Well... I'll pass the time with some fun facts. I am aware that my time alteration thing last season was... not very popular. Again, sorry if it rubbed you guys the wrong way, but what can I say? I enjoyed it, and I know it sat the seed for alternate XCOM timelines.
Anyway, you might be wondering, where the he'll did that come from? Did you Just spontaneously think of that and stick it in.
Well... yes and no. I say yes because, while it was something I worked on a few weeks ahead of time, the destruction of the base came first, and it wasn't until a few weeks before that I decided to implement a time travel idea to explain how the base knew ahead of time.
However, I did not pull the time travel thing out of thin air. It was actually inspired by a ChristopherOdd XCOM RP character I never ended up using, mostly because it was never permitted. Why She wasn't is fairly obvious, what with the rules he say forth, despite my obvious attempts at buttering up. I'd like to share that character with you guys here. Please don't judge too harshly. Remember, this was made when I was first starting out, so the writing might be a bit... stillted. This is actually the first time I paired up two familiar names. You can still find this in Odd's season three bios, as well as an earlier draft in season two.
First Name: Alexia
Last Name : Strange
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Biographical Information:
Audio Diary of Alexia Strange, March 1st, 2045:
As the last of them are rounded up, we must look at how we reached this point. The answer: with human blood. Way, WAY too much human blood. After three decades of fighting such a horrific threat, I suppose I should be happy we won at all, but with an estimated death toll of over 3 billion world wide, did we really win at all?
I won't accept it. I can't accept it. We...we have to use it. I pleaded with them to use it. "No," they said, "its too dangerous; after all, if the freaks had something so powerful, why wouldn't they use it, unless they feared what it could do?" But I don't care, it has to be done.....
.....and if they won't use it, then I will.
Audio Diary of Alexia Strange, X Day, X Month, X Year:
I made it! It actually worked! Destroy the fabric of the universe, my ass! .....Ahem, well, uh, it wasn't easy to get here, and I didn't get through unscathed. I knew they would try to stop me, but I never imagined they'd actually shoot at me. I wasn't able to bring any weapons with me, and I was hoping my medi-pac, the product of thirty years of medical research, would help, but I had to use it on myself. I guess I'll just have to drop it in engineering and hope they can at least reverse engineer the misting feature. I used my com-watch to get into the Pentagon's systems. They'll probably find out they were hacked in no time and change their codes, but I was in long enough to enter myself into their records. This way, when X-COM does a background check, they won't find I don't exist. To be fair, I didn't lie about my military expertise, I just lied about where I got said expertise. I went with the name Strange. Heh, I didn't think of a name before hand, and with little time before I was booted out, it was the only thing that came to mind. I'm sure father would laugh at how silly it is.
Speaking of whom... records show that it'll happen tomorrow. After my father's death, X-COM fell apart, and was unprepared when the freaks assaulted the base two years later. Its a shame; this is a nice base, and we really could have used it.
Audio Diary of Alexia Strange, X Day, X Month, X Year:
It,s done. I saved my father. It was easier then I thought it would be, but I was a little caught off guard. The records say, well, SAID that he was found alone with half a dozen stab wounds in his stomach and died before he could tell anyone who attacked him, but to think it was none other then Commander Jessica Andrews. She was the greatest soldier in X-COM, leading so many successful missions before sacrificing herself to destroy the Mother Ship. I had always wondered what dark past event she always seemed to be hiding, and I guess now I know.
I found her standing in the hallway, barely bothering to hide the knife behind her back. I quickly snatched it from her hand, only for her to turn to look at me, not with confusion in her eyes, but pure rage at me for trying to stop her. Before I could take her away, my father arrived. He said hello to us, and asked Jessica what she wanted to show him. Thinking fast, I told him, "She was just telling me she drew a picture of your new baby, but she misplaced it." He said, "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, if you find it, let me know, so we can show Alexia herself next time I get to vid-chat with her mother." Then he gave her a smile, placed his hand on her head briefly, and left, saying to me as he went, "Make sure she makes it back to her room safely." "Yes commander," is all I said.
I brought Jessica back to her room, and she explained that she blamed my father for the death of her brother, Joseph. Jessica had come to the base after the first X-COM mission as a survior of the invasion, but not until after her brother sacrificed his life to save her. I explained that the Commander couldn't save everyone, no matter how much he wished he could, and that X-COM had just been formed, so it was unfair to blame the Commander. "Besides," I told her, "what would your brother think if he saw you there, clenching that knife so tightly with that angry look on your face?" She broke down and cried on my lap for over an hour, and I just sat there, stroking her hair and consoling her, hoping I was doing a good job considering what little contact I've had with children. I would say that father will never know how close he came to dying by the hands of a nine year old girl, but maybe he did. The way his eyes darted between Jessica's distraught face and the hand I was using to hide the knife behind my back, the wink he gave me as he left. Could he have realized what was going on and immediately forgave her? Could he be that much of a tactical genius?
Audio Diary of Alexia Strange, X Day, X Month, X Year:
A week has passed, and Jessica is doing a lot better. She is smiling and laughing like a normal little girl. She even drew a picture of me, uh, well, the other me, to show father. I heard he was helping to make sure Jessica is adopted by a loving family. Perhaps I'll dip into some more American record systems and make myself an official citizen before the battery on my com-watch goes out. I've always wanted a child, and I can't have one myself (the aliens saw to that), and who better for me to adopt then the person I looked up to my whole life.
It's a shame, though, since my actions have erased some of the people I knew out of existence. I was kind of afraid I'd disappear once I saved my father, but I'm still here. Does that mean I didn't make a difference in the long run, or did the universe make it so I had to exist to prevent that paradox the brass were so afraid of? Lets hope it's the latter. At any rate, I'm still here, and I'm here to stay. The info I brought with me is probably useless now. I'd love to go back to see what is different, but it was a one-way trip. I'll just have to help the old fashion way: I start my training tomorrow. I'm now nothing more then a regular grunt. I'll have to remember to call myself Alexia Strange, and pretend I haven't done all this training already. I'm not too excited about fighting this war again, but with my father in charge this time, I know we're in good hands.