Underwater FireworksFebruary 15th, 2040At some time today, a few things happened.
First was that we looked over our current base design. As one of our engineer said, it was more of a death trap than an impervious hidden base. After all, there were plenty entrances the enemy could take advantage of. In response to that...
Our Commanders chose to create a new base, called Radiation, completely unrelated to the fact we would soon store many DUP Warheads there. Many.
Meanwhile, the Scientists actually did something useful for a change. They have performed an Autopsy on one of the captured Terror Units from Midway, a Deep One. It was disturbing, the Aliens capturing humans to turn them into war machines.
Shortly after that, one of the Barracuda Pilots took off, and destroyed another USO attempting to do something in our sea zone, and unfortunately, today was a Sunday.
The Triton was instructed to land at this area again and procure it, and to test one of the SWS'. Which was basically like a tank from the First War, except less sleek and adorable. Wait, did I just say adorable? Just disregard my fetish for tanks please and we'll move on.
Operator: Vehicle in position, area clear, everyone move up.
Comrade: Does the most valuable have to out first?
Operator: Yes, yes you do. Eat my underwater sea dust.
Ghost: Everyone in line? Good.
Max: I need my dose of overkill.
Now.
Operator: Shut up and assault th-
Operator: NOO! IT WAS A RENTAL!
Rho-Mu Mk. II:
IN POSITION ALONGSIDE HEAVY WEAPONS MASTER. TARRAN IS NOT IT. TORPEDO LAUNCHER IS.Tarran: And when did
you get a kill?
Rho-Mu Mk. II:
WARNING: AUDITORY SENSORY SYSTEMS OFFLINE.
Comrade: Shut up and attack th-
Rho-Mu Mk. II:
SILENCE, MEATBAG.Comrade: Go to hell, peasan- OH GOD.
*PEW PEW*
Tarran: Wait, he's still breathing. He's dieing though.
Comrade: Overlord, plans, ruined... Sight, turning, dark... Goddamn you X-Com, damn you.
*Raises his arms upward.*
Comrade: NOOOOOOoooooo.
Tarran: Gah, his monologue threw off my aim. Sebastian?
Sebastian: Yeah yeah yeah.
Sebastian: Hey, a two for one deal!
Ghost: ...Whoever writes these jokes, damn you.
Sebastian: This better kill something. Wait, what am I even throwing at?
Quibble: Maybe I'll go in after I have back up, or it gets less shitty in there.
Gerald: Hold on, I'm comi- WHY THAT GUY!?
Sebastian: I suddenly feel I shouldn't have thrown that grenade. That was
way too close.
Max: Understatement!
Sebastian: Well, here's a grenade back.
Aquatoid: Cthulu ftaghn!
Sebastian: Uh, what?
Rho-Mu Mk.II:
Next time, fleshbag, shoot the smaller synthetic carbon sacks.
Quibble: Aquatoid do-
*BOOM, AGAIN.*
Max: Don't care, making boom.
Quibble:
YOU.
Quibble: oh noooooooooooo.
Tarran: Wait for it.
Tarran: Ka-boom.
Max: That, was the only acceptable kill I have seen.
Due to the heavy weapons convention, there was not much to recover. And sadly, our equipment was so low we were unable to re-equip our squad. 
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