BEGIN BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDING 3-8
Xantalos: "God, I love that smell."
Blomberg: "I'm out of harpoon rounds. Switching to gauss pistol!"
Doctorov: "Interestink. Ze gauss pistol provides a substantial increase in damage over its non-gauss counterpart...I shall have to test zis myself."
Doktorov: "Movink to investigate ze building south of ze transport. Keep me covered, ja?"
Manta: "Moving to cover outside the western structure. I think one of those bastards went inside."
Broomy: "Heeeere's Johnny!"
Thomson: "Did he just..."
MaxClone2: "Hey, it's appropriate for busting down a door. Don't question it."
Thomson: "Alright, I guess. Okay, moving up to cover Manta."
Cesare: "Moving to support the Doctor."
Hawkwood: "Wait, you don't mean..."
Doktorov: "Of course not! I vould never claim to be a thousand-year old demigod who time travels! Never! Not a chance!"
Hawkwood: "Uh-huh..."
Broomy: *waves gauss pistol* "I like to keep this handy... for close encounters."
Broomy: "Remember: short, controlled bursts."
Thomson: "That was full auto..."
Doktorov: "I am at ze building to our south. No sign of hostiles."
Manta: *kicks in door* "This room's clear!"
Doktorov: "Ze inside of ze building is secure. Strange, I see an X-COM crate..."
Command: "We'll mark those assets for the recovery team. Good eyes, Doctor."
Manta: "Holy shit!"
Manta: "Oh God. Squad, be advised, xenos may be hiding out of sight. Recommend clearing rooms with high-explosive."
Reginald: "Ohh yeah."
Xantalos: "That sounds like a plan!"
Blomberg: "The broom just opened a door. I'll go keep an eye on it."
Manta: "Okay, this time the room
is secure. Thomson, come on in."
Thomson: "Moving up."
Doktorov: "Movink to check ze next room."
Doktorov: "Room secure. Assuming firing position at ze vindow. Come on, aliens, I need to test zis gun."
Blomberg: "McBucket just walked out of the building. Following close behind."
Blomberg: "Okay, covering the broom."
Doktorov: "I think I hear something..."
Doktorov: "Strange, I could have svorn.."
Xantalos: "Ah, shit. Hey, Blomberg, check your 3."
Blomberg: "Damn! We really need to start looking behind doors. Hold on, lining up a shot."
Blomberg: "X-ray down."
Thomson: "Alien just outside the building. I can take him."
Thomson: "See? No problem."
Manta: "Moving to cover."
Cesare: "I thought I saw movement."
Reginald: "Movement? Alright, here come the big guns!"
Reginald: "Ka-BOOM, baby!"
Xantalos: "What the hell is McBucket doing?"
Reginald: "Showing more balls than you. At least he's going into the room to check it out."
Manta: "Hey, Thomson, over here. Get ready to breach this door."
Thomson: "Don't worry, I got it."
Thomson: *cha-KLUNK* "Room clear, no sign of hostiles."
Cesare: "I see one."
Doktorov: "Ah! It vas you I heard! Vell, taste my gauss pistol!"
Broomy: "He's dead, Jim."
Doktorov: "Jim? Who are you callink Jim?"
Command: "All right, people, that's a wrap. No more alien biosigns. Get back to the extraction point, Ragnarok brewed a lot of tea after his SWS blew up and it's getting cold."
Commander's Note: Blomberg got a promotion to lieutenant after that last mission, but for some reason Lord Ragnarok keeps calling him a
leftenant. Gets on my nerves.