RP XCOM2: Liberation of Earth

Taxor_the_First

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Nuremberg, Part 2


“...I wanted to reassure you that you did not make the wrong choice,” Atka continued, much to Lester’s surprise. “Not many people could make an objective judgement in that sort of situation. You did.”

The soldier blinked. “I…” He stopped, then restarted. “I knew what the others would want. But it was a decision based on emotion, not logic. If nothing else, I had to provide a counter argument.”

“It was a circumstance in which no real victory could be had. Most people make no choice at all in a situation like that,” Atka noted. “I understand that it wasn’t easy though. I figured…” The Inuit woman sighed. “I figured you could use someone who understood. I imagine your comrades haven’t been able to swallow the outcome.”

So not commendation or condemnation, but consolation? “Most of them, yes,” Lester admitted. “Samara is more accepting than the others. But Samuel, Holly, Bonnie…” He sighed. “They give me my space, but I’m not sure if it’s so I can have some alone time or if it’s because they can’t stand to be around me after…”

“The way I see it, someone shouldn’t blame the executioner for being ordered to put someone to death. If they didn’t do it another person would have. You spared those people experimentation of the like I have seen firsthand or a bullet in the back of the head… neither is an enviable fate,” Atka reminded him. “I don’t disagree that it’s not something to be proud of, but neither should you be lynched for it.”

“I appreciate that, Commander. When it comes to deciding who to save…” Lester hesitated. “... I had to look at it logically,” he said, though it was unclear whether he was talking to her or himself. “Ten is greater than zero.”

“And for the compromise that was the best you could do to placate your team.”

Lester chuckled ruefully. “Arthur’s suggestion, though I know he did not like making it. He did it mostly to stop us wasting time and arguing, I could see that much. I could also see that I wouldn’t be able to convince Samuel to back down without accepting that compromise.” He shook his head. “He can be… remarkably stubborn at times.”

***

“We should have taken all children,” Samuel said hotly. “How many lives did we cut short by leaving them there?”

“The compromise was the best option we had,” Arthur replied. “If I had let you two continue arguing, we would have run out of time and we would have left with no survivors at all. I could tell Lester was not about to back down.”

The Russian scowled. “Alright, that’s enough,” Bonnie interrupted. “You can strangle each other later. I thought this was supposed to be a friendly visit.”

“There’s nothing that can be done about it now anyway,” Christine pointed out sadly. “What’s done is done.”

Samuel grunted. “Yeah. Doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed about it.”

“Not in here you can’t,” Bonnie said sternly. “You’ll give me heart problems if you keep this up.”

“And again, I can only heal myself. Not her,” Yakone reminded the others.

“Your powers are really damn convenient for you and useless for everyone else, aren’t they?” Stacie muttered.

“Excuse me, who is the one getting shot the most?”

“Ideally none of you if I’m around,” Christine interjected.

“Having a Reflection must be pretty interesting,” Bonnie said, shifting in her bed. “And useful. I can think of a number of times I would have loved a ghost boxer or something.”

“You’ve got us,” Samuel reminded her, folding his arms.

The Grenadier shrugged. “No offense, but you’re less cool. I can go to any Resistance cell and find a group of idiots with a lot of luck, I can’t find people with Reflections quite so easily. Plus, there’s the intimidation factor.”

“Pavise is purely defensive,” Christine contradicted. “I’d much prefer circumstances where I didn’t have to use him, but… by the same token I haven’t had a chance yet.”

“That just means your team is effective enough to not need a fallback,” Samara stated. “And it means you’ll still have it when you do. An unused trump card is the best kind.”

Stacie laid a hand on Christine’s shoulder. “Remember what we talked about. You aren’t responsible for all of us. Though I’ll admit if I hadn’t gotten a field operation by now I’d probably be a little stir-crazy myself.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Heinrich noted with a shake of his head.

Stacie’s eyebrow twitched, and Yakone held up her hands. “Don’t anger the cyborg… haven’t you seen any movie ever? That ends poorly, don’t do it,” the Ranger advised.

“According to old movies, so do alien invasions,” Bonnie commented dryly. “And we’ve yet to kick their bony asses off the planet.”

“Only if you’re a heretic that hasn’t watched Independence Day,” Yakone muttered.

Arthur frowned. “Isn’t that some old American holiday?” he asked, his expression genuinely confused.

“Correct, yet also incorrect,” the Inuit-Caucasian replied. “It is also a movie about kicking aliens off the planet on the holiday.”

“Ah. You will have to forgive me, audio-visual technology was limited in the cell I came from,” the Chinese Ranger explained. “Most technology was, in fact. That’s why I learned to use a blade, since guns were in short supply.”

“That’s what we assume the case is with our Ranger,” Heinrich remarked. “She’s an expert with a katana, but not really comfortable with firearms.”

I suppose that’s the conclusion you’d come to if you didn’t know she was an ancient vampire… thing, Yakone thought to herself.

“A katana?” Arthur frowned. “I attempted to use one once. Found it required more finesse than I was used to. Stuck with a machete, though I prefer a more traditionally shaped sword. Now we’ve got laser bonesaws.”

“Is that why you had trouble with that Mogul?” Bonnie asked. “Not used to the shape?”

“No, no. The Mogul was psionic, I couldn’t read it’s mind for once. Had to rely on my sword and nothing else. Not used to that.”

“So you cheat?”

Arthur chuckled. “I prefer to refer to it as ‘using what is at my disposal’.”

“Amen to that,” Yakone agreed. “Since when does our enemy play fair?”

“They gave up any semblance of ‘playing fair’ when they started using those goo monsters as infiltrators,” Samara stated. “Probably before that, honestly, but those things…”

Bonnie shuddered. “I haven’t seen one myself, thank whatever god exists. Don’t think I could take seeing a human being stretch out like that. Even hearing the reports was unnerving enough.”

“Do we know if they can actually pass for human after more than a cursory glance?” Samara asked, seeming genuinely curious. “Question any infiltrator enough and you’ll eventually find holes in their story. Can those monsters even speak?”

Yakone shrugged. “I don’t know. I mostly remember making first contact from when they actually started morphing. I was too busy preventing myself from becoming sliced and diced to puke at the time, but hell…”

“Makes you wonder what else they have up their sleeves,” Samuel muttered. “However many sleeves that is. Elders have four arms, right?”

“Four… as far as we know,” Yakone replied enigmatically.

“They could be floating centipedes under those bathrobes for all we know,” Bonnie said. “Suppose we’ll find out one day. When we finally get to kill one.” She glanced at Samuel. “What’s that look for? You look like you’re about to strangle someone.”

The Russian shook his head. “We’ll get there,” he said tersely. Just maybe not in time for me.

***

“Yes, about Yokolov…” Atka folded her hands under her chin. “I wanted to ask you how he’d been doing. It’s my understanding he was in the care of the old Overseer… I imagine his capture hasn’t gone over well with Samuel.”

“That’s his reason for being here,” Lester said. “I will admit he is a capable combatant, so I’m not really complaining, but I worry about what will happen should news reach us we are too late to save his father, or if we encounter a situation related to him in the field. With Samuel being as determined as he is…”

“Well, I’m certainly not considering him to lead your squad,” the Commander responded flatly. “Brydon has been the choice so far for seniority’s sake, but I’m wondering if you would be a better choice for the future.”

“Me?” The Specialist seemed genuinely surprised at the concept. “I… I’m flattered, Commander, but I’m not sure I have the authority to direct anyone. Not in their minds, anyway. Certainly not right now, after I... “ He swallowed. “... after I killed so many innocents. Tactically correct or not, it’s still ethically ambiguous at best.”

“That is the obstacle at hand.” Atka nodded, leaning back in her chair. “If you can find a way to overcome it, however, I believe you have what it takes to take charge. You’re objective, and you keep focused on the greater good.”

Playing the devil’s advocate gets me the label of ‘objective’ and ‘focused on the greater good’, Lester thought with a slight twitch of his mouth. “The group will… need some time to cool off. Once that ends, however, I could try my hand at getting them to listen to me.”

“Understood.” Atka’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Just remember though… be careful not to let your objectiveness become callousness. Justify atrocities with the greater good and you’re no better than our enemy.” No better than Desmond.

“The day I begin to enjoy consigning hundreds to their death, I’ll let you know. May as well join ADVENT at that point.” He scowled. “Which I would never stoop to.”

“Good to hear.” Atka got up from her desk, and extended a hand. “General warnings aside, it was nice to speak with you, Lester.”

“It was nice to speak with you too, Commander.” Lester met the handshake with a firm grasp. “I appreciate your being an understanding mind. It’s a welcome change from… ah, you get the idea.”
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Dirty Deeds
Part One


Somewhere within the Northern Great Lakes Area, North America
March 1st, 2034, 0600 Hours


Five well armed men and women stood outside the deep forested area, checking their equipment, pacing, and waiting.

"Cold as the ninth circle of hell out here," a white man named Richardson complained. "I hate early morning assignments. I can't operate before nine o'clock."

"Try not staying up so late, dumbass," Jefferson, a thin man of African decent, responded bluntly. "Not like we got this assignment last minute."

O'Banon, the short man with deep red hair and a thick Irish accent, laughed. "He got ya there, lad. If ye wanna be runnin' home to ye mum o'er a bit a cold and the wee 'ours, ye best be finding another line o' work."

Richardson glared at the man, taking an aggressive step forward, and Catherine McKeller, a woman with dark ebony skin and a New York accent, stepped between them. "Enough! We are all tired and cold, so shut up, the lot of you. As soon as this last person decides to actually show up, we can get on with this."

"Oh, I'm here," a voice called out from the tree line. "I was just scouting the perimeter. Had to make sure nothing snuck up and killed all of you while you were bitching and moaning."

The group stared in confusion as an East Asian woman approached. She was decked out with camo clothes and gear, but under it all was an individual so short and youthful looking, she appeared to barely be in her teens. McKeller laughed. "You're the... 'woman' we're supposed to back up?"

"That depends," the woman said in a defiant tone. "Are you the mercenaries assigned to get in my way?" She placed her bag on the ground and searched through it. "Name's Kasagi."

"Ye be a wee lass, m'lady," O'Banon said with a chuckle.

"How old are you?" McKeller asked bluntly, leaning in front of the short woman.

"548 years old," the Asian woman said without looking up.

McKeller folded her arms. "Well, you need to share your beauty secrets, because you don't look a day over ten."

Kasagi finally looked up. "We gonna have a problem, Ms...?"

"McKeller. And yeah. I'm not sending my men into a hostile situation working under a child. Go home, little girl. Run home to mommy while the big kids play."

Kasagi scoffed. "I'm not going anywhere. It isn't my fault our client didn't tell you anything about me. I didn't even want back up. Almost refused the job for the implication that I couldn't do it myself." She pulled a rolled up sheet of paper and a spray can out of the pack and placed them to the side. "Leave if you must, but don't expect to be paid anything."

"Listen, you little bitch!" McKeller stomped over. "I could put your ass down with one hand tied behind my back, so learn your place!"

"And I could kill you with four fingers," Ayame stated bluntly.

"Oh?" McKeller crouched down in front of her and grinned. "I'd love to see you try."

Like a striking snake, Kasagi stuck out the middle and index fingers of both hands and jabbed them into McKeller's neck. The African American woman's eyes widened as she struggled to breath, incredible pain building in her head. "I just pinched off your carotid body, cutting off the flow of blood to your brain. You'll be dead in about sixty seconds if I don't fix it." Some of the other mercs stepped forward and Kasagi held up a hand. "Unless you know anything about pressure points, only I can save her!"

McKeller's eyes rolled back, some blood dripping from her nose. "P-please... I..."

"Just know that the only reason I'm not killing you here and now is because I don't want to deal with your men afterwards." Kasagi got right in her face. "But next time, I won't bother with this. I'll just cut off your fucking head!"

She jabbed her fingers forward again, and the freed woman held her throat and coughed violently, wiping the blood from her nose. A few of the men raised their weapons, but McKeller held up her hand. "Alright... you win... just give me... a minute. Head... is splitting."

With a surprisingly pleasant smile, Ayame reached into one of her pouches and pulled out a paper wrapping of powdered medicine. "My own mix of aspirin, sodium naproxen, acetaminophen, and enough caffeine to get you hyper for an hour."

McKeller took it, pouring it into her mouth and washing it down with her canteen. As it started to kick in, she stood up, and asked, "So what are we doing here anyway? Hunting Mutons?"

Kasagi rolled her eyes. "You wanna hunt down escaped Balmadaar, join ADVENT. We have bigger fish to fry." She grabbed her bag, as well as the rolled up paper and spray can, and motioned for the others to follow.

O'Banon walked directly behind her, and leaned forward a bit. "That was a interestin' trick, lass. When this is o'er, think ye can teach it to me?"

Ayame shrugged. "Takes a while to learn. Besides, I'd think a man like you would only be interested in blood flowing to one place in particular."

"Is that an offer?" O'Banon asked with a big grin.

Ayame raised an eyebrow. "Thought I was too much of a 'wee lass' for you."

O'Banon shook his head. "I ne'er said that. You're young lookin', but 'ave the feistiness of 'eh lass twice my age. And I like feistiness."

Ayame grinned back. "Play your cards right, and we'll see."

Gomez, a medium height, black haired Mexican woman, rolled her eyes. "If you two can keep it is your pants for five minutes, what exactly are we hunting today?"

"We're hunting Wendigo." Ayame answered matter-of-factly.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Dirty Deeds
Part Two


"Wendi... what?" Gomez scratched her head. "That some kind of new alien?"

Kasagi shook her head. "It's a monster. Creatures known to the Algonquian people as embodiments of greed, gluttony, and excess. They're cursed beings, humans who were corrupted by dark forces after consuming the flesh of another human one too many times. Despite their emaciated, decayed look, they are nearly perfect hunters. It is nearly impossible to lose a Wendigo once it is tracking you, and it can wait for weeks to catch someone in hiding."

"Oh, aye?" O'Banon laughed. "So it be fairy tales and superstitions we be hunting today."

"No." As Kasagi walked, she seemed to change dqirections at random points until stopping in front of a tree. "Here it is." She turned to the others. "We are not hunting a Wendigo. I am. You are simply here to back me up. These things might have been human once, but have no doubt that they are vicious monsters now. Do not engage it if you spot it. No matter what. If it sees you as a threat, I might not be able to save you."

Richardson scoffed. "This is fucking ridiculous." He turned to McKeller. "Are we really buying this?"

Kasagi turned to the tree and unrolled the paper, revealing a stencil circle with intricate patterns, symbols, and unknown words on it. "Do what you want. All I'm telling you is, if you do what I tell you, I promise you'll survive."

McKeller nodded to the others. "Just go along with it for now. We shall see if this holds water." She watched Kasagi spray the holes on the sheet of paper against the tree, stenciling the symbol onto it. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Scouting." Kasagi pulled a large vial out of her pocket. She grinned as she held it out to the others so they could see its contents. "Wendigo eye. Got it from the last one I had to kill. Be back in a minute."

She placed her hand on the symbol, and chanted softly in what sounded like a mixture of Latin, Greek, and some other languages the others weren't familiar with. The symbol glowed red, and Kasagi's eyes turned white as her soul left her physical body. Floating above the others, she flew forward a bit and landed in a tree. She frowned as she scanned the forest, and moved to another tree farther in. Then another.

