-- COMMANDER: All right, this is a terror mission. That means the aliens should have some special troops with them. If it is sectoids, I'd expect cyberdisks. They're like mini UFOs, highly resistant to damage and very dangerous. I reccommend explosives against them. If they're floaters we'll probably see Reapers. They're close combat monsters, so don't let them get close. But be prepared for anything out there, these aliens certainly like to mix things up!
Centurion: Ok everyone, move up!
Ishmael: What on earth is THAT!
-- COMMANDER: Oh, gods, no! I think that's a Chryssalid! Whatever you do, don't let that thing touch you. It'll zombifiy you and you'll turn into a new Chryssalid! Those things are priority number one! Do not them get to the civilians or we'll have a swarm on our hands!
Rickenbacker: Here it comes!
Centurion: How much can this thing take???
Krauss: That much, and not a bit more!
<Screams>
Krauss: I think we've got problems over there.
Rickenbacker: Floaters incoming!
Centurion: Blowing their cover! <*BOOM*>
Centurion: We're too exposed. Krauss, smoke!
Krauss: Smoke out!
Centurion: Zombie incoming! God, it's hideous!!
Rickenbacker: Woah! <*BLAM*> No you don't, floater!
Centurion: We have to get these civilians out of here! You, go, go!
Zombie: Uggghhhhh.....
Centurion: Ah! <*BLAM*> It's still up!
Rickenbacker: Not anymore!
Ishmael: Bug incoming!
Centurion: It's right top of us! <*BLAM*>
Krauss: Die already!
Rickenbacker: Eat Raid, bug!
Chyssalid: <*SPLAT*>
Centurion: Good! Krauss, start getting those civilians out of here!
Krauss: On it!
Centurion: I hear movement!
Centurion: Got ya!
Centurion: More floaters inbound!
Rickenbacker: Hard to get them there. Tagging one with holo!
Ishmael: Missed!
Krauss: Me too!
Centurion: Got it!
Civilian: Aggh!
Centurian: They're targeting the civilians!
Centurian: Go, both of you!
Rickenbacker: Tagged it, but it's not dead!
Centurian: Careful! Could be a trap!
Civilian: <*SPLAT*>
Rickenbacker: I can't hit it, but it's lit up for you!
Krauss: Good enough for me! Got it!
Krauss: That's all commander. No more signs of aliens.
-- COMMANDER: Only seven? Huh, they must have expected the Chryssalids to do more. Good work team! Come on home.