Let's get brutally murdered by B-movie aliens in XCOM: Enemy Unknown!

((WHAT!? Noooo! You're too awesome to lose!

On a related note, would it make things more stable for your comp if I put all my image heavy posts in spoilers?))

((Tagging Eightball, Kaneda, AaronSofaer, fadeaccompli and Pyrephox!))

Operation Incendiary Wardrobe Hellchild (Part 4)



Unfortunately, Winter's missed shot gives the aliens enough time to regroup.

One sectoid manages to flank Sofaer and open fire on him. Luckily, Sofaer just narrowly dodges what would have been a fatal blast.







To make matters worse, all three Floaters enter Overwatch mode; ready to gun down any soldier foolish enough to move even an inch past cover.





Thankfully, Sofaer's luck continues to hold out as a Thin Man's shot is blocked by...a portable toilet.

Note to self: Consider strapping toilets onto the troops as supplementary armour.



Intent on finishing off Sofaer once and for all, one of the Floaters breaks formation and flies over Sofaer's toilet fort, flanking him.



With the two Floaters on Overwatch, it'd be suicide for the troops to run out to Sofaer's aid.

Winters tries to snipe one of the Floaters to draw some heat off the rest of the squad.



Unfortunately, she's still suffering from Grantaire Disease.







Not willing to wait for help from the rest of the squad, Sofaer turns his shotgun on the Floater flanking him.

I must say, Sofaer's been showing quite a strong affinity for getting himself out of messy situations.



While the main squad is busy with the aliens, Bolivar and Accompli slowly move to the aliens' flank.







Accomplie splatters alien blood all over Optimus Prime.

If Knockout were here, he'd throw a fit.

((Can I campaign for general aim-fail being always named Grantaire Disease?))

Landis, predictably, even with her drink is a bit of a wreck.

"Ohhh Aaron, please, use your shiny metal ass to deflect or something!"

"You guys, seriously, Accompli is a hero. We have to do something for her when she comes home. I am so proud!"

She yells at the tv like an idiot, "You kids hear me!? You stay the hell alive so we can have a party for Fade! Funeral receptions don't count! You have to be ok to toast her over champaigne! I mean it!" She's tearing up a bit and squeezing the life out of Grantaire's hand.

Landis, predictably, even with her drink is a bit of a wreck.

"Ohhh Aaron, please, use your shiny metal ass to deflect or something!"

"You guys, seriously, Accompli is a hero. We have to do something for her when she comes home. I am so proud!"

She yells at the tv like an idiot, "You kids hear me!? You stay the hell alive so we can have a party for Fade! Funeral receptions don't count! You have to be ok to toast her over champaigne! I mean it!" She's tearing up a bit and squeezing the life out of Grantaire's hand.

Landis, predictably, even with her drink is a bit of a wreck.

"Ohhh Aaron, please, use your shiny metal ass to deflect or something!"

"You guys, seriously, Accompli is a hero. We have to do something for her when she comes home. I am so proud!"

She yells at the tv like an idiot, "You kids hear me!? You stay the hell alive so we can have a party for Fade! Funeral receptions don't count! You have to be ok to toast her over champaigne! I mean it!" She's tearing up a bit and squeezing the life out of Grantaire's hand.

((Awww, Landis <3

Also, YAY! Good to see you can still post in this thread! =D))

T-Toni, my... my hand.... my... Actually, you know what; keep squeezing. With luck we might shape a... ow... ow... trigger... finger... yet... ow.

And before you start, gremlin man, no, I will NOT have surgery. I just... I'll just take another drop of the good stuff now... for the... pain.

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Also, it wasn't Winters' fault. It was the wind. The wind is on the side of the aliens. :(

(You do realize now we're going to have to construct a cannon for the frogs that kills air, right?)

Another shot coming up for Grantaire! Want an ice pack for your hand as well?

((Or make our own wind. Imagine it, tiny fans strapped to little uniformed frogs as they run around trying to give the troops the best wind for that one perfect shot.))

I approve of this idea. Make it happen, John.