"Think she's dead?" Richardson asked, walking behind Kasagi's body and reaching out to touch her. He jumped back as the symbol's glow brightened, and the color returned to Kasagi's eyes. She turned to Richardson, who raised an eyebrow and said, "Um... welcome back?"

"Thank you." Kasagi placed her items back in her bag and motioned for the others to follow. "I couldn't find anything. I should have been able to lock on to where the Wendigo was, or at least a general location, but I couldn't even sense anything above the usual supernatural energy levels. Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

The squad moved deeper and deeper into the forest, Kasagi occasionally stopping to check the occasional tracks or disturbed earth. After a while, she had everyone fan out, reminding them to call her if they saw anything, and to not engage unless absolutely necessary.

After another twenty minutes, Richardson chimed in over the radio. "Target spotted. I'm in the clear. Moving closer to engage."

Kasagi quickly grabbed her radio. "Negative. Richardson, do not engage. I am moving towards your position. Sit tight."

"I have a clear shot and it doesn't know I'm here. I'm taking it out."

"Richardson, no!" Kasagi waited for a response. When she got nothing, she let out a string of Chinese curses and spoke into the radio again. "Everyone to Richardson's position, now!" She rushed to where Richardson should have been based on the way they fanned out until the sound of gunfire made her change direction. She stopped short when she found him, clenching her fists. "Fucking amateurs..."

"What is..." Gomez started as she approached, only to trip over Richardson's body. She quickly moved to his neck, and checked for his pulse. "He's dead."

The other three walked up, and O'Banon snapped, "Way te keep yer word, short stack!"

"Hey, fuck you!" Kasagi snapped back. "I promised to keep you alive if you followed my orders! He didn't, and he paid the price, so get off my fucking back!"

She crouched down by the body, examining it with a disturbed look on her face. McKeller crouched next to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wendigos are savages. Richardson was killed with a single blow to the head, probably with a rock. They're also plagued with eternal starvation, yet it didn't even take a nibble before..." She brushed some leaves off him. "...before trying to quickly hide the body."

"What does this mean?" McKeller asked as the two stood up.

"I'm not entirely sure yet." Kasagi looked at the rest. "Fan out again. McKeller, stay with me. Gomez, take a minute to see if you can locate Richardson's gun."

"Why?" Gomez asked. "Can these monsters use a rifle?"

"No," Kasagi answered, walking forward. "They can't."

The pair of women walked in silence for a bit, sweeping left and right. Following a faint pair of tracks, Kasagi motioned for them to hide behind a tree. A few moments later, a large, lumbering being covered in various foliage that did well to camouflage it stepped into view. McKeller raised her weapon, but Kasagi held up a finger and slowly stepped out of cover. "What are you doing?" the merc whispered.

"Something is wrong with this whole situation, and I'm going to find out what," Kasagi answered. "Take aim, but do not fire unless I do." She slowly inched forward, stepping lightly to prevent her steps from giving her away. When she was within ten feet, she raised her revolver. "Turn around slowly. And drop your weapon. I know you have one. Drop it or I shoot."

After several silent seconds, a rifle dropped to the being's feet. It slowly turned around and raised it's hands. It spoke in a gruff voice, in a language Kasagi didn't understand but was familiar with. She glanced behind it, noting at least half a dozen more hiding in the brush or in the trees.

"I'm not... here... to hurt you," Kasagi said slowly. "I'm only..." A shot rang out, and the being dropped to the ground, bleeding from the forehead. Kasagi turned to find Jefferson standing near McKeller, lowering his smoking rifle. "You stupid sack of shit!" Kasagi stomped over to him, enraged. "Don't you recognize them? That wasn't a Wendigo! It was a Balma..." Jefferson suddenly jabbed what appeared to be an exceptionally large taser into Kasagi's belly, and the world went dark.

She awoke a few minutes later to the sound of a bellowing roar. As her eyes started to focus, she saw the last of the Balmadaar fall, taking a shotgun to the abdomen by O'Banon. She shifted her gaze to the side, and saw McKeller shouting angrily at Jefferson. In her haze, she couldn't tell what she was screaming about, but she was obviously mad. Jefferson seemed disinterested, turning away. McKeller continued to yell at him until Jefferson turned around with a handgun, blowing a hole in McKeller's head.

Now wide awake, Kasagi sprang to her feet and rushed over to Jefferson. He smiled at her approach. "Ms. Kasagi, I apologize for the rude treatment. But you seemed you like you were going to be hysterical, and I..."

Kasagi sprang up, needing to do so to make up for the height difference with the unusually tall man, and hit him with a solid left hook, barely remembering to pull her punches. His sunglasses flew to the side, breaking against a tree. "What the fuck is going on!?" She motioned her hand to the dead Balmadaar. "What the fuck is this? You used me to find them, didn't you? Who the fuck do you work for!?"

Jefferson's smile only widened to a creepy length. He open his eyes, human eyes save for the moment they revealed a reptilian nature, and reached into his pocket for another pair of sunglasses. "Take a wild guess."
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Dirty Deeds
Part Three


Kasagi spat to the side, scoffing. "ADVENT. Fucking alien scum." She watched as the rest of the team combed the area, making sure they hadn't missed anyone in their slaughter. "If you're all ADVENT, why kill her?"

Jefferson sighed, looking down at McKeller's body. "Well... we could have taken the Balmadaar in for rehabilitation. But I decided it wouldn't be worth the effort on such defiant trash."

"Defiant, my ass!" Kasagi pointed at the first alien to fall. "He was surrendering without a fight. He probably only killed your man in self defense. And I'm willing to bet the rest were unarmed!"

"Differences in opinion." Jefferson adjusted his glasses. "Catherine agreed with you. My official report will be that she spoke against the ADVENT observer and threatened the sanctity of our order. Though... between you and me, I mostly did it because she was a bitch and I was tired of listening to her nag." He grinned again. "For finding such a threat, in addition to eliminating what I believe is the last of the Balmadaar deserters in North America, I can get off this observation detail. Let someone else make sure the humans stay in line."

"Bastard!" Kasagi gave him a look like she wanted to rip him apart. "Figured as much from a Thin Man."

"Please, Ms. Kasagi, some tact. Nowadays, that is a racial slur for my people. Besides, we're just trying to keep the order. These petulant resistances cause nothing but chaos." He turned and started to slowly walk away. "At any rate, our business is done. The agreed upon funds have been transferred into the agreed upon account. You have done ADVENT, the Elders, and the Path a service. We will be in touch the next time..."

"You're out of your mind!" Kasagi pointed an angry finger, shaking in rage. "No one uses Ayame Kasagi for anything, let alone cold blooded murder! Fuck ADVENT, fuck your Elder slavers, and fuck your Path! The next time we meet, it'll be on opposite sides!"

Jefferson stopped, and let out a deep sigh. "That is... a shame to hear." He turned back, and reached into his vest. "Tell me, Ms. Kasagi, have you ever seen one of these?"

Ayame scoffed at the object he pulled out. "If you think you can threaten me with a simple flash-bang..." Jefferson hit the detonator, and threw the grenade up. It burst in a brilliant violet light that washed over them both, doing little to Jefferson but dropping Kasagi to her knees. "What... did... y-you..."

"It was designed to mimic the effects of a Sectoid Commander's mind fray. And I have it on good authority that you are especially susceptible to alien psionics. My employers might not believe you are what some suspect, but I leave nothing to chance. I also heard that you are especially susceptible to plasma energy." He reached to a back holster and pulled out a plasma pistol. "I'm not entirely sure what that means, though. I mean... most people are pretty susceptible to it considering how quickly they die. Let's test it out."

He fired at the prone woman. She pushed herself to get up, and jumped to the side. It only grazed her side, but it was enough to burn through her vest and reached her skin. With a panicked cry, she ripped the vest off, along with her coat and over shirt. By that time, the plasma had started bubbling and burning, melting her flesh away like acid through butter. She grabbed a combat knife out of her boot sheath, and stabbed it into her side. After several excruciating seconds of digging, her face a combination of pain and terror, she cut off the infected flesh, dropping it to the ground so it could melt into a pile of green ooze.

"Intriguing." Jefferson paced around her. "I say, that must have been terribly painful. With what you supposedly are, I'd think you no longer feel pain, but your face says otherwise."

"Fuck... you..." Kasagi held her over shirt against her exposed side, trying to practically plug up the profusely bleeding hole. As Jefferson circled around her back, she took her blood soaked hand and got to work slowly and carefully drawing three magic circles in front of her. "Just like a fucking Thin Man to torture someone he should kill outright. You're like a fucking Bond villain."

Jefferson shrugged. "I suppose I should just kill you now. But... I'm not sure I want to miss a golden opportunity to experiment a little."

Kasagi spit a mouth full of blood to the side, and laughed. "You... talk... too much..." She slammed her hand down on the first circle as the alien man reached her front again, and an explosion of dirt shot out of the ground and surrounded Jefferson in a dust cloud. Before he could sweep it all away, she hit the second circle, and more dirt circled around Kasagi, combining with the moisture in the air and forming a mud pack that covered her wound. She placed her hand over the third circle, and the blood from the ground shot towards the circle and up into her hand in the shape of a dagger. She threw it at Jefferson, striking him in the belly.

She took off past him as he yelled out in pain and pure anger, trying to use her incredible endurance to get some distance. Gomez had run up and fired at her, lodging a rifle round in her left upper arm. She just ran. A taser shock, that grenade, a plasma shot, tearing off a chunk of her own flesh, and a rifle shot, not to mention casting three spells at once, had taken its toll on her, and she wasn't sure if she could escape. After twenty minutes of running in a random direction, she laid against a tree and closed her eyes.

She opened them again to find O'Banon standing over her, rifle raised. He reached for his radio and said, "Hey, Gomez?" Kasagi reached forward, placing her hand against his lap. She looked into his eyes with longing, and O'Banon grinned. "Yeah?" Kasagi nodded.

"Find her?" Gomez asked over the radio.

Kasagi unzipped his fly, and reached inside. O'Banon reached for his radio and said, "Nah. Just a deer." He practically lunged at her, obviously never having heard of foreplay. He quickly pulled off her bottoms, than his own, and positioned himself over her.

"Wait," she whispered, too weak for much more.

O'Banon raised an eyebrow. "Fer what? Yer tryin' te sex yer way out of death, aye? That kinda requires the sex part."

"I just... want a kiss. A real one." Kasagi smiled weakly. "Like one from a lover."

O'Banon laughed, and obliged, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he prepared to shove something else forward. After half a minute he felt like something was wrong. Before he could pull away, Kasagi wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his head in a death grip. She stared into his eyes, her own eyes turning red as the man felt his very essence drain away from him. Soon, he was too weak to fight back, and Kasagi kept going, until the color drained from his eyes and he went completely limp. Still, Kasagi continued, making sure she got every last drop.

"Oh, my god," Gomez said in frustration, walking up to them, only seeing him laying on top of her with his pants down. "You know I'm gonna have to report this, right?" From her position, she couldn't see Kasagi reaching for O'Banon's sidearm. When she realized something was wrong, she lifted her rifle, only for Kasagi to put a bullet through her knee. She dropped down, and tried to take aim again, but another shot made her lose the rifle, along with three fingers.

Kasagi slowly stood up, kicking the corpse of the drained Irishman aside and fixing her pants. She wiped her mouth and slowly approached Gomez, weapon raised. "Wonder if... he'll still get promoted... if his entire team dies..."

"No, please," Gomez whimpered before a bullet to the head ended her life. Kasagi stood in place for a moment, letting the stolen essence do what it could. Knowing there was little she could do to heal until she was safe, she took off again, hoping she could find the bike she drove here on.

Present Day
On Board the Avenger


Ayame awoke with a start, sweating profusely and panting heavily. She looked around in the dark room, her roommates luckily not having woke up. Memories of the day flooded back, and she recalled talking to Lilith about why she came to fight ADVENT. Ayame had, of course, left out certain details about her true nature and the nature of her injuries, but her dreams didn't lie.

She looked over to Yakone. Too rattled to go back to sleep, Ayame considered waking the young woman to talk to. She then laughed quietly. "Big, bad Kasagi," she whispered to herself. "Lone immortal fighter, now a scared little girl afraid of nightmares..." She scoffed, and quickly walked out for a late night shower.
 

DarkGemini24601

Well-Known Member
Task Force "Bellator"

2200 Hours, August 4th, 2038
Somewhere over South America
Onboard the Avenger
Floor 6, Central Block
Command Quarters


The Commander sat before her laptop, flipping through emails sent through the Resistance Communications Network. Most of it had been marked by her staff as data to be forwarded to the intelligence team, and she thus skipped it. But there were a few things in particular that were markedly important to her. The first was a message from the Overseer, one that she decided to file away to read last considering that it was likely something heavy. The other missive that caught Atka’s eye was addressed to her from the combined Resistance cells in Chile, the UCFF.

Atka leaned forward in her chair. Joseph was telling me about how the UCFF had been gaining strength recently, she remembered. The unified cells had been spurred on by both XCOM’s actions and an expansion of stolen military hardware, and out of interest – and concern that they would be targeted by ADVENT for destruction – Atka had decided to keep an eye on the UCFF. And now, low and behold, they had reached out to her, it seemed.

[To the only resistance with the skills and the man power to call themselves XCOM.

My name is Jorge Rivera, and I speak on behalf of the Unified Chilean Freedom Fighters. Through the hard work and dedication of the strong Chilean people that fight alongside me, my once small group stands to put a thorn in the side of ADVENT as none other but yourself has been capable of doing. But I am reluctantly forced to admit I can no longer do this without assistance. The UCFF is strong, our people brave, but we lack the equipment and the technological advantages to withstand the attention we have drawn to ourselves by ADVENT. It is with my head hung low in respect that call on you for assistance, whatever you might be able to provide. We stand ready to initiate a major operation that my turn the tide in our favor, but we need XCOM's assistance to pull it off. Please inform us if you can help.

Speaking for all those of the once-great nation of Chile who long to make this our home again,

Yours, Jorge Rivera
United Chilean Freedom Fighters]


Returning to her initial posture in her chair, the Commander considered the offer. On one hand, the objective of broadcasting the truth about ADVENT was a priority, and committing troops to Chile would mean leaving them there for potentially up to a month. That would slow down XCOM’s primary objective for certain. But at the same time, Atka contested against herself, the destruction of the UCFF would mean a major blow to morale across the Resistance and a sign that expanding too much will get you destroyed. The Inuit woman slowly nodded. “Assist the UCFF, and it will send a message that alongside XCOM the Resistance can overcome ADVENT.”

With that in mind, Atka set out to get together a team to assist the Chileans. They’ll need a leader… I can spare Bradford for that purpose. As for troops and staff members… she began compiling a list.

