm not surprised, I'm amazed that you aren't in a coma right now." She made eye contact ominously. "Well, I'm sure you will remember... eventually." Oliver didn't reply, he simply climbed out of the infirmary bed, almost tripping over as his feet touched the ground. "Right, I'm going to the bar." He said, picking up his clothes off of a counter next to the bed and walking off. The nurse thought about stopping him but didn't bother. "Doesn't remember... wonder if that's true and he was just mumbling about Averill and Grarock randomly..."
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Post by Serena Mc'Ivor on Dec 3, 2014 0:08:38 GMT -5
Serena stood nervously outside the office in her ceremonial uniform, fist clenching uncertainly as her mind still tried to work out alternatives. No, no this was the best possible course of action. She raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the door beneath the small silver plague that read.
“Major James Wu”
“Come in” A subdued but authoritve voice stated from beyond the door.
Serena nodded, opening the door carefully and stepping to the other side, coming to attention before the desk and snapping to a sharp salute. Her eyes couldn't help but wander, Major Wu's office was like most, plain and utilitarian, though it had a few interesting touches, a half empty coffee mug, a small picture hung on one of the walls.
“Corporal Mc'Ivor,” Wu noted, “If this is about the perpetrators of the hand incident it's out of my hands... no pun intended.”
Serena shook her head. “No sir, this is of another concern.”
“Then you may have a seat,” He replied, gesturing to a chair.
Serena nodded, carefully pulling the chair out so as not to drag it on the floor before she sat down. Major Wu finished with the form he was in the process of filling before setting it neatly aside and looking up to Serena.
“Now Corporal, you have a query?” He asked, eye contact shifting to her as he directed his full attention.
Serena shuffled a bit nervously, eyes darting to one side in the wake of his almost inquisitive gaze.
“I think Lieutenant Adler might be covertly sending classified project information to his handlers in the Mossad.” Serena explained.
Wu frowned, leaning forwards and meshing his fingers together.
“That's quite a serious accusation Corporal, do you have any evidence to back up such a claim?” He asked.
“Swarsh,” Serena blurted slightly. “It seems he has experience bringing certain materials through logistics without the forms passing through official scrutiny; He informed me of the components the Lieutenant has requested, and they all add up to make a small server he could use to bypass XCOM net security.
Wu said nothing for a while, thinking it over in depth.
“I've spent a lot of time thinking about it sir, and that's the only thing I can see someone like Lieutenant Adler using a server for... I considered confronting him myself, but I figured we've had enough problems with people taking matters into their own hands already.” Serena explained.
“Quite,” The Major sighed, rubbing his brow in thought. “Now that we know of the discrepancy it shouldn't be too hard for our IT guys to isolate the server's signal and shut it down, though i'll have to speak to the commander on what to do concerning the Lieutenant.”
“If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion sir?” Serena requested, receiving an affirmative gesture from the major before she continued. “We can ill afford any further squad discordance, especially from someone in such a prominent position as Lieutenant Adler; I would suggest it's kept under wraps like the pranksters, shut down his signal, let him know you know what he's been up to and keep a close watch on his motions for a while.”
“That may just force him to be even more cautious,” Wu shrugged.
“By then hopefully security will be back up and we'll finally have all the holes in the Logistics department plugged.” Serena retorted.
Wu thought about it for a while, meshed fingers pacing up and down as he went over it in his head.
“In any case i'll have to take it up with the Commander, but i'll take your suggestion under advisement.” Wu replied. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention.”
Serena nodded, rising to her feet and snapping to the salute.
“Dismissed Corporal,” The Major nodded before going back to his work.
Serena relaxed slightly as she departed the office, mind still ticking over. That was one problem out of the way, she just hoped she'd done the right thing.
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Post by Ziv Adler on Dec 3, 2014 0:49:15 GMT -5
This is a problem.
Ziv sits in his room, wondering what to do.
She's trying to hide it, but Mc'Ivor has been nervous around me ever since she visited Swarsh in the infirmary. I can only assume he told her about my server, and she's afraid of what I'll do if I find out she knows. Understandable, given my profession.
I should've cut Swarsh out as soon as he recognized my writing. Not a mistake I'll make again. But I need to decide what to do about this.
He closed his eyes, and started to think.
Alright, what do we know?
- Swarsh knows I've built a server, but not what for. - Swarsh has told Mc'Ivor, who deduced I'm trying to contact the Mossad and feed them intel. Perhaps she thinks I already am. - Mc'Ivor fears I will kill her to stop her outing me. - Mc'Ivor hasn't told anyone yet, or I would not still be here. - Therefore, she is still deciding how to proceed. She wants to prevent further drama if she can avoid it.
Likely scenarios:
1) Mc'Ivor confronts me. Unpredictable. Could tell her (truthfully) that I've made almost no progress, and (falsely) that I've given up. Could offer to share intel from Mossad archive once I establish access. Come back to this later.
