X-Com Destroys A PortWell, these days were not going so well, and things were going very slow.We uncovered what the Alien Subs were made of...Lost 2 of our interception subs...And developed the new underwater equivalent to Personal Armor from back in 1999.On March 1st, Aliens attacked the Canadian port in Fort Severn. Not to be left out, X-Com responded due to the general inability of local military to shoot Aquatic Aliens with Laser Weapons developed in 1999.The moment we got out of the Triton, Gerald panicked for some obscene reason.Gerald: We will all DIE!
Ghost: Shut up Gerald, anybody want to shoot that thing?
Ghost: Hey, Sailor, where's your ship! And your guns!
Sailor: Don't know how to use them!
Ghost: ...
Ghost: Bah, you can't even shoot an unarmed alien?
Sailor: Yes, because I don't have any weapons.
Ghost: Sir, it is basically a gelatinous sack of meat. You could have just punched it.
Sailor: Do. Not. Care.
Ghost: Also, Gerald, you are a threat to the mission. You are to be unconscious for the rest of the mission.
Gerald: Wait wh-
*ZAP*
Sebastian: Well, when you were poking Gerald I found an Alien. Any takers?
Sebastian: No one? Alright I'll kill it.
Tarran: Does anybody see-
Rho-Mu Mk. II:
ARRRRRRGH.Tarran: Well you won't be needing this anymore.
Robert: Okaaay, well, anyone want to murder this?
Max: Yes, yes I do.
*sniff.* So beautiful...Max: Ooh, another one, nuclear round away!
Robert: Max! Stop dicking around! Someone! Help me shoot that!
Robert: AH IT'S GONNA SHOO-
Robert: Nevermind.
Max: Anybody want more art?
Sebastian: As long as it is not me, yes.
Meanwhile...Ghost: FUCK!
*BANG BANG BANG*
Also Meanwhile...Tarran: I need your lunch.
Sailor: Uh, what?
Tarran: I told you, I, want, your, lunch.
Sailor: Fine fine.
Tarran: Yessss, mmm, fries...
Back to Strike Team 1.Robert: Tarran, when I find you, I will beat you down.
Back to lunch.Tarran: Huh?
Sailor: Hurk, blagh.
Tarran: Meh.
Ghost: I guess it's safe to go ba- DAMMIT TARRAN!
Ghost: BOSH! Wait, let me try that again.
Ghost: DOSH!
Max: BOOOOOMMMM-
Max: DAMMIT!
Robert: *Sigh.* Eat auto shot.
Robert: Huh, these things are wearing Aquanaut suits.
Tarran: FUCK THAT WAS RANCID.
Tarran: Okay, ok- GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID SCRUB!
*ZAP*
Sebastian: Hrm....
Robert: WE WILL ALL DIEEEE!
Ghost: Sorry Robert, but you were in the way.
Calicnite: BLAAAA-
Max: Sod off.
Meanwhile, twice.Ghost: I think we finally stunned what's screwing things up, did Robert wake up yet?
Robert: Yes, yes I did.
Doctor: So, what do I need to join X-Com Aquanaut Forces again?
Robert: Shouldn't you be back at the base?
Doctor: Uh, I drove.
Robert: No you did not.
Robert: HIYA!
Tarran: Oh you want to punch me, aye?
Tarran: I raise you, a death.
Despite the fact most of the sailors were brutally murdered, our mission was still labeled a success.