Ctrl Officer Bradford, William [Trooper]
SQ Van Dam, Lilith [Sharpshooter]
SQ Espina, Carlos [Sharpshooter]

SQ Tvarnov, Marx [Ranger]
SQ Kasagi, Ayame [Ranger]

SQ O’Brien, Morrigan [Specialist]
SQ “Red Hawk”, Mark [Specialist]

SQ Van Dam, Luke [Grenadier]
SQ Manamea, Keloe [Grenadier]

SQ Nunez III, José [Ambusher]
SQ Inverse, Luna [Ambusher]

SQ Cruz, Damien [Trooper]
SQ De Saint Pierre, Gwendoline [Juggernaut]
Nurse Sissio, David
Nurse Harrison, Trenton
Eng. McCaffree, Peter [Construction, Aerospace]
Eng. Irons, Jack [Military, Civil]

Satisfied with that complement, the Commander activated the PA system and declared, “Attention. I have been contacted by one of our fellow Resistance cells, the united group of Chilean rebels that call themselves the UCFF. They need our help, both in advancing their technology and assisting their operations. I have compiled Task Force Bellator to complete this objective.” She began rattling off names. “All staff listed, gather your things and head to the Skyranger hangar. Firebrand will be ferrying you in groups over to Chile. From there, you’ll have to rely on the UCFF’s transport to get around, and you’ll have Bradford in charge for the moment – not me.” Atka paused for a moment, and then continued,

“The goals of this operation are threefold. Our non-combat staff will be aiming to get their weaponry up to par with our beam lasers and plated armor – the latter potentially taking longer. We’ll be sharing our advanced battery technology for this purpose, providing them with our MP Miniguns as well. As for our combat staff, I will be counting on you to make sure any operations the UCFF undertakes goes smoothly. We’re the best of the best, the cadre among the Resistance. If anyone can do something, it’s us.” Atka took a deep breath.

“Finally, this goes out to both my Central Officer and the rest of the deployed forces… make sure the UCFF does not fall. Figure out a way to push back the ADVENT threat in the region so that the Chileans might prosper, and become a beacon to the rest of the Resistance that we have a chance. Good luck out there. I have faith in you.”
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
ZombieSplitter53 & MarineAvenger
Awkward Arrivals


Northern Chile
Just South of the UCFF Headquarter
August 5th, 2038
2300 Hours, Local Time


The XCOM forces where cruising north through the Northern Chilean jungle. Dropped off by way of XCOM dropship, they were making use of the United Chilean Freedom Fighter's land vehicles, jeeps, humvees, and soldier transports, to move the small group of soldiers, engineers, nurses, and supplies. The group would have to get used to vehicle transport for the next several weeks.

Located in the northern end of Chile, the UCFF's main headquarters was nestled into the west side of the Andes Mountains. The base could be divided into two parts. First was the mobile section. Made up of a number of large tents and collapsible buildings, this part acted as the deceptive front of the HQ. These structures included a wide building that housed their vehicles, an outdoor meeting tent, a large tent containing weapons and armor to quickly grab in case of an attack, smaller tents to rest in, and several for storage, all hidden amongst the trees.

This was a front to hide another permanent structure built into the side of the mountain, underground. In addition to barracks for the UCFF members to sleep in, the base had the main cache of weapons, emergency vehicles to back up the ones outside, a manufacturing wing to build weapons, and it was built and expanded from an old bomb shelter. This base not only provided somewhere for anyone outside to retreat to should they be found and not be able to withstand the attack, but it could withstand a bombardment that would destroy the outside.

Arriving in base late in the evening, using the late hours in cover their movement, Bradford couldn't help but notice it was sparsely populated as he was directed towards a man in the center, despite there supposedly being nearly two dozen soldiers. The individual he walked over to was staring at a map, on a table under a canvas. He was deep in thought, and didn't notice Bradford or the soldiers with him at first.

Bradford cleared his throat and set his rifle down on the table next to the map, crossing his arms. “Central Officer Bradford of the XCOM Resistance craft The Avenger. Heard you needed the calvary.” He said disgruntled, his scarred up face being off putting to some.

Noting his tone, the man looked up and gave an apologetic smile. He looked a bit off put by the scars, but only for a moment. “My apologies, Mr. Bradford,” he said with a thick hispanic accent. “I am afraid my manners have taken a back seat to the stress of our conflict. My name is Jorge Rivera. I lead this band of proud Chilean fighters only trying to reclaim their home.” He offered his hand and another smile, obviously the charming sort.


Bradford didn’t seem impressed, but took his hand none the less and shook it. “Give me the sit-rep of operations here. I need a full view of the ins and outs of this place. Hold nothing back.”

“Uh… right. Well…” Rivera turned the map towards Bradford and circled a decent part of Northern Chile. “This is our operation zone. It might not look like much, but it is nearly twice what it was two years ago, largely in part to the unification of the Chilean resistances under the UCFF. We would like to expand closer to the megacity, but as we are limited to land vehicles, we would pretty much be, um...Cómo se dice… ‘screwed’ if we got in trouble that far south. We have enough fire arms to wage a full army, but mostly only what used to be known as ‘conventional weapons.’ I shall give you the tour of our main base later.”

“Yes, well for the time being Rivera pull your forces back to our lines and have them on stand by. I am going to have my men mixed in with yours and going to overview your current plans. I hope you don’t take offense when I say I want to see the effectiveness of your forces on my own before we start anything big. You will be updated on everything of course. You know the area and these are your men. We aren’t here to monopolize.” Bradford assured the Chilean man, taking his gaze from the map briefly to look at him.

Jorge bit his lip, his shoulders sulking down a bit. “Yeah, uh… about that. I’m afraid most of my men are on an operation as we speak about thirty minutes north of here.”

“Well then…” Bradford said, grabbing his rifle. “Guess I get to see just how well you are leading you men.” He waved a hand to the base. “Shall we see them get their boots to the ground.”

Rivera cleared his throat. “I should also mention that… they’re already engaged with ADVENT. I was actually hoping you would help us with this mission. Gathering data we need. But I kinda… got worried you might be late, so I sent them out… without you…”

“You…” Bradford let out a deep sigh, turning to his aid. “Find some men to scramble together a team. Seems things are going downhill before we even get a chance to get the ball rolling.” He turned back to the UCFF leader and gave him a hard look. “As for you… we are going to have to have a rather long talk about this and our future endeavors if you are looking to survive this campaign.”

“Yes, well…” Rivera let out a nervous laugh. “I guess we get to see what your men can do to, eh?” When he saw Bradford was anything but amused, he cleared his throat and said, “Well… welcome to Chile, Bradford. I look forward to… learning from you.”

“And I look forward to cleaning this place up.” Brad responded, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder as he rounded around the table and began walking to the base as an XCOM team was going to be rounded up.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
“All roads lead to Rome. That means all roads diverge from it, as well.”

XCOM Mission Parameters

Operation Roman Knowledge
Collect Key Assets
0115 Hours, August 6th, 2038

South American Continent
Former Republica de Chile
Local Operational Data Hub


XCOM Forces

Menace 2-5

SQ Van Dam, Lilith [Sharpshooter]
SQ Tvarnov, Marx [Ranger]
SQ O’Brien, Morrigan [Specialist]
SQ Van Dam, Luke [Grenadier]
SQ Manamea, Keloe [Grenadier]

SQ Cruz, Damien [Trooper]

UCFF Forces

Most of the UCFF soldiers

Gear


Lethal Grenades: AP, HE, CU, AT, Viper, Incendiary
Utility Grenades: SP, TG, Flashbang, Smoke, Rebuff, EMP Grenade, Slurry Bomb
Miscellaneous Items: Medkit, Battlescanner, Combat Knife, Radio Jammer, Skulljack, Stimkit, Mimic Beacon
Class Specific: Bear / Wavepit Trap / IED Trap [Ambusher], Micro Missile Cluster [Specialist]

Mission Briefing:


XCOM is sending its forces into Chile in order to ensure the UCFF is able to withstand the forces of ADVENT and not be crushed under our enemy’s might like so many before them. Our first order of business is to get intel on ADVENT outposts and supplies within the region, and the local Data Hub is just the place for that.

There is, however, a bit of a hiccup right from the start; the UCFF leader, Jorge Rivera, jumped the gun on the mission. It seems he is a bit uneasy about asking for outside help, especially from the attention grabbing XCOM. Fearing he might lose the window of opportunity to assault the data hub, he sent his men out early. Whether he has based this on false information, nervousness, or an attempt to prove he doesn’t need our help means little now. His people are out there, and they are pinned down.

Your mission will be to join in on the assault and insure its success. Assist the pinned down Chilean freedom fighters, recover intel about ADVENT operations in the area, and see if you can’t find intelligence on dropship parts so we might bless the UCFF with a high tech dropship of their own.


Objectives:


  1. Recover ADVENT Survey Data to gain intelligence on where we can find parts for the UCFF Dropship.
  2. Recover any files related to the ADVENT Staging Point in Chile.

Hazards:

Ground-based Deployment - Firebrand will not be dropping the XCOM squad off for this mission. Instead, they will have to use Resistance vehicles to reach the AO.

UCFF Forces - There will be a detachment of our allies already at the site by the time we arrive. Be cautious of friendly fire.

Terrain:

The Data Hub is positioned on a cliffside in the lower rungs of the Andes Mountains. There is an old roadway that runs along the cliff and passes in front of the ADVENT outpost. The UCFF forces took the left path, and are currently engaged from a line of cover created by an avalanche that occurred years ago. There is good cover here, but also more ADVENT defenses - which is what bogged down the UCFF. The right side has more sparse cover, but there is little in the way of immediately-discernable defensive emplacements other than a pair of sentry towers at key increments along the road. It will be up to the squad leader to decide whether the team should try to assist from the left, attack from the right, or attempt to split the team.

The ADVENT outpost itself is hardly the most defensive building ADVENT has, being a facility for the collection a distribution of data, but do not take it lightly. Conflict with the UCFF has led to an increase in forces across the country, even here, so expect heavy resistance. The outpost, on the inside, is built much like an office building, with computer room after computer room on the ground floor.

Civilians will have been evacuated by the time you arrive, so collateral damage is not an issue on the ground floor. However, upon taking the stairs or elevator in the back to the basement floor, you will be faced with wall after wall of massive computer towers making up the majority of the lower floor. These towers contain countless amounts of data for the region, including the information we are looking for, so avoid damaging them too much, at least until we have what we need.

You will find the data too encrypted to decode on site, so download all that you can to bring back to the UCFF HQ. Our download programs will know where in the system to look, so searching won’t be a problem, but you’ll have to access all three computer rooms in the lower level to assure the whole system is search.

There is only one way in and out of the lower floor, the elevator and stairs in the back, so speed will be important not to be trapped in the lower floor. Get in, get the data, and fight your way out to the evac zone, where ground vehicles, hidden in the brush, will be waiting to get you out of there.
 
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Dahlexpert

Well-Known Member
Dalhexpert, Frostlich1228, & ZombieSplitter53
Operation Roman Knowledge
Part One


XCOM cruised along in the UCFF’s spare transport vehicle, the Andes ever to their side, set as a marker as they neared the location of the mission. The quick mission was somewhat jarring, Bradford not having expected the UCFF to launch their attack before XCOM arrived. The driver of the vehicle, Vicente Torres, kept his eyes straight ahead, but that didn’t stop Morrigan from peaking out from the back cab and saying, “So what’s the big deal? We come all the way out here to help, and you guys can’t wait? It isn’t like we were late or anything.”

Torres didn’t look back, only shaking his head. “Back off, alright?” he said, his accent thick, English obviously not his strongest language. “Boss got a little spooked, alright? We need this data, and he didn’t want to take a chance that you guys wouldn’t show up.”

“Oh, so now we have to prove ourselves to the people that asked us for help?” Morrigan countered.

Vicente did look back this time, but at Lilith. “You’re the squad leader, right? Will you tell her to back off and let me drive?”

Lilith looked at Morrigan “Hey Red, lay off for now, it doesn't matter what their leader did. We're here now. Besides, I need you to focus. You will have a long day ahead of you since you will be doing the hacking. But don’t worry. You will have a charging red psion, with a massive minigun watching your back.” Lilith said, looking at Luke.

Luke was loading his minigun and his grenade launcher. He was also going over his skater shotgun. “Yeah, Red, you have me watching your back. I have some pay back to give to ADVENT. Bet they’ve been enjoying not having to deal with me for a while. Also I did promise Alexis not to get hurt on this mission.”

“Just don’t go too crazy,” Damien Cruz warned, looking between Luke and his fellow grenadier. “Remember, it’ll be hard to hack their systems if we blow up the servers.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Keloe looked over her own explosives all the same and grinned at look. “Doesn’t mean we can’t blow shit up after we’re done with the computers, right?”

Luke glanced at Keloe “I like your thinking, kid.”

Keloe lifted her MP Microgun and laughed. “Who you calling kid, kid? What are you, twenty?”

“I’m twenty three baby, but a very deadly twenty three years old. Now, if you want to make a game out of this, just make things interesting, and I’m game.” Luke said with a evil smile.

Lilith looks at both Keloe and Luke. “Lady, a word of advice with my son. He get’s very competitive and lives for this kind of thing.”

Manamea shrugged. “Let’s just play the who gets more kills game.”

Cruz rolled his eyes, giving them a “I’m too old for this crap” look despite being younger than them. “I think I prefer sitting with you,” he said to Marx, who simply checked his weapons and sat with the silent repose of a man about to go into battle.

The team rolled up to just outside the facility, the UCFF soldier seeming to know by instinct where the other UCFF vehicles would be parked and join them. He led the three forward, and they found themselves following an old roadway leading up the cliff. It split in two, both leading up to the simple ADVENT facility nestled into the side of the mountain. To the right, a path with sparse cover and a few watch towers. To the left, the sound of explosions and gunfire. From where they were, they could see the UCFF soldiers were in decent cover, but the ADVENT soldiers had a good defensive position that the UCFF couldn’t break, and the latter had already taken several casualties.

Vicente turned to Lilith. “So, we going to go down there and back up my brothers and sister?”

“You damn right we are.” Lilith turned to her grenadiers. “Luke, Keloe, give ADVENT a warm XCOM welcome, everyone else advance to cover I will stay here and give you my support!”

The team headed down the path to join the UCFF, but Morrigan stayed with Lilith and nodded her head to the right. “Maybe the two of us could circle around, and flank the ADVENT troops?”

“That could work, but for me, I’m better in the back. You and your Gremlin should flank though, and Marx will go with you, his shotgun should be in good enough range to get a few shots.”

Morrigan nodded, and called over Marx, the pair heading right. Meanwhile, down by the UCFF, Cruz fired at an ADVENT trooper, hitting him square in the chest, but the trooper only fired back, nearly taking off Cruz’s head. “Damn! They weren’t kidding about ADVENT getting better armor, were they?”

Luke looked at Keloe. “So, you wanna blow them up and I gun them down. Or you blow them up and I give you a little psionic assistance?”

Keloe looked back at Luke.”I’ll blow them up and you gun them down.” She loaded her grenade launcher with two AP grenades and launched them at the ADVENT forces. ADVENT was taken back by the two explosions, doing moderate damage to their armor, but there armor still held.

Luke fired his minigun at the ADVENT forces, destroying the remaining armor of the ADVENT forces. And to add icing on the cake, Luke used his pyrokinesis on the ADVENT soldiers to force them out of cover out of fear.

Lilith saw the burning ADVENT forces and fired her beam sniper rifle at the burning soldiers taking out a few of the soldiers. “So ADVENT is getting better. Good. Makes it more fun.” Lilith aimed at the ADVENT soldiers further on the right side were Morrigan was. “Hey, Red? You in position? I have them pinned down.”

