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Whoo, first kill. Only it wasn't a kill.

"Sir, requesting a firearm with more stopping power! Preferably a Laser Rifle or Heavy Plasma in the 40W range with Auto settings!"

Yes, that's right, a Sniper with Auto guns. What can I say, I loved the Bozar in Fallout 2. ;) Use me as uh... surpressing fire. Or to cut holes in walls. Just generally gun alien scum down at every opportunity.
 
ok sure thing alex! :salute:

cautious paranoid is the best way to be IMO! (well, at least if hostile aliens are around :) )

edit: @Symphony, ill make sure your guy carries the heavy plasma. The Bozar looks sweet! unfortunately theres no similar sniper rifle in UFO :(
 
Yay, I got another kill, and flying armor!

I want to be promoted some more!
 
As soon as it's available I want to be apart of that psi-training thing you're working on daft! Gotta do my part to advance the human race ;) Plus it'll add a big part to my character whose life story is already flashing before my eyes.:D Get him in soon, okay daft!?
 
daft, how do get rank higher, and next time make sure my guy gets in there please

edit: 1000th post :woohoo: :band::woohoo:
 
Journal- 12 Aug '99
I've been fairly away from combat recently. Only had to once recently, and I didn't fire once. With all the new recruits arriving at Shangri-La we're cycling in and out of combat shifts now. Mostly training, and improving my shot.

I remember a few days ago when JosefStalinator was brought in injured. Not fatally, but he was out of commission for a while. Damn Mutons.

I also got to fly in our new 'Firestorm' class hybrid ship. Beautiful thing, pity my pilot's license isn't enough to get to fly it...

There was plenty of news about alien bases in Antarctica, and Jalapeno got hit by friendly fire in a mission that I believe had something to do with the Antarctic alien base. In South Africa, now that I think about it.

Journal- 13 Aug '99
It's confirmed. The aliens have a base on Planet Earth. Antarctica.

But much more interesting is emu. He was dead, I was sure. But some miracle of tissue-regeneration technology was able to revive him. It's both very relieving, and very worrying. The new emu has no memories of his old self. It's like a new person, yet he continually shows signs of his old self. Is it personality programmed into the flesh, or is there such thing as a soul after all? I won't think further into this for now.

Lucky got a promotion, and is one of the Troopers now. He's not a great shot, but he's got a lot of heart. I wish him the best of luck. This won't be easy.

Journal- 15 Aug '99
Big mission today. Our new sensors allowed us to shoot down a huge Muton ship, and we were sent to clear it out. I knew from the start it wouldn't be easy.

I was second out after emutwo (as several of us call him), and saw the aliens immediately. I kept calm and fired, and killed one. Warman took out another. Jay sniped off a third from the ship.

We saw the new aliens first seen at Novosibirsk here. 'Silicoids'. Anyway, they're nasty to look at and burn the ground on contact.

We boarded the massive ship after some sporadic fire and a sound of an explosion. Actually, the other way around, but the details don’t really matter.

There was a minor firefight as we entered the ship. I killed another Muton, but a bunch of my compatriots got shot. Fortunately, the armour took it all, and emutwo finished off the damn thing.

We then searched the craft. Some other guys killed the survivors. I found an extremely odd room that had something of a ‘retro’ feel to it. Apparently, some Mutons are just as nostalgic as some humans.

Journal- 20 Aug ‘99
After a few quiet days we’re at it again. Jalapeno’s healed and back on the team now.

Yesterday our mission brought us to Kinshasa. I was first out, and fired at a Muton. I was so focused on it that I didn’t notice a second one. It opened fire on me and I was hit. I thought I was about to die for a moment, but felt no pain. I mouthed my thanks to the engineers who worked on our armour and killed the alien. Someone else took care of the other.

Wubba lit up the area with some incendiaries to give us some light. I don’t like seeing rainforests burn, but it was, unfortunately, necessary. He and Warman then took out the alien in the ship, while the rest of us remained outside.

After this I was given a break again. I am beginning to wonder about our promotion system, however. Many of my peers are now Sergeant, while I am ranked below them, despite similar experience and kill counts. What am I doing wrong?

Recently, we have discovered that there is a huge UFO base somewhere in our solar system. Apparently the homeplanet of a dead civilization. Mars maybe? It will doubtlessly be interesting to find out. I was, in fact, just walking around the raised base periphery when I saw a UFO blasting by, fired upon by an interceptor. I immediately informed the higher-ups, who had seen the vehicle on video. There is now a worryingly-large chance that the aliens know of our location.

