What's that? Aliens are attacking Earth? Good Lord! This sounds like a job for... The Army!
The Army's busy? Brilliant. Guess we'll just have to form a shadowy paramilitary organisation and fight them ourselves then, right?
What do you mean "Right.". You can't be serious. I'm not even a Military man, for Gods' sake. Stop waving briefcases of money at me. Oh. That's a gun. Fine, fine, I'll do it.
Okay, the fate of the world in my hands, check. Surrounded by incompetents, check. Let's review our assets.

A fully operational subterranean Military base, complete with 3 'cutting edge' Aircraft, conveniently situated just outside the town of Gotha.
Not a bad start, although I'd love to find the idiot that designed the interior. Even I can tell you that having 3 seperate entry points to defend won't go well. We'll just have to do a bit of... redecorating. There's also problems with both storage and living space, so they'll be looked at while we're at it.

It's looking much better now, although I don't think anyone's getting any sleep for a week.
Ok, now for Funding...

We aren't exactly spoiled for cash; given we're supposed to be Earth's last line of defence, I kinda expected enough funding to maintain bases on every continent, at least. Still, we have about 4 Million left after operational costs, so we're not running out of Ammo any time soon.
Our chief of research informs me we can research either Motion Scanners or Laser Weaponry. Like there's any contest.

Who can say no to promises of pew-pew? Not me, that's for sure.
Shortly after all this, I'm informed our small, inefficient Radar system has detected one of these Interlopers flying almost overhead. The Nerve! I dispatch Interceptor 1 and the Skyranger to follow and neutralise it. It soon lands, and we're on it.

Apparently, it was all over in a flash. So quick, in fact, that the UAV didn't have a chance to take any photos. Jump out, spot alien, engage full auto mode.
Another UFO, this time detected by the Interceptor on CAP over America. We set a deadly air ambush and knock him out of the sky. Then we wait a few days while the Skyranger captain sits on his hands, screws up refuelling, runs out of fuel 3/4s of the way across the atlantic, turns back, refuels again and eventually arrives. Wow.

The UAV got only one shot of this battle, part way through. Shortly after this, our heavy weapons guy walked through the bug-eyed-freak's field of vision and almost got a fatal blast of Plasma. Fortunately for him, Rifleman Alan Evans thought it was a Cricket ball and stuck his hand out to catch it. I understand he'll be out of the hospital in 10 days. Squaddie Sumie Davies quickly levelled her rifle and blasted both the intervening hedge and the skull of the shooter in one burst.
A few days pass, and I get a sternly worded letter from the Australian Ambassador. Apparently, they've been playing host to a few Alien scout craft for a week now, and feel that the 'little blighters' have outstayed their welcome. I send out the Interceptors to LRCAP the outback and vector the Skyranger over there, this time with a full tank of fuel.

We soon find a landed UFO, and attempt to speed its' egress with a few Stingray missiles. It feels most put out at this, and crash lands. The Skyranger is on its' way, but it's got half the globe to travel first.
This is the Human side of the Orb vs BurP multiplayer game. Apologies for the size and number of the Screenshots, it's my first go at something like this. I'll accept some weapon/loadout requests, but within reason; no more than 3 people with Heavy Weapons, 2 with Sniper Rifles and 2 with Pistols. For the proper atmosphere when reading these, set Guile's Theme to repeat. It's what I was listening to.