February 15th, 1999
It's been a couple of days since my last entry. Once the remaining soldiers returned from Vancouver, I made a point of telling them that they had performed as best as we could have hoped. It wasn't entirely a lie; the new laser weapons proved themselves quite capable and the damage in Vancouver was much less than Calcutta. Partially because most of the fighting took place in a sort of park, but also because they took down so many of the floating disks that had previously been thought nigh-invulnerable.
Oh right, the reason for this entry. We have several new recruits arriving today. 16, in fact.
Someone brought that broom robot back to life. If I ever find out who, they are fired.
This guy came out of nowhere shouting about "rebel scum" and tried to take me hostage. Sadly for him, I'm a 9th-level blackbelt. The medics assure me that his shoulder will be fully healed before he gets sent on a mission.
The sister(?) of Mud. This was the only appropriate name I could come up with.
March 1st, 1999
It's been a long time, huh? Well, obviously the funding nations weren't so happy with the little progress made last month. At least it wasn't as big a hit as January.
Scientists are still plugging away at the alien weapon John Smith managed to bring back. I'm debating whether to stop sending the Interceptors out; there's simply too much airspace to cover and the aliens seem to be keeping a low profile. We haven't had a single sighting.
March 3rd, 1999
Speak of the devil, eh? And thankfully, one of the interceptors had just been launched. It was a simple matter of redirecting the craft.
The interceptor closes in...
engages...and shoots it down! Sadly, the UFO appears to have landed in the ocean and disintegrated on impact. There's no wreckage to recover, but at least we can call this one a qualified victory.
March 12th, 1999
Another one, spotted by Lt John Baker in Western Russia. This one was moving much faster, but I ordered the lieutenant to engage anyway. The UFO flew south far more quickly than he could keep up, and tracking was soon lost. On a hunch however, I ordered him to continue to patrol, and the UFO soon reappeared moving at a much more sedate pace. Perhaps the pilot of the UFO assumed it had escaped?
In any case, I ordered both interceptors after the UFO. It was a gamble with the two fighters so low on fuel, but we had to try to bring it down.
John Baker scores his first kill! The Skyranger takes off immediately. The engineers had not been idle over the past month; we had enough laser rifles for everyone on the squad. I have a good feeling about this one.
Operation Huffy Cleric
John Smith: "Alright people, its daylight, there's no civilians around, and we've all got these fancy laser guns. Let's make this a clean mission!"
Roman Howard: "Smokes out!"
Roman Howard: "Whoa. An actual UFO, right here. Pilot sure picked a helluva spot to land."
John Smith: "No hostiles sighted yet. Stay frosty, people."
John Smith: "SNIPER! Hostile sighted, take it down!"
Maxclone II: "Holy shit, that was awesome! Perfect shot!"
Emile Batista: "Looks like we've got a sniper of out own!"
McUrist: "An ambush! Curse them!"
John Smith: "Got him. Okay people, let's finish sweeping the area before checking the interior."
Except that the rest of the recording was utterly without incident. Those two "sectoids", as the eggheads have started calling them, were the only surviving aliens in the area. It's possible some fled, but we managed to recover these two bodies as well as four others. I doubt any more could have fit in such a small craft.
As for the craft itself, there wasn't much left other than the outer shell. Nothing resembling a computer console or engine could be salvaged. We did manage to gather half a dozen pistol-type weapons, some clips that appear to match them, and some strange, hand-held spherical devices.
Roman Howard got promoted to Sergeant for...some reason. I can't complain though; a perfect mission at last. Things are finally starting to turn around.
"Hm. Your in quite a bit of pain, there where you've decided to be lain." He cocked his head to the left. "Large of girth but little for mirth, yet you seem to be one of the earth. For that, you must be of interesting worth."
: "Ursa thank hood man. Try to stop Ex-ten not go to...plan?"
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