“Working on it!” Morrigan called into her radio, currently pinned down by a trooper in a watch tower. She sprayed fire, though wasn’t trying to hit anything, only distract as Marx had made his way up the tower. The trooper turned just in time to get a sword through his belly.

Marx reached to his ear piece and said, “Come up here and cover me while I move to the next tower, O’Brian. From there, you’ll have a good high ground position.”

Near Lilith, she heard the crack of another sniper rifle, though this one of the more traditional variety. A young woman looked over and called out, “You speak English, XCOM?”

“The name is Lilith, and yes I speak english. Who are you?”

“Valentina. Best sniper in Chile.” Valentina looked through her scope. “Looks like you’re giving us the push we need, but we still have two troopers, two gunners, two hoverguards, a pair of drones, and worst of all, a rocketeer and an automatic turret. That rocketeer has taken out three of my friends alone. Can you see him from your position?”

Lilith looked through her own sights and saw the rocketeer near one of the towers entrance.” Yeah I see him, Luke you have a new set of targets. A rocketeer, and a turret.”

“Perfect,” Luke answered back. “Don’t worry. I will take them out.”

“No, you won’t. Torres will go with you, you two should be enough to take them out. And Luke, even though you have the E.X.O suit doesn't mean you're invincible, and Torres dosen’t have your armor, so protect him as well. And don’t go overboard with your powers alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Yo, Torres were got a different assignment let’s go.”

Luke made his way along the cover to where Lilith said the Rocketeer firing from. When he looked back, he couldn’t help but notice both Vicente and a woman was following him. “What are we doing?” Vicente asked.

“Were going to take out a rocketeer and a turret. If we're going to make any progress and advance anywhere, we need to take those things out. Tell me, are you any god with that grenade launcher?” Luke asked Vicente.

Vicente smiled, reached back and pulling out said explosive launcher. “Demolitions expert. As is my sister, Antonia.”

The woman with him said, “Not much with a launcher myself, but get me close to the turret, and I’m sure throwing a few of these will help.” She reached back and produced a few meaty sticks of dynamite.

“Dynamite, no your not going to get near that thing with that. Here’s the plain, I will through a flash grenade at the rocketeer which should blind him, after that I will get the turrets attention. You two deal with the rocketeer I will deal with the turret.”

Antonia scoffed and looked at her brother. “¿Por qué estamos tomando órdenes del gringo?

“Debido a que los llamamos para pedir ayuda. Sólo jugar bien y hacer lo que dice.” The Torres brother nodded to Luke. “Ready when you are.”
 
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ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Dalhexpert, Frostlich1228, & ZombieSplitter53
Operation Roman Knowledge
Part Two


Luke loaded his grenade launcher, and fired his flash grenade at the rocketeer. “Now move, get to cover!” Luke yelled and fired his minigun at the turret shredding it’s armor, the turret spotting Luke and firing at him.”Good luck, you two.”

The siblings moved up, Vincente taking a knee and firing at the turret. The pounding it had taken before, coupled with Luke’s assault, took its toll, and the grenade took it out. Meanwhile, his sister got right up to the Rocketeer. Her traditional shotgun normally wouldn’t cut it, but the rocketeer had luckily already taken damage, and a trio of quick shots took him down, and left Antonia just enough time to duck back into cover before she could be taken out.

Over to the right, Morrigan hunkered down below some low cover with Marx, a magnetic shot from the tower ahead nearly hitting her. “Damn it. If we can just get there, I’ll be in position to hit their flank!”

Marx took a look around the environment for a second before turning towards her, “I can make a distraction, while they are taking shots at me you can line up yours.”

Morrigan nodded. “Just don’t do anything to get yourself killed, alright?”

“I’ll be fine…” Marx quickly gripped his weapon, dashing horizontally towards the nearest cover in the direction, firing shot after shot upwards at the tower. It promptly focused to him, firing a few ones but only managing to scorch Marx’s skin with magnetic streaks as he slid into the other cover.

“Let’s see how good the new helmet armor is,” Morrigan muttered, taking a deep breath and firing. The helmets were indeed stronger, her beam not penetrating the back. But it penetrated the front, and that is what counted. As the pair regrouped and rushed to the tower, Morrigan looked town at the exposed flesh on Marx’s legs. “You sure have a high threshold for pain, huh?”

“Well, you could say that…” He looked down at his leg and saw his own damaged flesh, “I can keep going, it’s nothing life threatening.”

“I’ll have GZ-MO help you out when we have some breathing room.” Morrigan and Marx made it up the tower, and had a perfect view of the enemy’s flank. She was happy to see someone had taken out the turret and rocketeer, but the pair of gunner’s had Keloe and Damien pinned down. She pulled out an HE grenade and asked, “How is your throwing arm, Tvarnov? I’m afraid I throw like a girl, so to speak.”

“Could be better, but it’s certainly not terrible, these farmer arms have their uses.” Marx took the HE grenade from the woman, standing up and taking a second to line up the shot as he threw it towards the Advent forces. The grenade tumbled through the air, coming in contact with the head of one of the Soldiers, disorientating him just long enough to come to and see the grenade before the explosion engulfed him. Because the second gunner’s armor had been torn up from the explosion, the two XCOM soldiers he had been harassing made short work of him.

The pair of hoverguards up high turned their attention two flanking soldiers Valentina aimed to the one to her side, and called out, “Lilith! On the count of three, si?”

“Yeah, three. One… two… three!” Lilith fired her beam sniper at one of the hoverguard, doing serious damage to one of them, getting their attention. As he turned to Lilith, Valentina aimed at the damaged part of his armor and fired. The hoverguard cried out and he dropped. If he survived the fall, the shots from the UCFF troops finished him off. Lilith and Valentina took out the second hoverguard in the same manner.

“Hey, where can I get me one of those fancy sniper rifles?” Valentina asked.

“Hmph, if you join us you can. We can use all the help we can get, any help. Think about it. You get to fight ADVENT head on, this to us is a small skirmish. If you join us you will take the fight right to ADVENT.”

“Heh, sounds like fun.” Valentina reloaded. “I’ll keep it in mind if I decide I want to be in even more danger on a daily basis.”

The ADVENT lines broken, the two remaining troopers retreated into the facility while the drones took a suicide run of the UCFF to by time. Only one of the troopers made it, as the other was shot down by Morrigan.

Both teams regrouped outside of the building, Morrigan’s Gremlin healing Marx. “Stay still or it won’t work,” she insisted.

“Got you... “ He replied, keeping an eye out.

One of the UCFF approached Lilith and offered his hand. “Diego Rojas. Head of this mission since the other head got gunned down. Um… we can all assault the building at once, but there will probably be more ADVENT coming. If you want, we can guard the outside while your team takes the inside.”

Luke looked at Diego. “Let them come, gives us a good distraction while the rest of them regroup.”

Lilith rolled her eyes at her son’s eagerness. “Guard the outside, Luke you stay outside and guard. Keep ADVENT outside and don’t let any of them in. Plus, with you out here, these guys probably won’t get overrun.”

Luke loaded his weapons and went with Diego outside to stand guard. The other five XCOM soldiers headed into the building. They found themselves in what looked like an office building, and odd sight situated next to the Andes in the middle of nowhere. From within some of the computer rooms near the back, three ADVENT troopers and an assault drone fired, forcing XCOM into cover in the other computer rooms. A shieldbearer slowly moved forward, two worker drone armed with basic plasma pistol behind him.

Keloe took out her grenade launcher. “Breaking these computers is okay, right?”

Cruz shrugged. “I guess. I think the main servers are down in the basement.”

“Cool…” Keloe peaked out, and the explosion from her grenade shook the whole building. The shieldbearer was knocked on his back, and Cruz quickly took out one of the worker drones.

Lilith looked at the damage and said to herself. “Damn it, a little too much boom, don’t you think!?”

“Sorry, boss!” Keloe called out and took out the other worker drone.

Morrigan took out her second grenade, an AP grenade, and tossed it at the fallen shieldbearer, shredding the man’s armor and allowing the others to finish him. “Come on, boys! We were expecting more of a chall…” Morrigan’s eyes widened in terror for a moment. No! Not… again…! Her eyes glazed over, and she turned to Marx in cover next to him, taking aim at the man with her sidearm.

Marx seemed confused for a second, before suddenly realizing what was going on, jumping forwards to try to wrestle the weapon from her hands with his superior strength. With her subdued but Marx seemingly occupied, the Sectoid Domineer stepped out from the shadows and aim its plasma pistol, ready to take them out together.

Lilith fired her magnum at the Sectoid, getting its attention. “Morrigan, Marx, get out of there!” Lilith yelled, still firing at the sectoid. Marx was able to roll the pair out of the way before the Sectoid could fire thanks to the distraction. Marx quickly hopped up, pulling his laser-bladed machete off of his back and bringing it down onto the frail creature with sledgehammer force, completely slicing it in half.

Free from its control with its death, Morrigan gave Marx a frightened look. “Did I hurt anyone?!”

“You’re fine, no one’s hurt.” He looked over to what was left of the Sectoid, “No one except for the thing.”

Keloe and Cruz took out the remaining automaton, a well timed shot rupturing its power core. The resulting explosion flung the trooper next to him into the open for the others to finish off. Again overrun, the remaining two troopers retreated down the stairs to the basement level, though only one made it, the other taken out from a blast through the back of the head by a very angry Morrigan.

“Nigh I’m in a brutal mud.” Morrigan spat to the side and glanced at Lilith. “What do you think? Take the stairs, or the elevator?”

“We take the stairs, if we take the elevator there is a good chance they will be waiting on us.”

“They could always take out the elevator and all of us with it with a single grenade.” Marx added.

“And just in case they are thinking the same…” Damien stepped into the elevator, hitting the button to go down and quickly stepping out again as the doors closed. “Probably won’t fool them, but worth a shot.” He looked over to Keloe. “No explosives down stairs.”

Keloe scoffed. “I get it, jeez. I bet Luke is getting to blow plenty of stuff up.”
 

Dahlexpert

Well-Known Member
Dalhexpert, Frostlich1228, & ZombieSplitter53
Operation Roman Knowledge
Part Three


Morrigan walked up to the stairs and said, “Mind if I take point, Lilith? I wouldn’t mind getting a few more kills after another mind invasion like that.”

“Stay behind Morrigan, you’re very important. Plus, Marx will take point, no telling what the basement is like.”

The team headed down, Marx ahead of the group. The lower floor was filled with row after row of large computer towers, obviously managing a lot of data. At the end of the room, near one of the three computer rooms Morrigan would have to access, was the remaining trooper. He wasn’t alone, three humanoids with him. They weren’t dressed in ADVENT armor, but rather had Protectorate insignias. That and their lanky features meant they were likely Mimics. Closer to the stairs was another trio of Mimics. The elevator trick had worked to a small extent. The enemy hadn’t fired, but their eyes were on the opening elevator doors at the moment.

“Let’s drop them hard and fast…” Marx took cover behind a terminal a few feet from the targets, then began to fire into them with his shotgun multiple times, catching them off guard and fatally wounding those closest to the stairs.

The remaining Mimic scattered while the ones in the back of the room fired. Cruz stepped out of cover to shoot back, their small rifles not intimidating to look out, and was floored by a plasma shot that burned through the front of his armor and scorched his chest. “What that hell!” he yelled, rolling into cover.

Morrigan knelt next to him, using her Gremlin’s remaining healing protocol to dull the pain. “Those weapons of theirs are firing at sniper’s distance, Lilith!”

“Yeah, I got them.” Lilith fired her magnum at one of the mimics, doing little damage, Lilith switched to her beam sniper and fired it the disguised alien, taking it out.

Keloe cursed her oversized weapons, and reached to Cruz’s side, taking one of his smoke grenades and popping it. Before the smoke fully rose, a plasma beam hit her shoulder, and she cried out, cursing the Mimic’s legendary aim. The smoke and the towers gave the XCOM troops an opportunity, however, as Morrigan and Marx slowly moved left right, going to flank the pair.

Morrigan slinked along the wall, taking a moment to step into the computer room and maneuver the Gremlin. After a few keystrokes on her arm, the Gremlin connected to the computer and started its hacking.

Holding his machete in both hands, Marx searched around for the Mimic and luckily found him moments before it took Morrigan by surprise. The Russian charged into it, slamming into one of the computer terminals. After landing a savage headbutt on it, the alloy mask protecting him and adding damage, Marx thrust his machete forwards through it’s chest, pinning it to the mainframe as he began to pummel it with his fists until it stopped moving. Morrigan smiled back at him. “T'anks for de cover, me russian guardian aingayle,” she said, and quickly continued hacking the computer for the information.

“Just make this quick,” Marx responded, watching her back.


By the time Morrigan finished, Lilith helped the others to them. Morrigan stepped next to the computer room door. “Well, boss… Cruz is down, and even if I could patch up Manamea’s shoulder, her weapons are a little too destructive. So if Marx takes Damien’s weapon to get him a ranged weapon, it’s our three against their three, and two of them are super flexible aliens with weapons they can fire like small weapons but have sniper range. And the fact that they aren’t firing means they probably know we need to get to the other computer rooms and can just sit and wait for backup. Seems we have the disadvantage. Any ideas, Lilith?”

“Hum, we do have a disadvantage. And I can’t call our forces outside to come back, and this magnum does not do a lot.” Lilith looks at the grenades she had. “Heh, didn't think I would get the chance to use these. Alright, here’s the plan. First, I’m going to throw a flash grenade into the room that should blind them. Once blinded, open fire on them. Since the room is small there shouldn't be many places to hide. If you’re not able to drop them, then I will throw a viper grenade. The poison on top of their wounds should be able to drop them. That good enough for you red?”

“Sounds good to me.” Morrigan held up her weapon, Marx doing the same with Cruz’s. “We’re ready. Let it rip.”

“Alright then, let’s get this over with.” Lilith got to the edge of the door. She opened the door and threw a flash grenade into the main room, blinding the aliens. “Now!” Lilith used her beam sniper at one of the mimics, severely wounding it. S pointed her weapon at the human trooper and fired at his his armor. Her weapon doing little damage. “Red you're up.”

Morrigan darted out and around one of the large servers. She spotted the uninjured mimic, who had separated from the others and avoided the flash, as it aimed at Marx. Morrigan fired first, hitting its hand and its chest armor, and knocking it to the ground. “Lilith, now! While they’re still reeling!”

“Got you, have a taste of your own medicine!” Lilith threw a viper grenade into the room. poisoning the aliens in the room. The poison killing one of the mimics. Lilith fired her beam sniper at the trooper again this time dropping it.

The other mimic, however, resisted the venom of its fellow alien’s origin, and fired at Morrigan. She dived to the side, rolling into the second computer room as the long range blast whizzed by. Determined to take at least one enemy down with it, the Mimic charged towards her. It reached the room and took aim, but Marx shoulder tackled it. As it tried to get its bearings, Marx unloaded on it, blasting it to bits, along with one of the large servers behind it. “Hope there wasn’t anything important on that one.”

Morrigan let out a sigh of relief, and got to work hacking the second computer. As Lilith and the others joined her, Morrigan said, “We should try and bring one of these Mimics back, along with the remains of one of their weapons.” She quickly finished up, and moved to the third computer room. Once finished, she smiled at the others. “Ready to go. I think we got what we came for.”

