Commander's log, February 03 1979
The old commander retired today. As his second-in-command, control over the last bunker of the 'Xenonaut' project now falls to me.
We are underneath the outskirts of East Berlin. My predecessor "Unimportant" to be a wonderfully witty name. I disagree, and have already submitted the paperwork to get it changed.
This is it, our last installation. It's been thirty years since the aliens attacked Iceland. One attack. We didn't even get any proof they were here, other than a few fleeting radar contacts and a new crater. I still sometimes catch myself wondering if it was all a hoax, but it was enough to unify the minds of governments across the world. The Xenonauts project once had bases scattered across the world, covering nearly all of Earth with arrays of the most advanced radars on the planet, specially tuned to detect them.
Nothing. Decades of silence and funding cuts. We're down to barely a dozen soldiers that haven't seen battle since signing-up (We're nonpartisan), two of which are retiring over the next few months, supported by a handful of pilots, four aircraft, and a few lab geeks. We don't even have any janitors.
Commander's Log, August 08, 1979
We escaped extinction by a hair's breadth today. The aliens are back. Militaries across the planet spotted impossible radar contacts. The Americans are still at DEFCON 1, the rest of the world following suit. We were the only ones to shoot one down. Supposedly a small scout, yet it had some sort of energy cannon that vaporized our lead fighter in the first seconds of battle. Part of me is glad that the alien craft was brought down in the Baltic Sea. Gives the troops more time for training exercises. We've been slipping in recent years, truth be told.
I've been on the phones trying to get funding back to where it was decades ago. We can barely afford to re-arm the fighters, let alone buy a replacement or bring the radar system back above minimal levels.
This may be my last entry. Ancient doctrine insists that commanders should be pulled from the rank-and-file, and remain on the front. A terrifying prospect - I've read the reports from Iceland - but better than being led by a commissioned officer.
Commander's Log, September 01, 0979
Tensions are still running hot, but funding has improved significantly. We won't be able to secure the Earth with new launch bases for at least half a year, but we will be able to defend Europe. Our science team is currently re-assessing our doctrines, and claim they'll be done in about a week.
I have been looking over the personnel files, and giving them the chance to switch to newer weapons, since we now have our pick of the world's equipment.
((Weapon choices are: Shotgun, rifle, sniper rifle, machine gun, rocket launcher [frag rounds only], or pistol. There are flashbang grenades that prevent enemy reaction fire. Everyone carries unlimited glow sticks.))
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Topic: Xenonauts LP. It's like Cold War era X-Com. (Read 7397 times)