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[Phantom]

*The Browncoat takes a step back. And pushes the skeletons forward.*

That was definitely the Gurren.
And Greg, would you like to consult the pile of corpses located at Tau Ceti?

[CJ1145]

: *sigh* Very well, I see you must be made an example of, Browncoat. Maybe the next clone will be more obedient. Greg, Simon. Kill him.

[Phantom]

Like you can kill every single one of us clones. I'll still be alive some how!

[ReDeadEr]

: Greg would, but Greg currently body-less. Unless Greg get thrown at Brownclothes-man, Greg not going to be able to do much but look disappointed at him.

[ragnarok97071]

Simon grits his teeth.
: "No. I'm not doing anything until you tell me why Gurren is behind that door. And if you won't tell me, I will break that door off it's hinges to find out. If it isn't him, I'll deal with it. If it is, I'm not going to lose him again."

EDIT: STOP NINJA-ING ME.

[CJ1145]

: Well, Simon, you're leaving me with little room to negotiate here. I suppose I'll just have to let you force that door open. Of course, the massive electrical surge might just fry that poor stag beetle to death. You wouldn't want your precious stag beetle to die, would you?

Gendo points to the Browncoat.

: KILL HIM.

[Phantom]

*By now, the Browncoat is gone, and one might hear Quibble screaming about being taken as a hostage.*

[ReDeadEr]

: Greg like to point out logical fallacy of expecting young boy and severed head to kill military trained clone.

[CJ1145]

: Well then. You had a chance to prove your loyalty, Simon. It seems you've hesitated for too long. Now the automated systems will do the work themselves.

Somewhere in the base, a giant Eva-1-shaped head erupts from the wall, biting the Browncoat clone in half and leaving a blood-spattered and terrified Quibble to run and hide.

: Free the stag beetle if you wish, Kid. But it won't be easy, I promise you that much.

[ragnarok97071]

...
If you people would stop ninjaing me, I was working on a post.

Right then, here we go.
Simon looks at him, the core drill nearly blinding, such a glow is eminating from it.
: "I don't want to hurt anyone. I joined this operation to help people, to help everyone. You do this."
He gestures toward the storage chamber.
: "and when someone tries to stand up to you for it, you kill them."
The drill flares, and a pair of drills burst from the ground to pin Gendo to the wall.
: "Why? What gives you the right to use people like that? What right do you have to throw them away?"

[CJ1145]

Well I figured I needed to get Gendo's retort in before he was ninja'd, because you were already ninja'd by the Browncoat leaving.

[Phantom]

*Meanwhile, within the Trade Star HQ in America...*
How many clones did they kill?
286, as of today.
Good thing they're cheap.
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*Browncoat #3 is sitting rather calmly in the ZCOM base within Sierra Leone. Yes, I said ZCOM, they specialize in Zone Command.*

[warhammer651]

Actually, drills don't work too well on flesh, unless you want to do a LOT of damage, and we would need it somewhat attached.

Kharn can attest to this. Chainsaws cut slightly better but still do muy grande damage

: Ooh, those look like fun to use. Although, if I'm looking at this correctly, why does your drawing have a rocket strapped to the back of it?

Simple. Kharn is firm believer in reach. Chainsaw-on-a-stick solve problem slightly, but guided rocket chainsaw have farthes possible reach. Kharn also work on designs for orbital Chainsaw Launcher for global strike capability.

Also: Kharn believes that Kharn's wallet was left in that storage room. Does kharn have permission to enter and get wallet?

[CJ1145]

: If you want to be attacked by a giant stag beetle, then by all means.

[CJ1145]

I've finished the latest mission. Tragedy strikes the team as long-standing heroes are caught in a bloody and bitter fight against the most tactically-inclined aliens I've seen yet. Will the forces of X-COM prevail, or will they be decimated by the seemingly limitless numbers of the Sectoids? Find out next time, on X-COM GENESIS EVANGELION!