Lilith nodded. “Finally, I just hope the others are alright. We have no idea if ADVENT tried to come back here or not.”

They made their way to the stairs, and Keloe reached to her side. “Hey, one of the UCFF ladies gave me these.” She pulled out half a dozen sticks of dynamite. With a grin, she asked, “Now that we’re done here, mind if I blow it up? Could only hurt the aliens if we do.”

Lilith looked at Keloe. “Do you have a match, or anything to light the sticks of dynamite?”

Keloe’s smile widened, and she pulled out a lighter. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She lit the fuses, and quickly tossed them, two towards each room. The team rushed up and made it outside in time to hear the explosion down below.

Out of the building, the five saw an ADVENT dropship flying off, at least one having come to drop of reinforcements. Luckily, the UCFF seemed to have taken care of them. “Watch out!” Morrigan yelled to Luke as two troopers rushed him.

Luke looked at the two troopers, and used his fire cracker on the them, destroying their armor. He then pulled out his scatter shotgun, blasting both troopers repeatedly and killing them both. Luke turned to his aunt and the others. “About time you people showed up, are we done here?”

“You get what we need?” Diego Rojas asked, running up.

“Yup.” Morrigan tapped the side of GZ-MO. “We can go, as long as Luke is done looking all badass.”

“They’re never going to be done then. I’m just that damn good. So we can go home now, or is still work that need to be done?”

Diego Rojas looked down at a device one his wrist. “Radar shows more incoming troops. Let’s get out of here before they arrive.” He led the others down to where the trucks were stashed, which had luckily escaped the carnage. “Back to base, everyone!” he called out. The others loaded in their fallen brothers and sister, no one being left behind. Cruz helped one of them load in two of the Mimic bodies as well, along with the remains of their bodies.

As the vehicles drove off, Morrigan let out a sigh of relief, her Gremlin resting in her lap. She smiled at Lilith. “Poor start, shaky going down, and a little sketchy at the end there, but mission success, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s weird not getting the jump on ADVENT, feels nice to have a good old fashioned war. And having ADVENT step it up means we're finally getting to them.”
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Small Celebrations

Northern Chile
UCFF Main Headquarters
August 8th, 2038, 0940 Hours


Jack stood over the various weapon fragments, studying them intently. They had come from the Mimics, and had somehow given their weapons incredible range.

"Stare at them any harder, and you'll burn a hole in them," Morrigan joked as she walked over. Behind, Ayame carried a large box of supplies, the petite ranger surprisingly good at moving supplies.

Jack sighed and rubbed his chin. "I don't know if I can unlock these secrets by myself. Don't take this the wrong way, but I really wish Dr. Shen was here."

To his right, Peter McCaffree nodded in understanding. "Understandable. She has a way with machines and electronics that is enviable."

"I wish Yakone was here," Ayame muttered absent mindedly. When she noticed the others giving her a curious look, she quickly said, "Because... you know, another Ranger couldn't hurt and... um... I think she would love it here... yeah..."

Peter raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "I bet I can guess who O'Brien would like here."

Morrigan scoffed. "If you're going to say Brigid, absolutely not. I'd go with any soldier to boost our ranks. I'm in it to win it like the rest of you, but one of the major motivators for joining XCOM was a safe place for Brigid. I don't want her here, even if I miss her terribly." She lowered her gaze. "I wonder... how she's doing without me..."

The group fell into an awkward silence. Peter was able to break it by saying, "You know who I wish was here? That one cook, um..."

"Cathy?" Jack guessed.

Peter nodded. "Yeah. The food here is... okay. But if there was one person that could make it the best..."

Ayame laughed. "You want to bring that scatterbrain into the middle of Chile to give you a good meal. She would probably wonder off into the jungle and be eaten."

"Watch it, Kasagi." Jack nudged her. "Some of us like that scatterbrain."

"Oh, come on. I can't be the only one that finds her annoying and obnoxious." Ayame looked to Morrigan for support, but got none. "You too? What is the world coming to."

Morrigan smiled. "Let's just say she has a... hidden charm that grows on you."

Ayame rolled her eyes, and walked off, hands behind her head. "Whatever. You guys have weird taste in friends."

Jack only shuffled a laugh. Noting the new individual approaching, he said, "Good morning, sir."

Rivera raised a hand. "Please. Call me Jorge. You are working with me, not for me. Please, tell me what you have for us."

Peter handed the UCFF leader a computer pad. "Well, we're going to be upgrading you arsenal. Give you weapons that can stand up against that ADVENT armor. Jack here is a wiz with weapons, so you can look forward to that."

Jack shrugged. "That's nothing compared to what Peter is going to make you." He grabbed some blueprints from the side and unrolled them.

Jorge's eyes lit up. "A dropship. You think you can make this dream a reality?"

Peter nodded. "Of course. We're going to make it as close to our dropship as possible. But we need parts."

"Of course," Rivera said with a nod. "Anything we have, you may use."

"Well, we're hoping to cut out some of the construction by... salvaging ADVENT parts." Jack pointed to various parts of the blueprints. "A good chassis to build off of, along with engines, computers, and a power cell. I already asked the data analyst to look for these in the data we recovered."

"Very good. I shall have anyone I have with construction experience help you out." Jorge shook all of their hands. "Thank you. This means so much to us."

Morrigan nodded. "You're welcome, but wait until we actually build it to celebrate."

Rivera gave her a sly smile. "Sound advice. But around here, even a small victory... and even hope of a victory is worth celebrating." He held to fingers close together. "A small celebration, of course."
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
“In the decaying pile of the past lies the materials we need to get started for the future.”

XCOM Mission Parameters

Operation Rust Mountain
Junkyard Supply Raid
2236 Hours, August 9th, 2038

South American Continent
Former Republica de Chile
Ruined City of Iquique

XCOM Forces

Menace 2-5

SQ Inverse, Luna [Ambusher]
SQ Espina, Carlos [Sharpshooter]
SQ Kasagi, Ayame [Ranger]
SQ “Red Hawk”, Mark [Specialist]
SQ Manamea, Keloe [Grenadier]

UCFF Forces

Tamara Fuentes
Franco González
Francisca Muñoz
Antonia Torres
Vicente Torres


Gear

Lethal Grenades: AP, HE, CU, AT, Viper, Incendiary
Utility Grenades: SP, TG, Flashbang, Smoke, Rebuff, EMP Grenade, Slurry Bomb
Miscellaneous Items: Medkit, Battlescanner, Combat Knife, Radio Jammer, Skulljack, Stimkit, Mimic Beacon
Class Specific: Bear / Wavepit Trap / IED Trap [Ambusher], Micro Missile Cluster [Specialist]

Mission Briefing:

One of the first things the United Chilean Freedom Fighters will need for us to assist them in building a Dropship of their very own is, quite simply, the chassis. The best compatible model that we can find in the area (one that will need some renovations to improve safety and performance) is the wreck of an Osprey that ended up in some sort of ADVENT junk heap in a ruined city. To make this site more tantalizing, it appears that ADVENT dumps outdated computer equipment here along with the other scrap they collect either for eventual use… or to prevent the Resistance from having it.

All and all, this is a site that we must raid if we are to come through with our construction offer. There’s only one caveat: the junkyard is fairly extensive and monitored due to the sensitive materials within it. For this reason, we will need Firebrand to drop off the XCOM squad and use her radio jammer once more to disrupt communications to prevent reinforcements from being called in.

Objectives:

  1. Eliminate all enemy targets in the ADVENT Junkyard.
  2. Shut down or take control of the Turret Control Center.
  3. Secure the Osprey Chassis for the body.
  4. Salvage computer parts for the cockpit.
  5. Commandeer ADVENT Dropship engines for the thrusters.

Hazards:

Ground-based Deployment - While Firebrand will be dropping off the XCOM squad, we will need the assistance of the UCFF to ensure the large number of tangos can be dealt with.

UCFF Forces - Because of this, be careful of friendly fire. Additionally, aerial evacuation will not be an option - we cannot leave our Resistance allies to die and fail this mission.

Terrain:

Firebrand will be dropping the squad off next to where the UCFF team will be gathered - about 100 meters from the AO. Ideally, the combined forces will be able to sneak by any stray patrols under the cover of darkness and the shadows of toppled buildings and still have the element of surprise ready for the initial assault.

The Junkyard is enclosed by a twelve-foot high wall that runs in a rectangular shape along the entire complex. It has regular turret emplacements every 10 meters, and enemies will be patrolling along the walls - having the advantage of the high ground. However, there is an ideal spot to open up our attack from. One of the old structures - some sort of office building - has an ideal position overlooking the wall. Half of the XCOM squad could divert here as a sniper/machine gun nest to open up with - and long range fighters could even potentially remain here as long as they can maintain line of sight.

Within the complex there is copious cover due to the sheer amount of junk lying around. Despite the fact that things are seemingly dumped haphazardly, there are actual sections to this place. In total there are currently six ‘flowerbeds’ where things end up. They are separated into two rows of three. The first two only have low cover because they are just for metal scrap and the computer parts. The second two are high cover and consist of ruined machine parts. The third two provide high cover and occasionally break line of sight, being the place where entire vehicles end up; be wary not to take cover behind the Osprey lying next to rusting helicopters on the right, but the vehicle pile on the left is all fair game.

Finally, at the end of all of this there is the monitoring station. It has a large garage for simple robots and vehicles that sift through the junk on the first floor with a sub-room encased in glass where the turret controls are. The second floor contains a break room up the stairs, then a hallway with minor offices on the side, and finally a command office.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Black0ut & ZombieSplitter53
Operation Rust Mountain
Part One


Firebrand’s silent engines lifted it into the sky after dropping the XCOM team off, going to wait for the team to take out the Junkyard’s defenses. Afterall, it would be ever so hard to pick up anything, let alone the entire Chassis of an Osprey, while multiple turrets are firing at you.

Luna Inverse led her team of five to a second team of five, the UCFF members having come in their own vehicle to scope out the area. 100 meters away, within the remains of Iquique, was the office building the team would infiltrate. The UCFF members included demolition siblings Antonia and Vicente Torres, two troopers Rivera felt Bradford and XCOM would find model soldiers, Franco González and Francisca Muñoz, and the somewhat raunchy Tamara Fuentes. They all seemed a bit wary of Luna, knowing the bad first impression Bradford got of them and their boss. Vicente, Franco, and Francisca stood at attention, while Antonia gave the XCOM soldiers an irritable look, and Tamara leaned against a pile of rubble, slowly chewing on some gum and blowing bubbles.

Luna, for her part, didn’t seem to care. She had a job to do, and would make sure it was done. “Alright, everyone. We’re going to use the cover of night to get into that building over there. No engaging the enemy if at all possible. The last thing we need is those turrets turning on us and blasting us before we get in. We’ll have plenty of fighting when we get inside. Come on. Follow closely.”

As the team made their way forward, Antonia took up the rear with her brother while Ayame took lead, the petite ranger having unusually good night vision and able to keep an eye out for patrols. Antonia gave Red Hawk an odd look. “What is with you?” She asked. “XCOM give their soldiers steroids?”

Red raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me? Are you trying to say that I’m taking drugs to look like this?” Red responded quietly, albeit a bit icily.

She started to say something, but her brother quickly said, “Please excuse my sister. She is a sweet girl, except when she is in a poor mood. I’m sure she was only curious as to how you got so big.”

Antonia shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

“I see. Well… Oglala Sioux men typically are tall. Something do with genetics or some crap like that. If you are asking why I’m so muscular, training. Lots and lots of training.” Red explained, yawning despite the tense situation.

“Between you and that engineer, one into muscle men would be quite at home with XCOM,” Tamara stated, a seductive tone in her voice. “Though personally… I’m into something a bit on the smaller side… at least for now.” She smiled at Red. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead. Anyone as beautiful as you can ask me about anything.” The Sioux replied, with a flirtatious grin.

Tamara looked to the head of the group. “That girl… the short one? Do you know if she is seeing anyone?”

“As far as I know, I think she’s single. I wouldn’t be the person to ask however, as I’m a bit of a recluse from most of XCOM.” Red explained, as he put his arms behind his head.

“Hmm… something to look forward to,” Tamara stated before being shushed by Luna.

The group carefully approached the building, Ayame able to maneuver them in without tipping off the guards. They climbed to the third floor and tied some ropes out the window to get into the junk yard. “Alright.” Luna turned to the group. “It has been quiet so far, but it won’t be once we’re in. And it isn’t like we can easily get back out so we’ll need to clear the place out. González, Muñoz, stay here and provide covering fire until we are out of sight. We’ll clear the way so you can then follow. Espina, take that sniper rifle up to the fifth floor and try and find a position to get a view of the whole place. The rest of you, let’s go.”

“Rummaging through the garbage. Sounds like a good way to spend an evening,” Ayame muttered, and was the first one down.

As the others repelled, Lina placed a hand on Red Hawk’s shoulder. “You’re up to date on ADVENT computer specs, right?”

“Yeah. The only thing I wished they’d do is to stop updating the damn firewall. That’ll take a little bit to resolve, maybe a couple of minutes. What’s my target, Ma’am?” Red asked, stiffening slightly at her touch.

Noting the discomfort, she removed her hand and pointed towards the other end of the junkyard. “Ultimately, we need to take over or disable those turrets. But before then, I need you to look at the discarded computers. Up for a bit of scavenging?”

“Always, ma’am. Should I be looking for more functional models or am I looking for any pertinent information in these computers?” Mark asked, a tired expression on his face.

“Functional,” Luna answered. “We need computers to use for the bridge of a dropship. Not only do they need to be repairable, but they also need to not be too out of date.” She climbed onto the rope. “I’m sure you’ll be able to pick out the best ones for us.” With that, she slid down to join the others.

“I wonder why people depend on me… I don’t want to think what would happen if I found some faulty comps… This day just seems to be full of fun little choices.” Red murmured to himself, before sliding down as well, albeit not as gracefully as the other soldiers.

Luna and the others stood guard and kept an eye out for patrols while Mark was left to search. The first to sections of the junkyard were a somewhat organized mess of various discarded junk, including computer parts, from bits and bobs to whole computers. After a couple of minutes, Kasagi approached him, and said, “Boss lady wanted to know how the search was going, Red man.” She blinked a few times and blushed. “I-I… I meant Red man because… b-because they call you Red Hawk, not… not the… because you’re… ahem…”

Red just smiled, finding Ayame’s blunder amusing, “It’s ok. I’ve already had to come to terms with various forms of racism, your blunder doesn’t affect me in the slightest. As for the comps., I’ve found three recently tossed computers, still mostly intact. Although… I did find an old gaming computer. Might try to take it back if the Commander allows me to keep it.” Red replied, another rogue yawn overtaking him.

“Nice. Glad you could find something.” Ayame walked over to the computers he had been looking at. “I can’t make heads or tails out of most of this computer stuff. Though, in my defense, I grew up on a rural farm.” In the 1400s, she added in her head, and placed a tracker on one of the computers. “As for the gaming computer, the Commander is something of a hardass, but I doubt she’ll deny you… the…” She fell silent and stared forward. When Mark turned to see what she was looking at, there were two worker drones that had wandered over from somewhere, staring at the pair as if assessing them.

