In Which We Lose Ammo. Especially Tarran.
Friday, January 30th, 2040.Right before the dead of night, calls of help came from the Island Of Midway.
"Oh god, help us! Help us please!" Was the general vibe of the message. We immediately departed for Midway, despite only having a small squad of 5. We were expecting that all of us would die.Ghost, Gerald, Quibble #16, Tarran, Robert Mullar.
It was the first Terror Site we had, and certainly will not be the last anytime soon. Funny thing is, there was not much Terror involved. It was simply a trap for a weakened troops.Tarran: Do I have to go out first?
Ghost: Yes, yes you do. *Shoves Tarran out the door.*
Local: Ayyyyyyyye.
Tarran: Wait, what the hell? Get out of here you stupid drunk!
Gerald: Tarran! Quit yelling at drunk people and more dakka! For example shooting at that green guy wearing a thong! Wait I shot him.
Robert Mullar: Uh, guys, is that a chick or something?
Ghost: I think that's my girlfriend.
Gerald: That is one ugly girlfriend then.
Ghost: Gah! Definitely not my girlfriend!
Ghost: And this definitely is not a local!
Ghost: How are you guys doing on the first floor?
Robert Mullar: I'm waiting. For a green man in tights...
Ghost: Okaaaay then...
Robert: Aaaand done.
Robert: Damn this guy is ugly.
Ghost: Alright, I'm just gonna head down to suppo- HEY FAT GUY GET OUT OF THE WAY.
Meanwhile...*BOOM*
Tarran: Damn, missed.
Ghost: Gah! Tarran you attracted one of the green guys to me!
*ZAP*
Ghost: And yet he wasn't smart enough to shoot.
Ghost: And it's a Squad Leader too. Huh.
Meanwhile, Tarran is trying to shoot at something again.Tarran: Dammit, missed again. This rocket launcher thing sucks.
Tarran: Oh come on! I even missed the building!
Tarran: And I hit the window. Maybe the thing is on the ground floor.
Tarran: Yep, I was right.
Some time later...Tarran: Goddamn Moai heads!
Tarran: I am doubting the effectiveness of these weapons.
Gill Man 1: Human, that made me feel itchy. Go try that again, I dare you.
Different Gill Man...Gill Man 2: HEY MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULD WORK ON YOUR AIM!
Ghost and Tarran: Screw you!
Gill Man 1: GAAAAAAAAH!
Tarran: Success! Wait, Quibble shot it. Dammit.
*BANG*
Gill Man 2: *WILHELM SCREAM*
Ghost: Success! Literally this time!
Some time later, again.Tarran: Alright, when did this guy get here?!
Tarran: Last Alien down!
Following the success of that mission, both Gerald and Tarran were promoted to Ensign. Sadly, I was not. I sometimes wonder how X-Com decides how to promote troopers.