Commander Griffin, Log 9I had the misfortune of actually having a conversation with Chad on the way over. Despite his illustrious resume, I have decided his most ideal role is to be the first to leave the ship if at all possible.
On the battlefield, no sooner did we land than an alien was in site. Thankfully, he seemed completely oblivious to the enormous plane that just parked in the park across the street, so I commanded the mooks to shield important personnel with their bodies while opening fire. Someone suggested to me that we lead with a smoke grenade. I said I would strongly consider whatever inane suggestion he had just made as soon as there weren't aliens right in front of us to shoot.
The alien itself was unlike anything we'd seen before. Dressed in a long robe, it seemed to almost float above the ground. It also had good reaction time - as soon as I kicked Chad out the back door while yelling at him to shoot the thing, it swung around and returned fire. Chad's shots went wide of the mark, while the alien's did not.
Goddamnit, now this ship is going to smell like burnt flesh for weeks.
Luckily, Frog was on the ball, and hopped to it, nestling several bullets delicately into the cradle of the enemy chest. Good man, Frog, good man. The immediate threat eliminated, I decided to go with whoever's idea about the smoke grenades.
MeanwhileTarran and Tony fiddled with their weapons, arguing about the perfect settings for delivering fiery death. Especially since these brand new much more powerful rockets had been special ordered for just such an occasion... Thiis new breed of alien certainly deserved the BIG rockets, right?
Tarran: "You don't suppose these things are too dangerous to use with all the civilians around, do you?"
Tony: "Nah, what could possible go wrong! Oh man, I hope I get to hit one square in the face with one of these things... I betcha pieces will go flying EVERYWHERE."
Back to the log...Oh man, that's a whole lot of screaming going on out there... I hope this smoke thing was worth all the lives wasted! Anyways, I'v told two of the mooks to rush headlong into the stinging smoke and shoot any aliens they find, and they'll be big heroes and stuff. Believe it or not, they BOTH made it out of the ship without getting shot! It's a Festivus miracle! One of them said something about an alien peeking through the windows of the ship, so I told him to hunker down while someone who knew how to shoot took him out. Frog hopped out and let some bullets fly. A few solid hits, but the alien returned fire - damn these bastards were tough. The shots went wide though - was the smoke helping, perhaps? Fragbait followed him and finished the alien off.
Meanwhile the other mook swung left and... WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING? It looks nasty!
Tarran's got a strange gleam in his eyes, and has requested permission to move outside and fire. Ooooh... he's using the new rockets. I told him to go ahead.
Outside the ship..."Woohoo! Now THAT was satisfying! Eat that, alien... thing!"
Back to the log...Meanwhile one of the mooks took one of the floaty ones out with a single pistol shot... lucky bastard. Too bad we already HAVE a luck! Hah! No name for you!
Woah, thats a lot of aliens! Tony, I believe you have the other big rocket?
With a little help from one of the mooks and a grenade from doomPotato to clean up, the trio of hostiles are quickly incapacitated.
We moved into the nearby warehouse, and my flare uncovered one of the big aliens. Fragbait swung left and dealt with a floater that was distracted slaughtering civilians, while the big thing rushed us. We emptied our rifle and pistols into the thing as it charged us, but we couldn't bring it down before it reached us. It hit me hard, knocking me back and sending my gun flying to the ground. Suddenly, Tarran was there, scooping up my dropped weapon in one hand while still holding his rocket launcher in the other. The thing roared at him, and Tarran responded by shoving my rifle down his throat and firing the last bullet directly into its brain.
"Tarran, kid, consider yourself off shoe shining duty. How does second in command man sound to you as promotions go?" He just laughed, offering me back my weapon and pulling me to my feet. "Hear that everyone? Treat this man like you'd treat myself, because he's a god damn miracle worker!"
(Really, this was the absolute last bullet we could fire this turn, and I only managed to bring it down by dropping my weapon and letting Tarran pick it up to get off one final snap shot)
"Just doing my job," he responded as Tony hefted his own rocket launcher back to his shoulder and fired another rocket into the warehouse - killing another of the monsters, this time before it got too close.
Meanwhile, Frog caught another floater sneaking up from behind us, and while his first grenade didn't take it down, the others did.
We were doing damn good - from the sounds of it, there were only two or three aliens left, and we'd yet to have any casualties.
And then suddenly things got bad.
I heard a scream as someone went down, and then I felt the searing of plasma, and finally heard an explosion that knocked me off my feet. I drifted away to the sound of gunfire, as the battle raged around me...
Meanwhile..."Griffin is down, I repeat, the commander is down! We need to pull out NOW!" yelled Fragbait, clutching his bleeding arm where the shrapnel had lodged itself. "We need to-" but the second grenade cut him off, and this one was much closer.
"I got a shot... Boom, he's down!" yelled Frog as he jumped down from a hole in a second floor wall of a nearby house. "Tarran, can you move in?"
"Already on it, toadboy. Enemy sighted!" Plasma seared the air around him as he took aim. "Firing!" The rocket flew true, and as the smoke cleared... the alien returned fire!? "Shit!" yelled Tarran as he hit the dirt. Luckily, it didn't seem to have any more of the grenades it had used to do in Fragbait.
*Bang bang bang* came the sound of a pistol from the opposite side of the barn. Tony had worked his way around, and was taking potshots at the alien. "Go down, you bastard!"
Tarran quickly loaded up another rocket, and took aim at the distracted alien.
It had survived one blast, but two was clearly too much for it, and another deafening explosion shook the small courtyard. But this time, it was followed only by silence. "Shit... this went to hell quick... Okay, everyone, I'm assuming command until we get out of here. Load up everything you can, and find any wounded survivors."
"Tarran," came Codec's voice over the radio, "I'm inside the warehouse now. Griffin's breathing is pretty ragged, but he's not dead yet. Let's get the hell out of here - he's gonna need treatment ASAP, and I'm losing an awful lot of blood as well."
Battle Results2 dead mooks, doomPotato and Fragbait was killed, myself and Codec were wounded. Thank god the enemy only had pistols, or you guys would be voting for a new commander right now.
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