A mission was sent to the crash site. I have yet to hear much now that the team is back, but apparently Reno (One of the second batch of recruits, a Finnish guy. Now that I think about it, there is a surprisingly large number of Finns around here. Odd.) got shot and badly injured. He lost a lot of blood. It was the damned Mutons again. I’ve come to hate the things.



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Congrats Wubba.
 
19990819

Boot camp seems like a lifetime away. Med school is a blurry dream. Barely even remember anything before that now, like some story or fairy tale. I guess its only been eight months since I got here and I've officially spent more time in XCOM than the Corps. I was excited when I got picked for this job. Ajay was so mad. He knew I'd scored higher on all the examinations, but he was always the gung-ho one, not to mention a crack shot with a gun. But they needed a Doc and I guess he wasn't cut out for it. I suppose I'll never really know. He ended up testing into some research program and got shot down by some squiddie bastard over France in return. Funny how these things turn out. Or not so funny.

I was First Generation, if you will, part of the first group of guys assigned to the Program. I guess that means something. But Docs aren't meant for assault squads and when the brass needs some toughshit machismo to lead a boarding party, they don't exactly gaze in my general direction. Thats okay though, I do my part and I've yet to miss a mission. Newbloods get promoted over me, I salute 'em. But they know. Half the guys in here know what I do has to be done. Its not a gloryhound's job and they don't envy my position. Still, when a squiddie's blown a hole in one of their guts, they know I'm there.

I shoot pool with the veterans every once in a while, but I don't mind having a drink with the newbloods. They ask me questions, I answer. They go on and get promoted, I repeat the process. They're good guys, most of 'em, but I keep to myself more than most. I never really was the clique kind of guy, but there's always one or two around that understand. I guess I'm just waitin' for 'em.

One last note, the nickname from the Corps stuck. Corey, my favourite poli sci professor, used to call me Caligula for the way I used to stir up trouble in class with my outlandish comments. The smart guys in the Corps called me Little Boots 'cause they knew about him. The dumb ones, well, I'm not exactly the biggest guy around, so I guess they had their reasons too.

19990820

Today I had my first true close encounter. The assault squad was getting into positin to storm the UFO and I was moving to my spot to await the occasional cry for "Medic!" when what I thought was a squiddie corpse proceeded to stand up and charge me. I wonder what went through its alien mind. Why was its first instinct to blindly rush at me, failing even to stop to pick up its weapon? Was killing me that important? Did it think about its odds, the likelihood of its death? Did it think about its family back home, its loved ones? Did it even have family back home? Was it capable of love? If not, was it truly capable of hate? Did it, in fact, hate me or was this some programmed reaction to the human form? I looked into its eyes as it ran at me like a wounded boar; its alien eyes that masked some alien emotion. Father McManus once told me eyes were God's windows to the Soul and, for a brief instant, I wondered whether this alien had a soul at all.

I'll never know. I pulled the trigger and a beam of energy danced ever so briefly across his forehead and then carved a line through his skull. Momentum kept him going forward and he fell on top of me, butchered face inches from mine. His eyes revealed nothing more in death than they did in life and I resolved not to think about such things anymore. Such hesitation almost got me killed, I couldn't let that happen again. The aliens are the enemy, the instruments of evil. There is no grey, no ambiguity. They are trying to kill us. We have to kill them first.

Simple as that.
 
Make me a sniper man :)

Any chances of you loving the game so much as to make a NES out of it?
 
Gelion said:
Any chances of you loving the game so much as to make a NES out of it?

My thoughts exatly! I would like to play a nes made of this :D
 
I really loved reading these stories. Thankyou!!! great work :D

Any chances of you loving the game so much as to make a NES out of it?

Im already committed to modding another NES. And im not sure how a NES based on this would work. But If anyone wanted to make an alien invasion NES id be happy to help out where i could :)

Havent played any missions today. Ill add trooper blackheart and sniper Gelion next time im playing...
 
edit: my first double post! due to forum wierdness.

Well, i dont want to waste a post. So here is a cute picture:

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Lord_Iggy said:
Awesome story LB!

Thanks! Took me a while to get one up, but I finally got some inspiration. Speaking of, when is your next one coming out? :D
 
Nice to know I'm useful in both Daft and Iggy's games.
 
Can we get screenshots of what our troopers are equipped with too please?
 
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