2) Mc'Ivor outs me to command, and they detain me immediately. Not much I can do about this without killing Mc'Ivor and Swarsh, which would be messy and damaging to Xcom. Not worth it. Disregard.
3) Mc'Ivor outs me to command, but convinces them not to detain me. Very likely. Avoids further drama, but allows Xcom to shut me down.
After considering his options, Ziv settles on a plan.
First, he transfers what he can from the server to his laptop. He won't be able to do much with it, but it will make reestablishing his hacks easier when he gets the server back.
Next, he sets up a failsafe on the server, and uploads some fake log files. When Xcom accesses the server to shut it down, it will fry the motherboard, rendering it inoperable. The log files will still be recoverable, and they will indicate that Ziv never managed to break Xcom's security.
That will stop them finding out where the server is. Even if they assume it's in my room, they can't search for it if they want to keep this quiet. That just leaves me with the job of getting a new motherboard and hacking in again through different channels. A setback, but not a total loss.
As a bonus, Mc'Ivor and Swarsh will think they've stopped me. This ties off their loose ends.
Ziv gives a sigh of relief.
Now, scenario 1. If she confronts me, what do I say?
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Post by Serena Mc'Ivor on Dec 3, 2014 6:34:19 GMT -5
-Inter Office correspondence-
CAPT Adam Baker- Officer Commanding XCOM Logistics. to: logistics staff.
subject: playtime's over.
I tried to be nice kids, but the gloves are coming off. Effective tomorrow, ANY STAFF found to have allowed contraband onto base, or to have issued out equipment for unorthodox reasons without my express permission will face IMMEDIEATE TERMINATION. No more stern talking to's, no more reprimands, if you fuck over this department again i will have you removed from this project and sealed in a maximum security prison in the middle of the fucking ocean until this war is over. The troops should not be using "You know what Logistics is like" As an excuse for their shit, I WILL NOT HAVE THIS DEPARTMENT BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE BASE.
On that topic, Shmitz, i want to see you in my office.
Also as you probably realised after we had to do stocktake of the ENTIRE LAB STOCK. Everything is accounted for, which means that the offending sectoid hand was brought back by a soldier via the skyranger. Because of this the Logistics department will be enforcing a mandatory decontamination procedure of all troops returning to base, save those who are wounded, as they become Medical's responsibility. This means there will be no pathing to the armoury via rooms, we will be handling return of weapons and armour the second they step off the skyranger, they will be sprayed down with disinfectant to ensure no alien contaminants make their way through, all pockets will be turned out and they will return to their rooms in their basic fatigues with nothing in their pockets but their OWN hands. This may seem a tad harsh but god damnit they're professional soldiers or at the bare minimum claim to be, and i will be fucked sideways by a Chryssalid before we have another repeat of this incident. All equipment required for this procedure has already been transferred to base.
Also effective immediately NOTHING and i repeat NOTHING comes in or out of this base without my say so. Every requisition form is going to come via my desk i am personally seeing to that. From this moment on, Logistics is a professional department, not the fucking corner store.
-CAPT Baker.
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CAPTAIN Adam Baker - Officer Commanding, XCOM Logistics.
to: All operational staff.
subject: Decontamination procedures.
Attention all operative staff. Due to recent events, we will be carrying out full decontamination on all troops upon returning to base from missions. Returning of gear and weapons will now be handled exclusively by the Logistics department. This includes skyranger pilots, and we'll be working with engineering staff to ensure proper decontamination of the skyranger itself. This procedure is non-negotiable.
-CAPT Baker.
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Post by Thenlar on Dec 3, 2014 9:05:23 GMT -5
May 1, 2015 - 1:00am.
As Bravo Squad traipses up to the access tunnel leading to the surface, Major Wu intercepts them by the last security door. He puts a hand on Corporal Shepherd's shoulder and then clasps his hand. "The Commander's decided to permanently make you Bravo's squad leader. Congratulations, Lieutenant. Try not to die before you can show them off in the bar." He smiles faintly, then walks away, leaving lieutenant's bars in Shepherd's hand.
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Post by Thenlar on Dec 3, 2014 10:06:09 GMT -5
Memo from the Commander To: LT Adler, Ziv
May 1, 2015 - 1:30pm.
Lieutenant, LCPL Grarock has confessed to his involvement in the sectoid hand incident. He claims to be the sole participant of the prank, though internal sensor logs indicate a second party's likely involvement. Nonetheless, it is Command's decision that we accept his claim at face value, though he now shoulders all burden of punishment.
You are directed to mark out a defensive trenchline surrounding the UFO that currently sits atop XCOM. Until it is dismantled, it may be a beacon to hostile forces. LCPL Grarock is to dig the trench.
Memo from the Commander To: LT Adler, Ziv; LT Shepherd, Ryan; LT Dogovich, Ivan
May 1, 2015 - 1:40pm.
