The mission opens on a rooftop construction site. It's not a great map, but it does have a lot of cover if we can get deeper into it. The squad carefully advances through the half cover on the right side when-
-yeah, yeah.
Firefights with us in half cover is not the way to go in Impossible, but that's what we're looking at.
Bibliophile rushes the shipping container, eating reaction fire in the process. Kansa gives her some cover.
With a flank on the melded sectoid, it's only a matter of wasting taxpayer money.
Things are looking up. In fact, we might actually-
-oh for fuck's sake.
A xeno runs up to say hello. Kansa high-fives him with bullets.
Disgruntled, Bibliophile Ghost decides to phase into the shipping container.
Hey, that wasn't too bad. Maybe-
-DAMN IT.
A series of troubleshooting sessions later...
...the squad is out of trouble and decides to go looking for more. After they spray down Bibliophile, of course.
A long session of careful advancement is spoiled by one brain-dead sectoid.
Monkey Noggin is really on her game tonight.
So's Kansa.
The sectoid isn't, either. Gentleman Raptor gives him a pro bono lesson.
Noggin is less than spectacular with her reaction fire and takes a mouthful of plasma, but she'll live.
Raptor will too, for the moment. He does the right thing as incompetently as possible, missing his panicked return fire.
Bibliophile is a bit better off.
So was the sectoid that shot her.
Desperate for a game-changer, Raptor hustles up, intending to grenade the mind-melder in preparation for a follow-up attack from the ladies on the second floor. It ends... poorly. He will never enjoy another bootleg Twilight film.
Several more rounds pass, with Bibliophile again setting herself up as a pinnacle of accuracy while Noggin flails around spraying lead all over the sky, the mind-melder is put down, along with his linked buddy, by Kansa.
One of their friends objects to this. Forcefully.
Not enough, though. Bibliophile jumps from on high, and she and Kansa put it down.
Along with a couple more that sprint into the same ambush. Apparently all the soap operas have melted the rational decision-making portions of sectoid brains. Noggin takes the third floor, intending to scout. She carefully edges up to the lip of the roof, when-
-eh, it's expected by now.
After six or seven turns of Kansa and Bibliophile camping behind shipping crates and picking off sectoids one by one as they rush, there are only two left, both hiding in the small walled area. At some point Noggin took reaction fire, but that doesn't hurt her throwing arm. Her grenade kills one of the two, destroying the other's cover. Kansa cleans up.
Bibliophile is promoted to assault; Noggin is promoted to heavy. Kansa is promoted and takes the Sprinter ability, which allows him to move three additional tiles with each move. It doesn't sound like much, but holy hell it is. Raptor gets nothing, because he's dead. That's three injuries and one death, but we successfully cleared the mission. Unfortunately the U.S. and Brazil throw fits. The end of the month is almost here; we're going to lose the U.S., Mexico, Brazil, and South Africa. We won't miss them, bloody cowards.
On the plus side, we managed to recover the ABBA records that Dr. Chen sent us to retrieve. He's promised that he'll work extra hard on the next satellite as a reward. With only two healthy rookies, we sell some of the rotting sectoid corpses to a taxidermist, making enough to hire five more. The end of the month comes, and we quickly order another satellite. Of course we can't deploy it without another uplink, so we're really bad and auction off a bunch of stuff. I'm sure we won't need
that junk in the future, right? We still need engineers, too.
We finally finish PEWPEWPEW research and begin on Xeno-Biology. I would buy pewpewpewguns, but we're short on alloys and engineers. Gee, who could have possibly predicted
that? Naturally, when we shoot down a UFO (barely; the Interceptor almost died and got the final shot in with 1.7 seconds left), we scramble a team to retrieve all our delicious loot. Bradford also mumbles something about the aliens carrying the cryogenically preserved corpses of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Cpl. Kansa, Sq. Ghost, Sq. Moondancer, and Rk. Jabberwocky are en route. Join us next time on Ironman Impossible to watch our squad of poor fools be touched inappropriately in the French countryside during Operation Hot Priest!