We were all handed a harpoon gun and ammo, a thermal tazer, and a grenade. Then the triton launched, and we were transported a short distance before landing. As the hatch opened, I noticed a man I hadn't seen before, armed only with a taser. I questioned him, and he said, "Name's Marko Ramius. Fuckers gave us a gas cannon with hydro jet ammo, so all I got is this." I cringed, but there was no more time to chat.
Cerej stepped out of the hatch and yelled. Then he fired his torpedo launcher. The ground shook and he said, "Fuck yeah! Got him!"
Commander Cool stepped out next, and walked over to where the tank had stopped, and swore. "Fuck! Alien! I can't shoot, not enough time!" Semi rushed out and strafed over to the front of the sub. He raised his gun, and then yelled, "Shit! I can't do it! What if he fires back?" He retreated to the cover of the sub. I was next. I rushed out, strafed to where I could see over the sub, and fired the only shot I had time for. It hit perfectly and the alien collapsed. I whooped and said over the com, "It's clear. Come on out."
"Does anyone actually see the alien sub?" Marko called out. "Not yet," Jacques replied. "We vill have to spreahd out more." But first, we checked ourselves, as Cool commanded. "Standard procedure. When everybody's done, we check ourselves for oxygen tank leaks or cuts in the suit. It's saved a few lives, and cost a few more." But nothing happened, and we continued. "Everyone spread out! Look for debris, it usually signals a nearby sub."
Cool, Marko, Jacques, and Sparky grouped up and went west. Horatio told me to follow him. We walked over to where the tank had moved. "We'll escort it," he said. That left Cerej and Vise, who went northwest. Vise stayed behind for a bit, claiming he had to reload his harpoon, even though he hadn't fired a shot.
"Stop! Check yourselves," Cool commanded. We did, and nothing happened, so we each headed off. "Hey, I've got something here. There's a crater with something in it," Marko sounded in. "Stop!" came Cool's command. "Before you check it out, check yourself." "But we've already done that!" Why do we have to do that so often?" "Because command orders it. Do it." Marko grumbled but obeyed, when suddenly he screamed. "Holy crap, something just flew by!" "We got an alien! Get 'im!" "Did it hit anyone?" I sounded in. "No, we're all fine," came Cool's reply.
"Hey, there's another crater here! I think this is the sub," Sparky said. "I'm coming, wait up." Cerej called. "Sparky! Get back here!" Suddenly, a projectile came flying towards us. I screamed, but it hit some native flora. "No, that's not the sub! Have any of you miserable bastards seen an alien sub?!" "Is it yellow?" I called. "Yes, usually." "It's here. Get over here." "Don't order me around, I'm your superior, private." "Whatever. Get here. There's an alien around, and we're tangled up in these weeds." Two more projectiles whizzed by, and I muffled a scream. They both missed Horatio and me. "We need backup here, quick."
"Oh yeah, it's here," Sparky called. The rocket tank blared a siren, and I glanced at what it was looking at. "Alie-- nevermind." The rocket tank had fired, and nothing remained of the alien and its surroundings but some pebbles and a big crater. "Storm the sub," Cool said, "Leave no survivors. The containment unit isn't finished." "We ah on ouh way," Jacques radioed, "Ze terrain, it is hilly. Hard to mahneuver."
Horatio and me cautiously approached the ruined sub, tank leading the way. "No hostiles in immediate view," Horatio said. Suddenly, Sparky came into view. "Hey guys! I was scouting ahead so I got here first. I don't see anything from this angle."
He waltzed into the sub, then raised his gun. "I got an alien! It's not even looking this way, easy kill." He fired a shot, and said, "It's down." Suddenly, command radioed in. "That's all, soldiers. No more hostiles detected. Get back to the sub."
My first mission, and no one died. How anticlimactic. I thought I was in X-Com?