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14 rookies left. 6 returned alive. 2 out of an indeterminate number of aliens were killed in exchange, nothing recovered. That's basically a death in my book :p

_{"Marshal, sir?"}
: "ugh"
_{"Marshal, its time to wake up."}
: "leemee 'lone"
"Come on, sir. You need to be ready in case any UFOs show up. X-COM needs to prove how useful it can be."
: "Huh? What day is it?"


"Uh...January 1st, sir. Just how much did you drink last night?"
: "..."

January 1st, 1999
Did I imagine all of that? It felt so real. Yet here we are again, first day of the project and according to all records, untested against the unknown alien threat.








The soldiers all had the same names...but their attributes were slightly different, and a few were a different gender entirely. This makes no goddamn sense at all.

January 4th, 1999








Things are already going differently. Not a single UFO so far, and a new bunch of soldiers arrived. They're virtually identical to my dream versions...surely I must have looked at their personal records beforehand and dreamt about them, right?


Unfortunately we don't quite have enough weapons to arm everyone...and the storehouse filled up much sooner than I remembered it happening in my dream. We only managed to get a few items before we could no longer purchase things.

January 6th, 1999



We detected a UFO on the ground...mere miles from the base. If this is anything like last time, it might be a bloodbath. I send the rookies into their first encounter with the alien threat.


Operation Brutal Leopard


: "Remember ladies and gentlemen, these are unknown hostiles out there. Keep alert."
Mud: "YES SIR MARSHAL-SENPAI!"



Mud: "X_X" _{((Yes, he took a single step forward and died. That's X-COM, baby :p ))}
Theros: "Oh shit! Anyone got a smoke grenade?"
Sheriff: "On it, pardner...um, I can't chuck this here thing when y'all are in the way."
Theros: "Dammit...okay, move out of his way! Use the Skyranger for cover!"
Sheriff: "Much obliged...okay, smoke out!"


Foxy: "*cough cough* Okay, let's spread out and find that sunnuvabitch that shot Mud."




Redshirt: "Fuck! I can't believe all three shots missed me!"


Cirno: "Cirno hit, but not bad."
R-110: "ALERT. ENEMY FIRE CAME FROM TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. RECOMMEND STAYING IN SMOKE COVER."
Redshirt: "More incoming fire. Least these ones didn't hit anything."


R-110: "ALERT. UNIT HAS TAKEN HEAVY DAMAGE."


Sheriff: "I see the sharpshooter now. Eat lead, cowboy!...eh, I missed. Someone light him up!"
Cirno: "Cirno missed as well."
R-110: "UNIT MISSED."
Redshirt: "Goddamn you guys suck."



Redshirt: "Aaaaaaagah!"


Broomy: "TImE 2 ROCk + rolL d00D!"
Foxy: "The broom thing missed. Surprise, surprise."


Sheriff: "The lilly-livered coward is running away! After it!"
Sheriff: "Damn thing took two shots and still ain't down."


R-110: "OBSERVATION. DAMAGE HAS REDUCED ACCURACY SIGNIFICANTLY."


Superfly: "Gotcha bitch!"
: "Don't relax yet. We still have at least one more out there."


DarkPaladin: "Whoa! That was clo--"



DarkPaladin: "Son of a _bitch..."


Dakka: "Nooooooo"


Foxy: "Dammit! There's so much fire from that direction...there has to be another shooter out there! We're getting slaughtered!"


Cirno: "Hit again. Not stop Cirno."
Broomy: "TaKe C0vR!"


Chris: "OH GOD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE OUT HERE!!!"


Theros: "I know I saw some shots coming from that direction. FIRE IN THE HOLE!"



Theros: "Bah, hit a hill."

*insert message about Broomy going berserk*
Broomy: "AaaaahHHHAHAHHHAHAAAAAAAHHHHH"
Theros: "Least it's just shooting at the ground. That could have gone worse."


Superfly: "I see something. Gonna try to take it down, but I need backup!"
Sheriff: "On my way."



Sheriff: "Bury me...on...my ranch..."


Hooman: "Target spotted, yes. Throwing grenade, good good."


Chris: "Whew...okay, I'm okay now."

*two explosions later*


Foxy: "Oh fuck! It survived the grenade!"


R-110: "FATAL ERROR HAS OCCURED. PLE_{ASE CONSULT OWNER'S MANUAL...}"





*incoherent yelling and screaming*
: "That's it! All surviving units, back on the Skyranger! Dust off immediately!"






: "I said retreat! RETREAT DAMN YOU!"


: "Cirno, didn't you hear me? Fall back!"


Cirno: "..."


Chris: "Oh god, the smoke is clearing...oh god, we're all gonna die!"


Hooman: "Do my optic nerves decieve? Alien right here. Will kill, yes."


Superfly: "Yaaaaarfgh!"


Cirno: "Cirno...failed..."


Britches: "...is this it? Is this all that made it?"
: "Come on back, agents...there's nothing more we can do here. I'm ordering a Harrier strike force to level the area and hopefully eliminate any evidence."


Earlier today, 14 men and women bravely set out to face the alien threat. 6 returned alive. We managed to kill two aliens, but despite Cirno's best efforts we recovered no artifacts and left a substantial amount of materiel behind. This was an utter disaster.


Ordin Hooman was promoted to Sergent, pretty much because he was the only one to actually kill an alien and come back alive.

To be continued...

So. I just ran the first mission. Writing it up now.

We're gonna need more mooks.

Eh, tie works for me. It will fuel future (hopefully friendly) rivalry! :]

Hmm, not sure how to play this thing, actually. I'm pretty sure we've got equal MOV, and Grifen's class skill only comes into play if she attacks.

So, coin flip maybe? Higher SPD? Whoever Fezz cheers for wins?

Grifen shook her head.

: "Nothing much. We're just about to have a quick race is all." A thought struck her. "Hey, this is perfect! You can start us! Just stand in front, off to the side, and yell 'Go'!"

Grifen waved back to Fezz, grinning as she did so.

: "Mornin' sleepy! Bout time ya woke up!" Of course, she said this in an easy-going joking manner. "Come on over, we country girls are just horsin' around."

: "Well, long story short I left home to become an adult...and I kinda got lost along the way...and now I'm far from home and no closer to actually becoming an adult. Dunno if ya got those sorts of quest things in yer part of Masalla."

: "Well, at least now I've got folks I can travel with. Three months with no one around but yer horse can get a little boring."

: "Anyway..." A part of her wanted to ask about Tacey's leg(s), but she knew better than anyone that some people preferred not to talk about things like that. So instead: "After you and Creidhne warm up a little, fancy a race? Just around the yard really quick, I mean."