Yes... please. And make it a big one. I have a strange feeling someone just... ow... had another brilliant idea... ow... and... those usually backfire... ow... a bit. ice would be nice... God's mercy, Toni, the aliens aim as... ow... badly as we do, there's nothing to... ow... worry... about and... I think I just fractured a pinky.

We will scour the atmosphere of the traitors! We had to kill the planet to save it!

Here you go! One double-sized shot for you and one double-sized ice pack for your hand. Anything else you need? How about you, Landis?

Uh, I'm just curious, did we ever an on base therapist or anything like that?

"Alright, the first issue is, that is completely ridiculous. The second problem is, wind machines are for rock concerts and movie sets. When you ask a mad scientist, even a relatively benevolent one such as myself, for a device to control the wind in your favor, expect a Weather Dominator, built to darken the sky with my fury and allow me to knock the alien interlopers from the atmosphere in the manner of an angry deity. Wind machine indeed."

"Yes. As previously mentioned several times, I am a fully trained and licensed psychiatrist in addition to me status as a doctor of robotics, applied and theoretical physics, several branches of biology and chemistry, xenolinguistics though I had to invent the field myself first, medical doctor, and doctor of dental sciences."

Mmmm, shotguns. My favorite weapon!

Yay! I finally finished reading through this thread, which means, if possible, I can hopefully get in line for a soldier.

Name: Mary Humam, a perfectly average human female name.
Nickname: Lady
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: I AM A NORMAL HUMAN- I mean... Either white or latina/hispanic
Country: CERTAINLY SOMEWHERE WITH PLENTY OF OPEN AIR. That is, either U.S.A, or Cuba.
Physical description: Probably lots of blues (either hair or uniform color), long hair (ala tentacoos), but other than that, go nuts.

((

"Also, everyone say hello to my first animal-human hybrid. In the future, I hope to replace you all with these and the cyborgs." ;) ))

((You mean T-T-Triple post? xD Fucking A. If it didn't freeze to try and delete them I'd clean it up, I'm sorry.))

"What? Oh, Grantaire, I'm sorry..." She losens her grip, taking his hand in both of hers instead and giving his sore hand a kiss to make it better. She handles her nerves instead by nervously massaging Grantaire's sore hand in both of hers as a way of fidgeting.

"Uh. Yes, will you refill my scotch? Thanks so much Dee. Sorry for being a pain." Toni is a pain in your Grantaire.

"Um. Alright so... Can you do THAT, Stargazer? Because I think we'd all be extremely ok if that's what you came up with when we ask for a wind machine. ..Please?"

"Do you remember my earlier complaints about budget restraints and a lack of personnel to assist me with personal projects? Because weather dominators take time, money, and facilities to launch satellites from. And while we have satellite launch facilities, apparently they're all occupied with launching monitoring satellites in order to respond to UFOs in an attempt to convince our financial backers we are reasonably competent and thus earn more funding, never mind that I could bypass the interceptor stage entirely with enough dominator satellites in position. At this point, my personal resources are tied up with the extremely limited and disappointing robot assault drones and cybernetic armored suit designs that appear feasible within the confines of my budget and this location. The sixteen meter tall mobile suits, the weather dominator satellite network, the temporal transition drive, even the tactical nuclear grenades have all been deemed as impractical for our current time and financial scales."

He sips his hot cocoa, and finishes, "At this rate, I despair of ever getting a viable prototype of that fusion launcher I was looking at earlier into production."

"Aw, but you're the best. Money shouldn't have any chains on you! ...Alright, I get it, money's a problem. If you need help in manpower though, I'll help if I can. Just say the word." Well that seems dangerous.

Toni, erm... you may want to think about the sort of man you're encour- Oh, whiskey, lovely, thanks, bartender - Anyway, I'm fine. The hand doesn't even hurt now I got ice on it. Got a bit excited, didn't you?
*chuckle*
's okay. They're doing well enough, aim aside, and bad aim never killed me. Not bad aim at all. Just... erm... maybe not encourage the mad scientist, that'd be good. He's like Joly, only with other people's bodies and modifiying them instead of being a hypocondriac and creepy and actually he's not much like Joly at all, are you, Monsieur? No. No. Forget that metaphor.

