Jackson looks away nervously, staring at his shoes. mumbling something about "I did not kill him...."
Explain how the green on green was not my responsibility - if needed, drop the responsible agent in the cacky to cover my own back. Once that is done, have a wander around the base to get a feel for the layout.
Theodor returned the interrogator's stare firmly. The chatter of the communications system should be enough for them to determine what had happened.
"One of our teammates decided to use a grenade to open a hole on a sloped roof and it predictably fell near agent Lindon, screwing him almost completely. He was still alive, but the aliens' grenade finished the job our companion's started. That's the gist of it."
Deliver the answer to the interrogator.
The interrogator seems to record all your words and body movements on a pad, showing little emotion.
....
"And who exactly threw this grenade?"Kane all but blurts out it was Jackson.
"That confirms what we knew."He turns to Jackson, his face turning to stone.
"...if this was any other situation, I'd have you washed out and court martialed for recklessness. You killed one of your teammates-that's not a gold star. It was a pointless waste of life, since you could have inserted any number of ways.
As is, Xcom can't afford to remove you. Yet. You'll spend the next few weeks in firearms safety courses, boning up on the basics.
I'll be your tutor. So if you mess up after I'm done with you, I'll quite literally shoot you myself. Do you understand?"=====================================================================================
Flashback...
"I suppose," she said lightly to Delorean. She liked him, seemed reliable.
"My apologies then," she said to the other one, trying to keep most of the smirk out of her voice.
He seems to consider you again, in a different light. He turns to face you, and you see his eyes a pleasant shade of gunmetal blue.
That's certainly something you've picked up on-he rarely speaks without thinking it over first. Not to be mistaken for a slow mind-it's calculation.
"You're certainly a woman of few words, Ma'am. Can I ask your name?" He says politely, a small smile playing about.
He must know your name-you doubt this man would miss an obvious bit of intel on who he is gaurding-but he's asking for it all the same. Or to be more precise, permission to use your name.
...
The other one (mentally, he doesn't really exist in your level of atmosphere) seems to withdraw into his own thoughts. Twisting the ring harder than ever. He seems to get an inkling of something between you and his friend, and gives Delorean an ugly sideways glance.
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Omaha Beach VREd tries to concentrate on his real self... [3, 6+1=7]
Screw this, he's not that old-and whoever said old was weak? He feels his strength coming back in spades-where before he was an old man, waiting to die...now he feels the strength of a generation of training and experience coming back to him. A veteran now, he must have seen it all. He can take on anything.
(+1 to All rolls for the rest of the VR)Carinthir checks his weapon-looks free of dirt and grit-and prepares to rush.
(+1 Dexterity)Ria tries to read the situation...the shore is getting closer, and so is the volume of fire-not only guns, but artillery too, sending spraying water and sand into the air. She grits her teeth and hunkers down.
Andrew Andrea seems more interested in herself than the mission at hand. She takes a good...long...look. Well, from this perspective it's quite...illuminating. She's sure she is a pretty girl..but do Women really have to carry all this around? All the time?! She feels like somethings going to fly off if she runs too fast...
Still, she can't help but look at the other girls and feel a bit self conscious. They seem prettier to you. Like, oh my God. Life is so hard!
...where did that internal valley girl accent come from?
Feeling confused and slightly turned on by himself, he makes a mental note to follow the others-let someone else go first!
(-1 to all hostile attack rolls)Lake hunkers down, feeling like a piece of meat tossed onto a grill
(-1 to next hostile attack roll)Alexande prepares to dash for his (virtual) life.
(+1 Dexterity)Aria hunkers down into the lander, wishing she had some cheese to nibble.
(-1 to next hostile attack roll)...
Volleys of bullets begin to strike the lander as it beaches itself on shore.
[1d10=1]
[1d8=4]
A whickering blue energy bolt sneers toward Andrew/Andrea...
[1d6-1=2][8]
But the person in front of him (Lake) pulls him down before it can scorch his pretty blonde head. Wait, Blonde?
...
Ed [6+1] Ed leads the charge, first out of the lander. The bolts of energy fly past him, and he feels no fear. Only when the others have found cover does he do so himself.
Casually, not really hurrying at all. He even has time to plan his teams next move-right up the center left, where a burning crater is giving enough smoke cover to shield their advance.
Damn, this feels good.
(Under Cover, cannot be targeted this turn, Can transition to next cover without rolling)Carinthir [2] barrels out, immediately hitting a patch of something wet and slimy-seaweed-and falling on his face. He's completely open to enemy fire...
Ria [6][5+1] Ria dives for cover, but leans out, preparing to fire...
(Under Cover, cannot be targeted this turn)Andrew[4][6+1=7] Andrea/Andew feels a burst of spidery feminine agility (despite his earlier misgivings, this body feels alot more...dexterous) and scrambles under cover-and he can see a clear line to his next mark too. That's pretty useful information.
(Under Cover, cannot be targeted this turn, Can transition to next cover without rolling)Lake [4][1+1=2] Lake underestimates the weight of the metal tanks on his back-he slides in the surf with a curse, and goes down spread eagle, exposed to enemy fire.
Alexande [1][3+1=4] Alexandre scrambles out of the lander, staying low-he finds cover under some spiky metal contraption.
(Under Cover, cannot be targeted this turn)Aria [6][5+1=6] runs under one of the tank traps quickly, alongside Alexandre-they look like giant metal jacks-and feels momentarily safe.
(Under Cover, cannot be targeted this turn)...
The team haphazardly returns fire-but at this range, it's more for keeping the enemies heads down than killing them. They're still in their bunkers and nests, tearing the beach apart, trying to kill you.
((Team Ammunition depleted 10%, -1 to all enemy attack rolls this turn.))[1d10=7] ((Btw, this the amount of enemy attacks in a volley))
[1d8=7, 1, 5, 6, 8, 5, 5, 8] ((and this is the number pertaining to you, with Ed being 1 and Aria being 7. An 8 is just miss))
Aria, Ed and Alexandre feels a spray of plasma burst against their respective covers, slightly melting them-but leaving their bodies unharmed. Woo!
Unfortunately, the Alien gunners see a juicy opportunity. A few bursts of blue energy arc toward an unprotected
Lake...
[5-1=4]
[2-1=1]
[6-1=5]
[1, 1]
...he opens his eyes after a second, hesitantly. He's unharmed!
It seems the shots were blocked...by...the explosive tank...on his back..
His world is engulfed in fire and pain. Ow. The Fire feels real!
Agent Lake Has been terminatedLake regains consciousness in the VR room, being carried out by two soldiers. Abello smiles sarcastically as you're taken to a stretcher and a Doctor-all precautions, since you're not actually hurt.
"...ahh, was the simulation a bit too hot to handle, maybe?" Abello comments dryly, writing a fat black X beside your name on her clipboard.
((Did you get my action?))
((Link please? I'll retcon you into this turn, I guess.))
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