“Well, this looks like the point when shit hits the fan. You ready for what’s about to ensue?” Mark asked, moving his hand slowly down to his sidearm.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Ayame answered, grabbing her scatter laser. They both drew and fired, but shot at the same drone. It fell, but the other flew off, making a loud noise like an alarm as it went. The combined XCOM and UCFF forces retreated back to the others. The piles of computer parts and scrap only made low cover as the first wave of enemies filed forward. In total, they were facing a compliment of seven. Two troopers, two gunners, two assault drones, and the remaining worker drone. Fire rang out behind them from their cover, not towards them, but towards the ADVENT guards patrolling the wall. They would make sure no one short them from above, but the ground troops were on their own facing this lot.

Putting his side arm away in favor of his laser battle rifle, Red took aim at one of the troopers, and fired, injuring him but not killing the Advent trooper outright. “This is far easier than my last mission. These guys aren’t even a challenge…” Mark murmured, ducking back into cover as a few magnetic rounds shot back at him.

The enemy had the same disadvantage with low cover, but the also had gunners with Gauss LMGs. It was pure luck that they didn’t pulverize the computers had picked out. Luckily, Antonia was prepared for such an incident. She pulled out several sticks of dynamite and smiled. She looked to her left, and noted Keloe giving her a similar smile. The pair nodded to each other, lit a wick each, waited until they were nearly out, and tossed them. The blasts weren’t enough to destroy the gunners’ powerful armor, but they were enough to get them to duck into cover and give their foes a chance to fire back.

Taking advantage of the situation, Red peeked out of cover once more and took aim at one of the gunners, firing off a shot, but narrowly missing his target. Ducking back down, Mark growled, “Dammit! A little to the left and I would have got that bastard!”

“You’ll get the next one,” Luna yelled encouragingly, and fired at the other gunner, hitting her mark. Piercing through the chips from the dynamite, the gunner dropped to his knees as the blast hit his belly, and then another hit his brain. Tamara opened up on the other gunner, but her carbine couldn’t get through his armor. Another stick of dynamite softened him up, however, and Tamera was able to seriously injure him before he could rain more fire on them.

A blast from the worker drone’s pulse beam seared Ayame’s shoulder, and she grunted in frustration. “Damn it. Those machines are to accurate, and this fancy laser shotty is too short range. Can you give me some cover so I can try and get closer, Red?”
 
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ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Operation Rust Mountain
Part Two


Red looked at her, and opened his mouth to respond when his GREMLIN floated in front of him. An idea formed in his head, as well as a mischievous grin, “Yeah. But after you get where you need to, buy me some time. I might take one of those bots for a spin, or at the least, shut it down.” Having said his piece, Red open fired, targeting one of the troopers and the last gunner, hoping that his targets would be too hard pressed to focus on Ayame.

Ayame quickly rushed to the side, her size and speed helping to both avoid fire and avoid detection. She made her way around another junk pile, and came up to the worker droid and one of the assault droids. She fired quickly at the assault droid, and point blank shot that shattered it. However, adjusting for recoil and the speed of the worker droid only let her shoot a glancing shot, likely causing irreparable damage but not finishing it. It reached out with a claw meant for moving objects and lifted her by her neck, crushing her throat with a sickening pop that the her teammates luckily couldn’t hear. They were also out of sight, so they didn’t see her violently smash her hands into the bottom of it and start ripping out chunks until it released her and fell over. Holding her throat with one hand, she fire repeatedly with the other. The remaining ADVENT troops quickly moved to get out of their flanked position, giving Mark his opening.

Grinning with glee, Mark took out an old looking tablet, directing his bot towards one of the combat droid. “Let’s see… rerouting through their core matrix might let me in… damn firewall. Let’s try their combat inhibitor… Yes! I have this thing at my mercy! Let’s see how that Gunner likes his assault droids…” Mark murmured, his technobabble falling on deaf ears, promptly before noticing that his shoulder had been hit.

“Mark!” Luna quickly dashed to his position, barely avoiding the fire of the remaining troopers. One took aim at her, but fell to the combined fire of the Torres siblings. The other moved to retreat, but it seemed the guards and the wall were taken care of for the moment, as a sniper shot ended the fleeing troopers life, and Carlos radioed that they were clear for now. “You okay, Mark?” Luna asked, pulling out a medkit.

Putting a hand on her arm, Mark grimaced slightly, and attempted to hide it with a smile. “It's a flesh wound, I'll live. One of the combat droids is currently ours, but give 5-10 minutes, it won’t be.” Mark said quietly, his face shifting into a more grave expression, “Any casualties, besides me, Ma’am?”

Luna looked around, and made sure Ayame was coming back over, and smiled. “No. Everyone is good.” She helped him to his feet. “Good job, soldier. Let’s move up. And let the android do your fighting until the medkit takes its course, alright?”

“Got it, boss. I'll keep trying to maintain my hold over it, but don't be surprised if it randomly shuts down. I don’t want it to hurt you guys, so if worse comes to worst, I'll deactivate it.” Red replied, as he leaned on the pile of refuse.

After taking a moment to collect themselves and reload, the team moved forward. Ayame helped Red, somehow able to help support him despite her size. She smiled at him but said nothing, the truth being she couldn’t utter a word until her throat had a chance to recover. In the center of the junkyard was the dumping ground for several machine parts, all in various states of decay. On one side were several discarded engines. Having some knowledge of the mechanics, Lina was able to find a couple repairable ones from an old ADVENT dropship, and marked them with another tracker.

“You have incoming,” Carlos called over the comms from his sniping position. “More on the ground and more on the wall. We got the wall. Just be careful. You got bugs.”

As Carlos had warned, along with two troopers, two stun lancers, and two saboteurs, there were two Mecroaches, the meld of machine and insectoid aliens hissing and raising their front limbs, firing their combined eight pulse pistols.

Mark frowned when he noticed the tougher enemies, but quickly grinned as he remembered his robotic captive. Maneuvering the combat drone, he took a potshot at one of the Mechs, and proceeded to have his newly acquired bot dash into cover.

One of the stun lancers fired at the UCFF soldiers, and barely missed Tamera. “Madre de Dios. They sure have some fancy weapons.” She pulled out something fancy of her own, an incendiary grenade, and gave it a throw. It was a little off target, the Chilean woman aiming between the two stun lancers, but she still got one of them and one of the troopers. Vicente took down the lancer, while Antonia was able to down the trooper.

The Torres sister then turned her attention to one of the Mecroaches, but it crouched down, and her fire just pinged off its incredibly sturdy hide. “¡Maldición!” She looked over to Red. “How do you damage la cucaracha, XCOM?”

“Honestly, I don't know. This is my first time with mechs. My guess would be lots of explosives. I can't hack it, that security borders on being ridiculously hard.” Mark responded, slightly distracted by the combat machine’s current role of drawing fire. Out of nowhere, Mark asked, “How good a shot are you?”

Antonia stammered for a second. “Um… p-pretty good. A better shot then my brother. Really good, in fact.”

Red grunted, taking his eyes off of his screen. “I have a missile launcher on my back, if you want it. Just...don't miss, ok?”

“I won’t!” Antonia said irritably, but quickly added, “Um… thanks.” She grabbed the missile launcher and watched the cybernetic insect. Her eyes darted to the other one, its belly catching her eye, and she smiled. Back to the one she was aiming at, she waited for it to stand up, and fired. Before it could react, the missile punched into its underside and exploded its insides in a spectacular yet utterly disgusting mess.

“Nice shot, sis,” Vicente said, and took her lead. As the second one crouched down to reload, he fired his grenade launcher. The grenade hit the ground just as it lowered itself, and the explosion flung it up a couple feet before it dropped in a heap.

“That takes care of the bugs,” Luna said, dashing to get into better cover. She saw the mine that had been shot by the saboteur just as she got close enough to set it off. She tried jumping back, but was still caught in the explosion. She cried out as her armor was shredded and she flew back, slamming hard into a pile of broken machines. The ADVENT soldier stuck his head up to admire his handy work, and lost it to a sniper shot from back at the building.

“Shit.” Mark finished his utilization of the combat droid, charging it forward as a distraction, while he ran towards Luna. Grunting with pain, he picked her up and tried to run behind cover. Much to Mark’s chagrin, the last Trooper, seeing through the simple distraction, fired at the Sioux, catching him in the leg. Falling down, Mark crawled into cover, Luna still on his back.

The Trooper didn’t have much time to celebrate, the sneaking petite ranger blasting him at close range. The dead man fell over onto the stun lancer, and before he could recover, Ayame drove her blade through both of their faces. The stunned Saboteur behind him pulled out a HE mine, but standing to throw it behind him exposed his back to Carlos back at the building. A sniper shot hit the mine, setting it off and killing the last ADVENT soldier.

Luna panted heavily as Mark placed her down, her armor having taken heavy damage, her helmet cracked, and the blast having knocked her head around, blood trickling down her forehead. “Thanks for the save,” she said, out of breath. “Are you… okay?”

Mark’s face twisted into a grimace, as he crawled over to the pile of machinery. He looked at his leg, and realized the severity of the wound. Quickly grabbing his medkit out of one pockets on his armor, and applied it to his second wound. After he was done, he looked at Luna, shaking his head.

“I’ll be fine,” she said softly, painfully reaching for her own medkit. “Still have a charge.” She reached for her comm. “González, Muñoz, come join the rest of the group if the walls are clear. Espina, if you still have shots, stay there, otherwise come join us.” She smiled at Red. “Think I’ll… rest for a moment. Head for the next section. I have faith you guys can finish this.”

Ayame came over to urge Red forward, and the team reluctantly moved to the final third of the junkyard. Over on the side, they could see their main target, the chassis of the Osprey, but ahead the enemy was already waiting for them. It seems this time they pulled out all the alien stops. The only humans were two Recon units, and next to both of them was another pair of Mecroaches. Above but still behind cover were two Floaters, as well as a SHIV in the back. Finally, a Viper was taking advantage of the high cover. It peaked out and fired, the signal for the others to do the same. The only reason the XCOM and UCFF troops got into cover in time was the also had high cover, the area littered with whole vehicles.
 
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ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Operation Rust Mountain
Part Three

One of the Recon troops stepped out of cover and threw a battlescanner. A shower of fire from the three UCFF soldiers dropped him, but his death gave allies a map of where the enemy was. “Keep on the move!” Ayame warned hoarsely, and start to do her sneaking act again, which would be hard with the battlescanner in play.

That would work if my leg wasn’t busted so badly… Time to hope and pray that I can reach him… Mark thought grimly, as he tried to mentally call for Charon. After a few moments of trying, Mark gave in, and stood up. Aiming his weapon out of his cover he fired, hoping to give the aliens a better target. “Hey! You guys couldn’t hit the side of a barn, let alone me!” Red shouted, bracing for their retaliation.

The two Mecroaches stood up and fired at his location. Eight blasted battered his cover again and again, chipping away at the charred remains of the transport vehicle. Several sticks of dynamite flew from another patch of cover, blasting one of them and forcing the other to duck its belly down. Meanwhile, the two Floaters zoomed overhead, moving to make Mark pay for his taunt.

“Wow, are your feelings that fragile? Let’s see how a few rounds of laser energy makes you feel. I’m sure it’ll crush whatever hopes you had with your lives!” Mark shouted, firing at one of the Floaters, hitting it but not quite taking it out. It reeled and tried to get a handle on itself, but before it could, it was downed by a sniper shot. The other one, however, dived at Mark, and fired.

“Watch out!” Ayame shouted, coming out of the nearby cover and shoving Mark out of the way. A pulse laser shot blasted into her, piercing her armor and punching into her belly. She cried out in pain, but lifted her scatterlaser before it could pull up, blasting it into oblivion.

Standing up with a grunt of pain, Mark hobbled over to Ayame, and took out his medkit. He kneeled on his bad leg to meet her short frame. He then began to apply his medkit before finally sitting down. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have survived that if you hadn’t taken the bullet for me.” Mark said, gritting his teeth in pain, “Why’d you do it? You wouldn’t be as banged up as me and you’d be a lot happier too…”

Ayame chuckled. “I’d like to say it is because I’m just the self sacrificing type. But truth is…” She moved her hand to show the wound was a lot worse than it appeared, and she shouldn’t be standing. “...I knew I could probably take it and be fine. Well… semi-fine.” Her head twitched to the side, and she dropped to her knee, drawing a glyph into the ground. As the other ADVENT soldier tried to sneak up on them, the hardened ground shot out like a spear, piercing the chink in his armor around his neck and killing him instantly. “Can you keep a secret, Red?”

Red offered a pain-filled grin, before saying, “ Well, I’d be a bit of a jackass if I didn’t say yes. You can trust me.”

“Good” Ayame cracked her neck and lifted her scatterlaser, the weapon feeling a lot heavier thanks to all the energy she just spent. “We’ll have to talk after this is done.”

The Mecroached fell onto its back as another grenade hit the ground by it. It wasn’t damaged, but a hail of fire from the Torres siblings finished it. Next to the smoldering wreck of the SHIV that had cost the siblings the rest of their and Keloe’s explosives and had wounded all three of them, the Viper squeezed Tamara tightly, the woman screaming in pain. All seemed lost for her, none of the others in range to help in time, until Franco and Francisca stepped forward, the pair of troopers having finally caught up. They unloaded into the Viper, the alien exposed in its attempt to squeeze the life out of the Latina woman, and it released her from its grip when half of its head was full of lead.

Tamara was placed to the side, okay but out of commission for now. Luna limped forward, not faring much better, and stepped up to Ayame and Mark, looking them over. “You two look like crap.”

Ayame chuckled painfully. “You’re not much better. But I can still fight. What about you, big guy?”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m wounded. I say bring it on. Although… I’ll probably use my gun to help me walk…” Mark responded as he stood up with a pained expression on his face. “Besides, a detective always sees a case through.”

Luna grinned. “Interesting analogy, but if it works.” She pointed towards the structure nearby. “Let’s go.”

The team entered into the garage area, several simple robots going about their work sifting through materials, oblivious to the chaos around them. The room was unnervingly empty and quiet, naturally due to most of the junkyard’s living occupants being dead.

The team moved up to the second floor and walked through a break room. Peaking in the hallway behind, Ayame softly said, “They offices… and that room at the end. They’re waiting to ambush us or something. Last stand style.”

“What do… you people want?!” Called out someone from the room at the end, likely the officer in charge of the place. “This is a junkyard! You come in here and kill all my men for a few pieces of garbage you’ll be able to get out before backup arrives? Why?!”

Luna let out a tired laugh, and called back, “No, no. You’re the bad guys. You’re the ones who are supposed to stupidly tell us your plans. The good guys just kill you.”

After a moment of silence, the man called out, “Leave now, or you’re all dead.”

Luna rolled her eyes, and looked up at Mark. “Think we should quit now before he kills us all?”

“Sure, sure. Let’s all go back home empty-handed.” Mark sarcastically said out loud, before whispering, “I’ll try to infiltrate my Gremlin into their office, and see if we have any mechanical enemies. If they do, I’ll try to shut them down for a short period of time. That is, unless you want to somehow resolve this peacefully.” Mark then sat down and took out his tablet, readying his Gremlin.

