I ordered the team to extract from the mission after learning that no-one brought along electroflares. No-one brought electroflares, on a
night op.
I ordered one of our Barracuda units to intercept the craft once it took off.
However, it couldn't keep up and the craft was lost.
Damn shame, that. The boys were looking for some action, especially our MaxClone. Don't quite know if I can trust him yet or not. He seems a wee bit...unstable.
I decided to hire 18 more scientists. Can't hurt to have the most people possible working on ways to kill those alien bastards.
The new general stores were finished. More space for weapons!
Dr. Doktorov was complaining that he only had band-aids and a rusty saw for his office. So, I decided that we could spare some newly-acquired scientists to research medkits.
Research complete!
Good thing it'll function above and below water. I have a feeling that will be helpful...
And, despite intensive research into developing a working weapon, we have yet to develop working ammunition. We need better scientists. How can you develop a weapon and be sure that it works without any ammo?
I ordered Gauss Pistol production to begin immediately. Maybe they'll be done by the time we researched how to put ammo into them.
I ordered one of our Barracuda units to intercept the craft once it took off.
However, it couldn't keep up and the craft was lost.
Damn shame, that. The boys were looking for some action, especially our MaxClone. Don't quite know if I can trust him yet or not. He seems a wee bit...unstable.
I decided to hire 18 more scientists. Can't hurt to have the most people possible working on ways to kill those alien bastards.
The new general stores were finished. More space for weapons!
Dr. Doktorov was complaining that he only had band-aids and a rusty saw for his office. So, I decided that we could spare some newly-acquired scientists to research medkits.
Research complete!
Good thing it'll function above and below water. I have a feeling that will be helpful...
And, despite intensive research into developing a working weapon, we have yet to develop working ammunition. We need better scientists. How can you develop a weapon and be sure that it works without any ammo?
I ordered production of gauss pistols to begin immediately. Maybe they'll be done by the time we figure out how to put ammo in them.
Living quarters was finally built. Now we have a place to put some more techs and scientists.
Oh hey! We finally researched how to
put ammo into a gun we are already constructing.
Well, at least we can research Gauss Rifles now. Hopefully they will be better than, oh, I don't know, shooting
harpoons at aliens with
sonic weapons.
Well, nothing much happene-
Contact! And it was still light outside...
I dispatched the Triton immediately.
Right. Before I enter the footage of the battle, let's meet our squad.
This is Blomberg. He doesn't talk much, but he's cautious. Not a bad shot, either.
This is Master Manta. A bit skittish, but a damn good sniper. She's always checking around corners for "ambushes".
This here is Cesare. He volunteered to carry the stun rod, so that's a point in his favor. He professes to be from Mexico, when he does talk at all.
Bruce is a bit puffed-up about himself. Don't know why, because until now he was just another salvager.
This is Hawkwood. Poor guy is terrified that one day he's going to meet a Chryssalid. I keep telling him that they're all dead, but I don't know if he believes me.
This is Xantalos. Since the war started, he's been itching for action. He carries that big gun around, but I don't know how fast he can move with it.
Joe Bridger is...odd. He keeps rambling on about 'Nam, even though the war happened before he was born. When he figured out what we were fighting, he started swearing and didn't stop until he was forcibly restrained.
This is our resident medic, Dr. Doktorov. Right now, he doesn't have a medkit, so he is understandably miffed about that. He gets a bit grumpy whenever he has to deal with injuries.
This is our MaxClone. We were "isssued" him, along with 5 others just like him. From the files I had clearance for, he sounds dangerously unstable. He kept asking for a bigger gun, and I swear I saw a tear when I told him we didn't have any more.
Lord Ragnarok 1 is at base for this one, driving the Coelacanth by remote. He would rather be engaging in gentlemanly duels, I'm sure of it.
BEGIN BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDINGRagnarok: Right then, everybody listen up. I'm taking the Coelacanth out first. Follow me in, and keep your eyes peeled. I don't think the aliens will be especially chuffed to see us, so watch each others backs out there.
Ragnarok: Nothing yet...wait. Contact! One of the blighters just over there!
Bridger: Why that no-good back-stabbin' cattle-mutilatin' ship-sinkin' sumbitch!
Blomberg: Cool it, Bridger. Save your insults for when you have a clear line of fire.
Ragnarok: Lining up a shot...got 'im!
MaxClone1: What, no explosion? Bring missiles next time!
Xantalos: Everybody out! Go go go!
Hawkwood: Fan out. I'm sure the rest of them are around here somewhere.
Master Manta: I'll take a team up here. Wait! I think I heard something...
MaxClone1: I see him! Eat steel death, alien scum!
Thomson: Nice shot, Max. I could've done better though...
Ragnarok: More? These aliens grow bothersome.
Bridger: That's what you get, slime-sucking alien bastards!
Doktorov: Oh, zis is unpleasant. Can anyvun get a clear shot?
Hawkwood: Lining up one now.
Hawkwood: Jesus!
MaxClone1: Ka-boom, baby!
Xantalos: I love the smell of dead aliens in the morning.
Blomberg. Xantalos, you're wearing a diving suit. You can't smell anything.
Xantalos: A man can dream, can't he?
Bridger: Well, back in 'Nam, I smelled-
Ragnarok: Focus, please! This is irritating my refined senses. Let us continue our mission.
Ragnarok: I believe I see the alien craft. I am approaching it now. Everyone else, fall in. Cesare and Max, you will breach the craft.
Cesare: Si.
MaxClone1: Awright!
Ragnarok: There is an alien behind the ship. Doktorov, can you deal with it?
Doktorov: If I must...
Doktorov: It didn't scream. Keep an eye on zat vun.
Blomberg: Roger.
Ragnarov: Cesare, Max, prepare to breach.
Blomberg: Hey, that guy got back up!
Blomberg: Stay dead next time!
Cesare: Hijo de puta!
Hawkwood: Well, that one's dead.
MaxClone1: Here we go!
MaxClone1: Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker!
END BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECRDINGWell, that went well.
Promotions are in order, it seems.