I am forming Delta Squad. I will need each of you to give up one soldier each from your squads to form the cadre which Delta will coalesce around. One of them will need to be an assistant squad leader, as they will be receiving a commission to lieutenant, so choose someone you will be willing to have as a peer. A list of replacement soldiers will be made shortly available to fill the resulting hole in your squads.
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Slater
Lance Corporal
Wants a SHIV as a pet
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Post by Slater on Dec 3, 2014 10:50:38 GMT -5
"one in the morning, Why did A UFO have to crash land right on top of us at one in the god damn morning." Jumping out of bed and getting ready Slater rushed to grab his equipment. Running down to the armoury Grumbling all the way, "You would think that these aliens were aiming for us or something." Reaching the armoury Slater Quickly took his stuff and got battle ready. "What the hell is this thing?" The rifle humming ever so slightly in his hands "New Laser rifle, Dogovich tested it last time and now its your turn." Replied Garth Schmitz. Looking over the new piece of weaponry Slater turned it in his hand. "Well thanks for the big laser pointer, I guess."
Operation fallen druid
Standing in the aftermath Slater looked at the humming rifle in his hands. Low recoil, Amazing accuracy and it seems to light the air itself on fire. The first time he fired the thing he had almost fallen over from surprise, But it had turned a thin-man to dust. The heat sink seems to work well to. The last bit of the mission had gotten a little rough five maybe six seekers had come flying through the ruins. I had to get one of those bastards with a shot from under Shepherds arm. Glad this thing works the way I though it did or that would have been way worse. Chucking to himself Slater turns to walk back to the base. We should make more of these.
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Post by ivandogovich on Dec 3, 2014 11:03:34 GMT -5
To: Commander Thenlar From: LT Dogovich
RE: Delta Squad personnel request
May 1, 2015 - 1500
I am recommending that CPL de Korte be transferred to Delta Squad and placed in command of said squad pending your approval. CPL de Korte has demonstrated the tactical expertise and maturity to excel in this role.
LT Dogovich Sqd Leader Charlie Squad
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Post by ivandogovich on Dec 3, 2014 11:05:29 GMT -5
To: PFC Saunders From: LT Dogovich
RE: Demotion.
May 1, 2015 - 1500
Please report to the infirmary. I'd like to hear your side in all of this Craziness.
LT Dogovich Sqd Leader Charlie Squad
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Post by Daniel Vázquez on Dec 3, 2014 11:15:17 GMT -5
May 1, 2015 – 2:54 AM
Daniel entered in his room and turned the lights on. Bravo had accomplished another mission without trouble, Zhang had proven his worth in his first mission and that SHIV was quite useful too, Bravo was already thinking a nickname for tat thing. - “Tough little bastard” - Thought Daniel with a grin, that thing had been shot with one of those alien guns several times and just got scratched.
Daniel sat on the table yawning and after lighting up a cigarette he started to write: ------ Mission Report – Operation Fallen Druid.
The mission was a success, we didn’t had any lost or heavily wounded soldiers.
At 1:05 AM a XCOM interceptor shut down an alien craft and it crasher just on top of the XCOM facility, at 1:10 AM Bravo was deploy through one of the hidden exits, we emerge on a second floor of a building and by ropes we descend onto ground level.
The UFO was larger than the other ones that XCOM had cleaned; although the ship was certainly smaller than the one we had seen in the Operation Flying Law. We faced the common enemies we’re used to encounter in crashed sites, the smaller grey ones that are called “Sectoids”, four “Thin Men” and “Seekers” the enemy unit that can disappear in the middle of the combat.
The number of them in the other hand wasn’t the usual; we counted 17 aliens, most of them Seekers. The ship also had two enemy “Outsiders” type aliens; the team took care of them before they could do any real harm, Lieutenant Shepherd did a remarkable work in this Operation.
We were provide by a prototype of the new assault rifle that works with “Laser Technology” and a Super Heavy Infantry Vehicle (SHIV), Sergeant Zale was in charge of the prototype; it perform quite well, the weapon accomplished his function and Sergeant Zale didn’t had any trouble with it during combat. The SHIV prove his strength against the aliens weapons being shot in several occasions and still being able to maintain combat; his main gun was moderately effective against alien armor.
Bravo also had a new incorporation to the squad, the Corporal Zhang joined the team for replace the lost of Corporal Onn, he worked well under pressure, took down few hostiles and provide with suppression fire several times for the team.
I serve as a support unit and avoided combat as much as the situation allowed me, although I shot some rounds to weaken the enemy armor I didn’t finished any hostile.
By 2:00 AM we cleaned completely the area. We watched over the crashed ship and the dead bodies until scavenger team arrived to the surface
Cpl. Daniel Vázquez – Field Medic / Bravo Squad ----- Daniel read several times his report before clicking the “send” button and then served himself a glass of Scotch. Before turning off the laptop he checked his email once again: empty. Daniel sighed and after turning off the computer and drinking the glass he had on his hand went to bed.
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