Name: Daeryd "Grelite" Viremere
Current Rank: Corporal
Mission Name: Operation Purple Hymn
Mission Objective:
Locate the VIP
Protect the VIP at all costs
Kills This Mission: 2
Total Kills since joining XCOM: 5
Status: Wounded
Promotion: Squaddie to Corporal
Journal Entry:
March 18th:
I went down to the labs, hoping to get some answers about the things I've been shooting in the face. The boys in white were hesitant to tell me much, but I guess they figured they owned the people who were putting their lives on the line some answers. Should I have been surprised of how little they knew? They had only just figured out just how far the aliens are ahead of our own technology, estimating we had only scratched the surface of their capabilities. They did show me a new gadget they'd managed to develop using the materials they were researching, telling me I should try it out in the field. Wouldn't be the first time I'm a guinea pig and I'm glad they trust me with this new device.
March 20th:
I can't help but feel guilty. We returned one short today, our first casualty to the invaders. Poor guy never saw it coming.
We were called to Chicago to extract a VIP, General Van Doorn, on the middle of a bridge. When we moved up, using only cars as cover, we spotted a strange thin man lurking near the VIP's position. If Dr. Vahlen hadn't identified it as an alien, I may not have noticed in the dark environment, it was not a civilian. Toolbox got a quick hit off, but I couldn't manage to hit it through the car-window. The thin man, however, took a shot through two car-windows, shooting AniCator right in the head, killing him instantly.
I saw Toolbox discharge her gun in shock, hurting Linus bad. If I hadn't missed that shot... And to make it worse, I missed my next shot as well, forcing Linus to move up with his shotgun to take the alien out up-close. I think he breathed in some of the poison cloud that exploded from the thin man's corpse.
Linus has been nothing short of a Mad Man, and proved himself again, throwing a grenade down to the sectoids lurking near the General, killing them both. But there were more of them on the high-ground, showing their ugly faces as Linus moved up to Van Doorn. As the General moved into our formation another one of those thin men showed up behind us and I quickly reacted, hitting it with my side-arm. While Toolbox gave some covering fire, I grabbed my sniperrifle and made that alien the immediate past-president of the being-alive-club.
Linus was still in trouble, taking fire as he tried to move back to higher ground, but he made it back into formation without getting hit. Even with the sectoids still ahead, the commander ordered us to move back to the Skyranger. But we knew we still had to deal with them later.
More thin men dropped down between us and the Skyranger, and again I lacked the aim to take one down. Luckily Toolbox and Linus get the job done every time. Too bad Linus insists on using his shotgun, requiring him to get up close to those poisonous bastards. But the VIP got out safe and all we had to deal with were two more sectoids.
We moved back up to the site where Van Doorn had been pinned down, hearing the little bastards shuffle around the opposite end. They were expecting us and didn't hesitate to shoot when we got close. I was having a lot of trouble getting a good shot, and couldn't take a shot until I moved up much closer. I got a few hits off with my pistol, before taking out my sniperrifle again. Toolbox took a hit, but I quickly returned fire, taking down the little bastard.
Too bad those pistol shots from before hadn't put the other one out of commission and it hit me pretty hard, leaving plasma burns all over my left-arm. I guess it's all symmetrical now. I couldn't keep my rifle steady in pain and missed another shot, so it was left to Linus to bring it some lead-justice to the face.
With the site clear the three of us that were left were pulled out and sent to medical. I'll be out of commission for a week. Though we returned a man short, all three of us got a promotion. I'll visit the memorial as soon as I can, but what do I tell my fellow soldiers, that I let one of our own die?