Luna looked down at her shattered armor, so damaged she could see singed flesh beneath, and shook her head. “Go for it.”

Mark nodded, and activated his drone, piloting it so it flew close to the ceiling. After finding a small vent that the gremlin could fly through, Mark’s Gremlin arrived. Staying out of eyesight of the last ADVENT forces, Mark counted them. “We got about… six hostiles? I can’t survey the room without the Gremlin being destroyed, so that’s about all I can do, until you distract them. As for what we’re facing, we got a Gunner, two Troopers, an Officer, and an Assault Drone. Your move, boss.”

Luna looked to the vent on the other side of the room, then to Ayame, who frowned. “Oh, come on. I am not that small to… I-I mean… maybe I am, but…”

Luna shrugged. “Sorry.” She held out a flash grenade. “Only if you volunteer. But then… we can’t sit here forever.”

Ayame sighed, taking the flash bang and going over to the vent. “Come out to Chile, we’ll get together, have a few laughs…” She crawled inside, mumbling, “Now I know what a TV dinner feels like…” She made her way through the vent, and found herself in one of the side offices. Ahead were the two troopers, and directly across were the gunners and the drone in the other room. “Easy,” she whispered, and rolled the flashbang forward with the precision of a woman who must have been a fan of bowling. It rolled between the troopers’ legs, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway and going off. As the troops were blinded, The four UCFF members ran in. The Torres sibling fired at the gunners, Luna coming in to finish them, and the other two took down the troopers. However, the assault drone wasn’t blinded, and in the confusion, it had entered the opposite room and took aim at Ayame, still in the vent and helpless. “Ah, crap…”

“Oh, you slippery…!” Mark growled, moving his Gremlin to hack the bot. As Mark’s Gremlin found it’s mark, Red initiated a shutdown routine, and stood up, taking his sidearm out and rushing as fast as his wounded leg could run, the pain caused by the simple action immense.

The door to the command center at the end of the hall slowly opened and the officer peaked out at the carnage. Before he could even lift his weapon, the charging Mark slammed into the door and knocked him to the ground. He looked up, and found a gun pointed at his face, followed soon by a few other weapons. “Uh… I surrender?”

Red glared at the Officer, his gun shaking slightly, before he lowered it. “I’m not going to stoop to your level. XCOM doesn’t kill Prisoners of War… unless they piss us off too much. Just wait until the Commander gets a look at you...I’m sure you’ll only live as long as she deems you a worthy cause. Best not to lie to her, she gets very angry if you do. Now… to make sure you can’t run..” Mark brought his gun to the Officer’s right knee and fired, before doing the same to the other. He walked past the man in Ayame’s direction, afraid of what he might see.

Ayame was leaning against the deactivated assault drone, holding her stomach wound. In the command room, they could hear Luna calling in for the target supplies to be picked up, and commending the UCFF members for their valiant, XCOM level work. Ayame opened her eyes as Mark approached, and gave him a tired smile. “That was some… quick hacking, Red. I guess that makes us even.”

Red returned the smile, stumbling a little as he leaned against a wall for support. “I’m going to take it that I shut it off in time?”

Ayame nodded. “Yup.” She sighed. “I’m tired. How about you?”

“Considering I’m running on sheer piss and vinegar? I’m fine. I think I might take a nap…” Red replied, sliding down the wall until he hit the floor. Red closed his eyes, his smile fading off his face.
 
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ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
“Hidden somewhere in the writhing darkness is the key to staying secret and safe.”

XCOM Mission Parameters


Operation Twisted Shadow
Testing Facility Supply Raid
2356 Hours, August 11th, 2038
South American Continent
Former Republica de Chile
The Atacama Desert

XCOM Forces

Menace 2-5


Ctrl Officer Bradford, William [Trooper]
SQ Espina, Carlos [Sharpshooter]
SQ Manamea, Keloe [Grenadier]
SQ Nunez III, José [Ambusher]
SQ Cruz, Damien [Trooper]
SQ De Saint Pierre, Gwendoline [Juggernaut]

Gear

Lethal Grenades: AP, HE, CU, AT, Viper, Incendiary
Utility Grenades: SP, TG, Flashbang, Smoke, Rebuff, EMP Grenade, Slurry Bomb
Miscellaneous Items: Medkit, Battlescanner, Combat Knife, Radio Jammer, Skulljack, Stimkit, Mimic Beacon
Class Specific: Bear / Wavepit Trap / IED Trap [Ambusher], Micro Missile Cluster [Specialist]

Mission Briefing:


In our efforts to secure the UCFF their own dropship, an unexpected but certainly fortuitous surprise has come from the information we retrieved from the data hub. It seems that the aliens have begun work on implementing stealth technology again, though it seems on a much smaller scale; what sort of unit in particular they’re developing it for is unknown at this time. While this is troubling for a number of reasons, for now, it presents an interesting opportunity for us; equipping the dropship for the UCFF with stealth camouflage.

It seems as though the device is being tested in a testing ground in the middle of Chile, in a non-disclosed location outside of the UCFF’s usual area of operations. It is unsure at what stage in the testing process they are at, but the data implies it is at least far enough along that we can get it working ourselves. Infiltrate the testing ground, obtain the device, and destroy any data on the device at the location to push back ADVENT’s research as much as possible.

Objectives:

  1. Locate the testing ground and eliminate any perimeter guards to assure you will not be shot in the back while obtaining the target.
  2. Infiltrate the small structure adjacent to the testing ground and locate the cloaking device.
  3. Purge or destroy all data on this experiment from the computer.

Hazards:

Ground-based Deployment - Firebrand will not be dropping the XCOM squad off for this mission. Instead, they will have to use Resistance vehicles to reach the AO.

Desert Environment - The testing ground is located in the Atacama desert, so there is the usual danger from the desert heat and animal life.

Lack of Cover on Approach - Special desert gear and the cover of darkness will be needed to approach the testing ground undetected. The team will need to take out the perimeter patrol immediately before them. Once they reach the testing ground, they can use the cover at the site to take out the rest.

Terrain:

The testing ground itself is a wide, spacious area, circular in shape, with all manner of barrels, containers, and other types of cover for whatever vehicle ADVENT plans to equip with the device to practice on and around. The area is well lit with flood lights, which will assist with the approach as the area leading up to the base will be quite dark.

On the south end of the testing ground is a small building. Held within is a computer is the data for the testing of the device and a large viewing room for the observation of the tests. As it is unlikely they are doing any tests yet, and even if they are they wouldn’t be done this late, the building will likely be next to empty.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
BMPixy, MarineAvenger, & ZombieSplitter53
Operation Twisted Shadow
Part One


The rumbling of the lone car going across the sands of the Atacama Desert was only heard by the occupants of the vehicle and even that was nothing but open air and dust. The modified wheels of the car made going over the terrain easier, their shovel-like design allowing them to push on rather quickly compared to how it would have been on foot. Headlights were cut as the risk for having them seen from a distance was too great, and just when it seemed the biting cold of the night desert wind was going to threaten the rather insulated armor the troops were wearing, the car came to a stop and the engine was cut, the six occupants stepping out all at once it seemed.

“We aren’t far now.” Central Officer Bradford noted as he grabbed his weapon next to the driver seat and looked over the receiver. “We will have to move as fast as possible. Night only lasts so long, but be careful. Drop your weapon in the sand and you run serious risk of jamming when you don’t want it to.” He warned the troops, making sure his rifle was slung on his shoulder properly.

José nodded in understanding, his eyes darting between the horizon and the mess of equipment that hung off his Spider Suit’s harness, checking to make sure nothing had come loose. A quick pat on the back from Carlos caused the Ambusher to tense slightly, but José quickly relaxed and gave the Sharpshooter a little space to move around him and approach Bradford.

“Understood, boss,” Carlos said with a nod, rolling his shoulder in its socket. After a brief scanning of the horizon, he added, “Suppose it’s time to give ADVENT their just deserts, eh?”

“Can it. We are going to need to be as silent as possible for this mission.” Bradford told Carlos, shaking his head. “I heard ADVENT soldiers can smell bad comedy ten miles away.” He quipped back before moving out with the squad.

As they approached from the north of the testing site, the silence of the squad made the ability to hear the bustle of the Advent site much easier, and soon it was not long before they came upon their first viewing of the floodlight lit area in the depression of the sand. It was quite a spacious area, implying that whatever would be equipped with the device would be fairly big. There was a small building to the side with a long window, obviously meant for viewing demonstrations safely. Otherwise, it was simply an open circular area, littered with barrels, crates, small vehicles, and all sorts of objects meant to be part of the experiments. The testing grounds were surprisingly well lit, the area within as bright as daytime. It made the surrounding area seem that much darker, and it wasn’t easy to spot the occasional patrolling ADVENT soldier without knowing where they were.

Bradford surveyed the area and noticed a distinct advantage they had over the enemies, and that was the fact they would be so well adjusted to the light. The surrounding darkness would be their home field, and he knew just how to start things. “Carlos, I need you to set up right here at this vantage point. You’ll have eyes on that building and the surrounding field, and they won’t know what hit them. Manamea and Pierre, go around the left flank and be prepared to go loud. Drop smoke and retreat if needed. José, I need you to set up some traps wherever and whenever you see fit. You’ll have Damien watching your back.”

“Roger that,” Carlos said, immediately going prone and beginning to set up his rifle. “Just say the word and I’ll get to work.” Meanwhile, José simply nodded to confirm he understood, and began to make his way down the slope and around the base, to get in close to begin setting up his small collection of IEDs. With the cover of night and his Ambusher training on his side, José was able to get within a few meters of the side building before he had to go to ground to avoid approaching ADVENT eyes.

“Well then, let’s get moving, huh?” Keloe whispered to Gwendoline, motioning for the Juggernaut to follow as she began the slow and steady process of moving up onto the left flank.

“Stealth missions… I almost remember a time when these were fun. Now… they are just plain scary.” the Juggernaut admitted to her Grenadier companion as they got away from the others, Gwen moving slower than usual with her equipment in the sand.

“Well, we won’t have to be stealthy for much longer,” Keloe replied as the pair got into position, the Grenadier readying a HE grenade in her launcher.

As they set up, the various ADVENT soldiers moved about, seemingly unaware. Most were troopers and recon, with the occasional medic and stun lancer. While they certainly weren’t great in number, there sure were an unusual number considering it was likely an unused testing ground at this point. All the more proof that the target object was likely ready by now - for the enemy, or for XCOM if they could steal it.

Bradford was on the ground next to Carlos, looking down the lens of a pair of binoculars to scout the enemy with. He marked a target for the sharpshooter and told everyone to get ready when the first shot hit home. Waiting for a few moments to get the man to due adjustments, the time was right. “Fire when ready.”

For once Carlos was silent as he made the final adjustments to get his target lined up. With a sharp inhale, the Sharpshooter readied himself, and then squeezed the trigger, the rifle cutting a sharp line through the darkness with the crimson beam that shot forth, striking an unsuspecting medic in the head and downing them instantly - the distance thankfully large enough that the foul results were left only to the imagination. A scant moment later a plume of fire and shrapnel rose forth from near José’s position, a fireteam of ADVENT getting caught up in one of the Ambusher’s IEDs.

“Got a few of them,” José spoke into his mic. “Stun lancer is still up, doesn’t know where I am.”

“We won’t let them. That’s your cue Keloe.” Bradford chimed in, beginning to drop a signal jammer to make sure no one interrupted their party.

Instinctively, Gwen rose and deployed her shield, taking out her laser revolver and laser pistol combination and nodded to the Grenadier. Seizing the initiative, Keloe raised her grenade launcher, made one last calculation, then fired a HE amidst a cluster of ADVENT seeking cover behind a truck, sending another conflagration of dust, shredded metal, and ADVENT corpses skyward.

Caught off guard, likely because this location was not on any maps (save for the one XCOM and the UCFF had stolen), the remaining patrollers scattered to hopefully get out of range of their attackers. One of them, a medic who could do little for the man with the exploded head he came across, tried to radio to the others. “Move back to the testing grounds! Get to cover! Captain, we’re under attack by… hello? Damn it!” Realizing he was being jammed, he shouted his orders as loud as he could, hoping to save anyone within earshot.

Bradford put a hand on Carlos’ back, getting up from his own prone position to move forward, going down the slope until he reached a crate to hide behind, popping up to fire at the medic, but his shot only clipped the leg.

“Agh!” He crouched down onto one of the dunes, and looked out into the distance. “North by northeast! Concentrate fire! Take them down!” He pulled out his own weapon, and followed his own advice, firing at Bradford’s direction.

José was able to use the shift in ADVENT fire to his advantage, using his Spider Suit’s grappling hook to get a perch on top of the main building. “Give me a second, I’ll get that fire off of you,” the Ambusher muttered, more to himself than to Bradford as he retrieved a Mimic Beacon from his belt. With a hearty toss - assisted by his increased height - the Mimic beacon soared into position, the holographic clone of José popping up directly behind a cluster of enemies, ‘flanking’ them all.

Meanwhile, Keloe released her grenade launcher, letting the harness catch it, and hefted her primary weapon. “Let’s get to work Pierre - busy day in the office,” she said, slowly beginning to march down the slope as she spun up the weapon, getting it ready to fire.

Gwen placed her rotator back in the holster and took up the shield once more, moving forward next to Keloe firing occasionally with her pistol - her accuracy with the sidearm making up for the lackluster range. A spray of Advent’s counter-fire hit the shield and caused the young woman to grimace. “Left side, behind that armored car.”

Several Advent soldiers were indeed lined up behind the vehicle, one priming their own grenade which went soaring over the vehicle and towards the two ladies. Knowing the two didn’t have time to scatter from the grenade launcher, Keloe did the one thing that came naturally - she raised her microgun to the sky, and let loose a barrage of invisible waves at the incoming explosive. By a stroke of luck, one of the microwaves melted the detonator of the incoming grenade, causing it to explode in midair. With a whoop of surprise that her half-baked plan worked, Keloe lowered the microgun onto the ADVENT that had dared try to blow up a Grenadier, the heat scoring across their armor and searing flesh, killing one and sending the rest hunkering behind their car.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Operation Twisted Shadow
Part Two


Damien fired at a few stun lancers coming his way, scrambling towards the building Jose had set up on, and the building he knew held their secondary objective. “Nunez, they are coming into your sights!” He called out frantically, trying to reach the front door before he was caught, scrambling past a few mag rounds from unseen locations where other enemies had been on the lookout, the Trooper letting out a less than manly sound at the danger.

“Got it,” José replied, sliding over to the side of the building Damien was coming from. Knowing his arc rifle and rotator wouldn’t be enough to take care of the pursuing Stun Lancers, the Ambusher fired off a web of cables from his Cable Slinger, catching the leading Stun Lancer in the face and sending him tumbling head over heels - his inelegant fall from grace catching his two companions, and bringing them down as well. “All yours,” the Ambusher called down to Damien.

He turned and fired a few times into the bodies of the men as quick as he could, then turned, taking a step back then sending his foot forwards into the door, but all it did was send shivers up his leg as the Trooper fell down with a gasp, groaning as he stood again, shot the door lock and went inside.

From behind him, there was the sound of someone powering up a weapon. “So you’ve arrived,” a voice said, and an Officer stepped out of the shadows. “What took you so long?”

