Commander Griffin, Log 12The new soldiers have arrived, along with a batch of engineers and scientists so that our facilities are operating at peak efficiency. One of the soldiers comes highly recommended, by the name of Phantom. We'll see about that. What sort of pansy uses a made up name like Banshee. You can't just call yourself something like that, you need to EARN it! Some of the others are supposed to be decent as well... Hexedy is a seasoned soldier, Oruza apparently served in the same squad as Azuro, and Maxclone is, supposedly, some sort of experiment. Hence the one after his name. Yeah, because the
last prototype they sent me went so well. Anyways, what is he? Some sort of robot or something? I'll have to ask him later.
We missed several UFO's - I hope they did not accomplish any nefarious missions. It upsets me that they are all just flying around not getting shot down. Stupid pilots.
They finally got one, and Tarran is leading another group out. I've told him to leave the tank at home this time and give the new bodies a chance to get some experience.
Captain Tarran, Log 3The mission was a success, but what should have been a cakewalk still managed to result in the death of one of the greens. If the commander had let me bring the tank instead, this wouldn't have happened. Still, Banshee had a chance to show her merits - She managed to put a single bullet into every alien we took down today, killing two and leaving the last one for Lucky to finish off with a grenade. That woman is a good shot. I'll have to keep that in mind.
Captain Tarran, Log 4We've managed to catch one mid mission - since we didn't have to shoot the craft down, recovering it should prove incredibly valuable.
Floaters this time - we spotted one in one of the windows, and I responded by blowing away the wall. The alien seemed surprised, but otherwise escaped the blast, and recovered quickly enough to return a single wild shot before lucky pumped two bullets into its chest from a ways away with pinpoint accuracy.
We spread out, covering the field, retrieving and the sending flares ahead of us. Another alien was downed with a bullet from Banshee, at the cost of one of our green recruits, and then a final floating ethereal was killed. While several men watched the door, the others confirmed the field to be free of aliens, and we moved inside.
We took positions, watching the doors, and finally an alien dared to move through them. We fired at it, and it fired at Lucky, scoring a solid hit. We were sure she would go down, but she seemed... unphased. If anything, a bit angry, as she ran up and began pummeling the thing with her stun rod. Not stunning, no, just pummeling. It made a high pitched whining sound, bordering on a scream, before Frog moved up to take the stun rod from her hand and it use it properly to knock the alien unconscious. He picked up the alien weapon, looking at it for a second.
"Haha, the things broken! Look, here on the side, it must have been damaged in the crash. Lucky, I can see how you earned your name and woah-" he was interrupted by a floater barreling through the door. He loaded two bullets into it, stumbling backwards. "Phew, that was too close."
"Hah," said Lucky, "Lucks nice, but you've got the mad skills. Nice reaction time! Now, who's going to handle that room full of hostiles?"
"I got this!" yelled Hexady, rushing past them to throw a grenade inside before anyone could stop him. As he turned back to them, though, he was caught by a plasma bolt and fell in a crumpled heap. Lucky followed it up with another grenade, and then ducked back into the room - followed by a bolt of plasma that hit Frog right in the chest.
"Shit... Lucky... they got me..."
"No, Frog, come on... hold in there..."
"Sorry, Lucky... this one was... *cough* no dud shot..."
As he died, Lucky looked up, angrier than ever. "Bastards took two grenades already, what will it take to kill them, damn it!"
I yelled for her not to do anything rash as we killed an alien coming out of the other door. I have a feeling she was about to ignore me, but now was as good a time as ever. I nodded for Max to lead us into the room.
We headed through the door, Banshee killing an alien as it came around the corner, the retreated back into the small side room, hoping to draw them after us. When it didn't follow, we cautiously opened the door back up to see lucky holding her stun rod against its neck, her finger jammed against the power button, watching its muscles convulse.