"I'm always excited, even when you can't tell." Take that as you will, she still won't let go of his hand.

"I don't think Stargazer's all that bad. I rather like him, quite a bit. I mean, everything he's done so far seems to be actively helping us. He's one of our main scientist and like it or not, we depend on him. I prefer to like it." Oh no, she's not developing new crushes in the wake of Grantaire's Enjylust is she? This could be dangerous.

"You just need to exercise good judgement about what to ask him for help with. I don't fancy the psychiatry of a madman, but when it comes to dealing with ths aliens, I trust his expertise. And even if it was a bit... foreign to me, he performed a lovely service for our fallen when no one else would or could. He's an asset to be sure."

That's... well... sure. I suppose beliving in something can... help. Just don't let him experiment on you? Please? You're good enough as you are, and even if he tries to convince you otherwise, there's not a lot of people who are improved by being turned into a gigantic, immortal aubergine, right?
It was a lovely service for Pavel, I suppose. Probably better than the... no, never mind that. It was a lovely service, end of story, Sure you won't have another drink? We can sing the songs we used to sing or some such nonsense. I think in rhyme half the time, it's a bit... odd.

Toni grabs him close to hug an dkiss his cheek. "It may not have been intentional, but that was very sweet and flattering you know. I don't often get told I'm acceptable as I am." That's.. Sad, really.

"Of course I'll drink with you, and sing if you want. I don't know many songs though, and I can't say much for my singing voice..."

((I still need to watch that show. Dang it, it piques my interest, but the problem is time. ))

((Woo! Thanks for reading through the whole thread! =D

And alright! The que as it now stands is Mind Elemental, ehm ecks and Lady Octopus!

Just one word of warning though, since we've already got a fair few soldiers on the team, I'm currently only taking experienced soldiers we sometimes get as rewards for certain missions. As a result, it may take a while before your character is ready, but don't worry, I'll definitely try to get them as soon as possible :) ))

((SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING))

(("Do not go falling for me, Miss Landis. I will only break your heart... and replace it with this far superior heart made of a terrifying amalgamation of machinery and a cloned heart made from various strains of animal DNA."))

(("What?! Why? My brother is the one with the nice voice, I don't really know how to sing..." ;>_>))

(("I've been told I 'have the heart of a lion,' I'm not completely against it becoming literal..." Man, she's lonely. o_o; ))

((Tagging Eightball, Kaneda, AaronSofaer, fadeaccompli and Pyrephox!))

Operation Incendiary Wardrobe Hellchild (Part 5)



Thanks to Bolivar and Accompli's flanking, the aliens find themselves not only short a soldier, but dodging bullets from two directions.



Sofaer made a valiant effort to further thin the alien ranks, but his shot grazed rather than slew.



Bolivar moved in for a better view.









And took down the last remaining alien, getting revenge for her own wounds inflicted by them earlier.





We've got quite a few injuries, but the promotions and lack of fatalities more than make up for it.

((Sorry for the lackluster update, imageshack was being a cock again >_<))

Ooh I got promoted! Now I can run around with a medkit and smoke grenades. I wonder if the smoke will hide my pink armor.

Probably not...

((Depends on the smoke.))

At least it'll be easy for your teammates to find you if they need assistance.

To find your lifeless corpse, you mean. ;)

Yay, I'm promoted! This will be a great comfort to me while recovering in the medbay. I hope the special casualty-ward-approved steroid ice cream comes in rainbow sherbet flavors.

That's just cruel and mean spirited.

And likely true, but mean none-the-less.

What can I say?

I'm just a cruel and mean spirited person. :)

Mmmm. Clean, warm socks every mission make a happy Assault who blows alien heads off with a smile.

I'd like to take "Close and Personal", for bigger alien-head-splatting action.

I for one applaud Aaronicus the Fair for routinely making choices which increase the likelihood his hair will be mussed by a plasma round. His courageous disregard for safety is truly an inspiration.