“U-Uh… you know… traffic…” Damien said, looking to the side before charging the Officer, dropping his gun and pulling out his combat knife.

The officer fired, but was thrown off by the sudden bold move and missed. He rose his weapon defensively, blocking the knife. “You’re… not making it out of here… alive, you know?” He pushed forward. “You think… we didn’t know this site was in that data you stole? We knew you would come. And we’re ready.”

“Y-Yeah, well we have a tendency to… make things work our own way.” The Trooper noted, pulling back his knife to go for a punch to the Officer’s helmet.

It connected, and the officer fell to the side. He quickly scurried over to a control panel, and hit a few keys, all the lights going up out in the main area. “You should stay in here and watch the show,” he said with a laugh.

“Go to hell you bastard.” He said, going to shove the knife into a vulnerable spot in the rib section of the armor.

Outside, the others had dealt with the remaining soldiers, and had gathered in the testing grounds. Bradford looked around at the carnage, or at least what he could see with the lights now out, taking off his helmet to run a hand across the sweat on top of his head, the cold air feeling nice. “Seems that was a simple in and out. Good work.”

José was slightly less relieved at this. “Uh, sir, Cruz has yet to exit the building - I do not think we are free of these sands yet,” the Ambusher chimed in, glancing over at the building nervously.

“It is weird… go check on him. From what I have heard from that sister of his, he tends to get into trouble. May have hit something he shouldn’t have.” Bradford said, looking around the darkness.

“Will do, jefe,” José muttered, breaking away from the group and making his way over to the building, cautiously scanning the dim sands - lit only by the burning wrecks of a couple of vehicles - with his weapon raised and ready. As he moved, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy, like he was being watched. He stopped and aimed at a sound to his right, but there was nothing there. He turned to the left as he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, but again nothing. As he moved to stepped forward again, he had a few moments to realize he couldn’t move his weapon, as though something was holding it, before being swept up into the air, the feeling like cold, metal tendrils wrapping around him, starting to squeeze the life from him.

The group stood around, idly tapping their feet as they waited for a report, and suddenly the comms came to life, but it was not Jose’s voice. “Sorry guys, had to uh… take care of some business that required my helmet off.”

“Your helmet… Christ Cruz, how did you ever become a soldier?” Bradford asked, turning away from the team.

“Uh… my sister mostly.” The other trooper admitted a bit weakly.

“Never mind. I hope you didn’t make a mess on Jose at least.”

“Jose?” Damien asked slowly. “He’s not here sir.”

“What do you mean he isn’t there?” The Central Officer asked, confusion marking his tone.

“I mean he isn’t. I am in this building alone…” There was a moment of silence. “Why?”

“God damn it all!” Bradford dropped the comm channel and turned. “Fan out! Look for our Ambusher!”

No - no - not like this! José panicked internally, unable to let out even the slightest utterance due to the tentacle strangling the life out of him. I have to… I have to… I have to… With the last of his fading strength, the Ambusher managed to squeeze the trigger of his arc rifle, sending the pulse of electricity harmlessly out into the night sky. Another frantic squeeze brought forth another burst, catching Carlos’s attention.

“He’s over there!” the Sharpshooter shouted, making a break for José’s location, rotator raised and scanning for where the offending enemies were.

As he reached José’s location, he came across an unknown enemy. A large, robotic creature was tightly holding his ally in its five metallic tentacles. It seemed to resemble a robotic squid, floating in the air. Its entire body was black, making it hard to see, even with his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and it had several glowing lights on it, including eyes that trained on Carlos. Still holding José tightly, it’s ‘mouth’ opened, and fired at Carlos.

Caught off guard by the appearance of the new alien unit, Carlos was unable to move out of the way of the enemy’s weapon. However, a wild tackle from Keloe managed to save him from being squid food, the plasma beam scoring harmlessly across Keloe’s armor as she shoved Carlos out of harm’s way.

Seemingly a sitting duck, the robotic enemy slowly moved towards some cover as it prepared to fire again. It was taking José with it, but at least that meant he was probably still alive. For now.

Gwen dropped her shield into the ground as cover and once more drew her rotator, but holstered her other weapon and took careful aim, firing into one of the eyes of the new enemy, partially melting that part of its metal exterior and partial interior. It let out a strange sound, almost like a squeal, and dropped its captive. Now clearly at a disadvantage, it attempted to flee, the light around it distorting in a familiar cloaking fashion. Floating to the side, it attempted to fire upon the woman that wounded it so and as it fired off bolts of plasma, Gwen rolled to the side, the green energy blasting chunks out of her shield, but when she emerged from the other side, both of her weapons were in hand and she fired, swiftly dropping the metal monstrosity.
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Operation Twisted Shadow
Part Three


The soldiers regrouped around José and the machine. While the latter was down for the count, the former was a bit worse for wear, but would be okay; his swift thinking saved him from a shattered body. As everyone considered what they would do next, the silence gave way to the slightest of humming noises, so soft they almost didn’t notice them at first. It was hard to pinpoint where it was coming from, but it sounded close.

Bradford looked around slowly, reaching back as he pulled out a battlescanner and tossed it to the ground before syncing it to his HUD. It showed that whatever they were facing was right in front of them. Based on the size of the objects to the left and to the right, they were likely the same as the machine they had just faced. But in the center, there was something much bigger. Something the size of a large vehicle, like a tank. Something that was likely producing the sound by hovering several feet off the ground. Something that was powering up a large weapon to fire directly into the group.

“Scatter!” Gwen yelled, leaving her shield behind as she grabbed her Grenadier buddy from before and ran away. Carlos, meanwhile, took the opportunity to grab the barely conscious José and make a break for it in a different direction, snapping off wild fire with his anti-material rifle at the invisible mass in the center, most of it fairly off-target.

Moments later, as if by some sort of miracle, the floodlights themselves lit up once more, turning on all at once to illuminate the test zone once more. Bradford covered his eyes for brief moment from the sudden light, a move that nearly cost him his life if he hadn’t moved at the last second, firing into the Seeker that had targeted him, causing it to scurry away. “Damn you Damien…”

“Gah - damn these things!” Keloe cursed, smashing the butt of her microgun into the ‘skull’ of one of the Seekers that had nearly snuck up on her and Gwen in their mad dash to escape, driving the machine away. “Even with the battlescanner, they’re a pain to keep track of,” she added, levelling the heavy weapon at the offending Seeker and bringing it down in a hail of microwaves.

As the other one moved around the various cover to sneak up on the others, the hover tank / likely the ‘Umbra’ mentioned in files as the project here -, fired off a blast that sent a large vehicle skyward, and it nearly landed on Bradford. Even with the bright lights and the size, the Umbra Tank was hard to follow with its cloak. From its upper right side, a gauss machine gun fired rapidly at them as they fled to better cover. Their own hits seemed to glance off the beast, nothing seeming to phase it.

“Guys! Plan!” Carlos shouted, grabbing José’s last IED off of his tactical rigging and waving it in the air. “Bring that thing down here and I can slap this thing onto it!” As he ducked back down into cover to avoid the gauss fire, he said more quietly to himself, “Now… how does this work…”

As the group drew its fire and tactically retreated, the tank seemed to move as hoped, hovering forward to try and get a better shot around all of the cover. As Carlos prepared to enact his plan, however, it moved its cannon with surprising speed at a fleeing Gwen and fired.

Gwen looked back as the machine of war fired its cannon and her eyes widened in horror, twisting her body as she let out a scared yell, there being a unmistakable flash of something as the shell suddenly flew past her, whizzed past Manamea’s head and slammed into the sand with a smack, not detonating as Gwen fell limp, falling to the ground unconscious.

“Holy…” Keloe muttered, staring at the undetonated shell. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she grabbed the unconscious Juggernaut and slowly began to drag her to better cover. “Carlos! Do it! Hurry!”

“On it!” the Sharpshooter yelled, having gotten a grasp on how the IED worked. With a running leap, he managed to grab onto the roof of the Umbra and hoist himself up on top of it. Feeling around on the invisible hover tank’s top, he managed to find the handle for the hatch. However, a tug revealed that the hatch was rather sensibly locked. So, in response, Carlos hoisted his anti-material rifle, pressed it to the hinge, and blew it off with a mighty crack. That done, he shoved the now free-hanging hatch open, and retrieved the IED.

“Special delivery!” Carlos quipped, pulling the primer and chucking it into the crew compartment, leaping off of the the Umbra with nary a moment to spare as the IED detonated, sending it crashing to the sand. A moment later the ammo detonated, sending the tank’s turret launching into the sky before crashing into the sand.

For several moments, the craft smoldered in the sand, sparking and shaking. The cloak dropped, and the hatch slowly opened. From out of the wreck, a bloody and broken Sectoid appeared, trying to get some distance, something tucked in its hand.

As it tried to run, a laser blast out of nowhere ripped through its body as the alien dropped dead, whatever in its hand dropping into the sand, a wary Damien slowly lowering his rifle and approaching the lifeform, poking it with his foot. He sent one more blast into the head before looking around at the others. “W-What? I don’t wish to end up like Miriam did on that… one… mission…” He said, chuckling nervously.

“Cruz, where the hell have you been?” Bradford asked sourly, causing the man to scratch his head nervously.

“P-Part of the plan was to erase that data so it set behind the Advent scientists and stuff, right? Well I sort of… kind uh… well, I mean I am no good with computers but-” Suddenly a large explosion ripped through the upper floor of the lone building and Damien winced, biting his lip. “Well uh... That. Pretty much just that.”

The ringing in their ears and the crackling of flames distracted them as the last Seeker suddenly appeared behind Damien. However, it didn’t go for him, but for the device the Sectoid had been carrying. It held it up, and it started to glow. At the same time, the tank started to pulse, faster and faster and faster.

And then a pulse of electricity domed the Seeker and dropping it to the floor in a cascade of sparks. A glance revealed the culprit - a barely coherent José, leaning heavily on a crate, electrolaser pointed in the Seeker’s general direction. Muttering a long string of Spanish curses at the Seeker and the world in general, the Ambusher then slumped over the crate, clearly down for the count again.

From the seeker’s claws, the detonator sparked, easily shorted out by the electric blast that took out the more complicated machine. Not wanting to take any chances, Bradford ran to the tank and jumped inside. It was a bit cramped, and he thanked the fact that Sectoids where taller and more human-shaped now, along with thanking their lucky star that the explosion that took down the tank didn’t also destroy the very object of their mission. Luckily, it was quite shielded, Bradford recognizing it from the data they had stolen. Removing the cloaking system core and its storage device, he returned to the others and sighed, looking down at his two downed soldiers. “It is going to be a long walk back to the cars,” he muttered, before adding, “Mission success. Good job, everyone. Back to base.”
 

ZombieSplitter53

Game Master
Staff member
Black0ut & ZombieSplitter
Supernatural Birds of a Feather
Part One


Red limped through the UCFF's headquarters, his leg not fully healed. He looked at the myriad of doors, trying to locate Ayame's door. "This is a bit more difficult than I thought... Maybe I'm getting rusty at finding people..." Mark murmured to himself. After a few more minutes of searching, Red stopped at a door and knocked, "Is this Miss Ayame's room?"

The heavy door of the repurposed bunker opened, but it wasn't Ayame that opened it. Instead it was Tamara Fuentes, one of the UCFF soldiers from the mission. Her hair was a bit messy and her clothes disheveled. She smiled as she walked past Red Hawk and motioned towards the door. "She's all yours."

Red raised an eyebrow at the statement, but said nothing. Walking in to Ayame's room, albeit with a hand in front of his eyes, Red quickly turned around and shut the door. Still facing away from the rest of the room merely asked, "You decent?"

Ayame jumped a bit, and quickly tucked in her shirt. "Decent? Of course I'm decent. Why would I... be anything but... decent?"

"Just a hunch, given that a very happy and obviously disheveled woman just left your room." Red replied calmly, his posture slightly tense as he felt out of place. "But that isn't the reason I decided to drop by. More or less, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you're alright."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Tamara... helped in more way then one." Ayame walked over to her bed, and motioned to the chair across from her. "I'm more concerned about you. You took quite the beating out there."

"Yeah, I got my ass kicked, but I saved people in the process. Any injury I take is worth saving lives." Red said quietly, as he moved over to the chair and sat down, "But you took far more of a beating than I. You healing up good?"

"Yeah, I, uh..." She chuckled. "I heal pretty fast." After a bit of an awkward silence, she muttered, "You're probably wondering what the hell I am, huh?"

"Not really. I don't judge people very often, and even when I do, it's usually cause I caught them red-handed. That isn't the case here. I was dropping by to just tell you one thing: Thank you. If it weren't for you, we would have lost people at the junkyard." Red responded, leaning back into the chair, a tired grin on his face. "So...if you want to tell me about this 'secret' you have, do so when you trust me."

Ayame smiled back. "Trust is a hard thing to come to for me. When you've lived as long as I do, and seen the worst that humanity has to offer, you start to wonder if it is worth trusting a single soul. But... my short time with XCOM has taught me there are some people worth my trust. Maybe not the whole of XCOM, but certainly some. I think you're one of them. As long as you promise to keep it a secret."

"Certainly, but let me get something out first." Red pulled a small flask out of his pant's pocket and opened it. He took a quick sip, then put it on the ground. "Alright. Tell the worn-out detective this mysterious secret."

Ayame grinned. "Do you know want a Jianshi is?"

Red stared blankly at her, before replying, "Nope. Never heard of that before, But I'm going to guess that's what you are?"

"Yup. Kinda a... Chinese vampire. Or zombie. Though I prefer vampire. Leaves thoughts of... romantic creatures of the night and less rotten corpses, you know? But I am... not human. Not entirely, though. Though not going to jump on you or bite you. I don't even have to bite to feed. Though if I'm feeling playful..."

Red merely raised an eyebrow, "I would urge you not to try, but I think you're already thinking about it. As for the Chinese vampire thing, I can't really say that I'm shocked by it, as I have something far more...how should I put it... old and incorporeal" Red responded, as a quiet but stern voice murmured to both Ayame, and Mark, And here I thought you didn't tell anyone about little old me..

Ayame jumped, suddenly climbing to her feet and taking a defensive posture. "Phantoms... I thought I felt something, but I ignored it... slow sloppy." She reached for sword and started softly chanting.

I beg pardon? I am not a 'phantom'! And judging by your own age aren't you a little too old to be scared by spirits? Not that I mind... but I'll give you a little advise: We 'phantoms' don't like when someone freaks out about our presence. It's kinda irritating. Charon scolded sternly, as a piece of eatrh popped out of the ground in the shape of a pet box. Charon crawled into it and stared at Ayame.

"Well, this is awkward." Red mumbled quietly.

Ayame slowly lowered her sword, and scoffed. "Well, sorry. But I'm afraid most of the spirits I've met that can communicate with the living do so to screw with them." She placed the sword down. "Good thing you seem benevolent. I don't know how well I could have enchanted this weapon with its damn alien materials, and my own sword is... wherever the hell the Avenger is right now." She glanced at Mark. "It with you?"

"Unfortunately, yes. This is Charon, my annoying guardian." Mark answered, as he bent down to pick his drink up. Before he could do so, a tiny sliver of earth, popped up out of the ground and impaled his drink into the ceiling.
 
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