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

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY ROOKIE."

"......"

"This might be emotions talking, but it's better to go deep into enemy territory at full strength, right? She might save one of our lives, if she survives long enough. ...Why don't we have medical supplies, this is awful. I'm inclined to help her, but I'm willing to listen to her and the others about the final decision."

It's my fondest wish that we'll use the kit to heal Dee and then someone else will be critically wounded later in the mission. Without medical supplies, we'll have to watch in horror as they bleed out. It'll be tragic, and tragedy is awesome. belief that it's better to be cautious, so I vote we heal the injured soldier.

I like the way you think. Heal her.

(I'm not very good with country flags which is why I didn't catch thic sooner, but... Landis is listed as French in-game, isn't she? xD

"Who stuck this french flag to my uniform!? Grantaire, I'll get your drunken ass!"

Somewhere Enjorles is giggling about the fatherland...

Dammit, Frenchies.)

(That DOES sound like a prank Grantaire would make up. And Enjolras would be totally okay with.)

((You know what? This is too perfect to not be true. We're rolling with this!))

(If all three of us survive, Toni's definately going to end up an Honorary Frenchman. This is such a strange turn of events...)

(If Les Mis has taught me anything, though, it's that Frenchmen are TERRIBLE at surviving.)

It should be an honor for any man-- or Madame, as the case may be-- to bear the flag of the republic!

((Says the girl with the French flag painted on her fingernails right now.))

Grantaire, if you must continue these drunken antics, please keep them in a similar vein.

((By the way, Ana, are you ok with your character's new look, or would you like me to give her another do-over?))

As much as it would be hilarious to keep her changing appearances between each mission, I think her current look is super badass and I'd hate to lose it. :>

((DON'T YOU DIE ON ME FRENCHIE!))

"We went over this, I don't want to submit and die like a Frenchman!

...And stop encouraging Grantaire! I have as much mind to suspect you as him!

Now shut up and shoot aliens! We already let Dee get injured! Do better from now on!"

You have too little faith in me, mademoiselle. I assure you I do not condone this fool's wine-fueled revelries, but if he must it may as well be in spreading word of our cause.

I assure you it will not be a priority.

(Cut back to base where Grantaire is putting little revolutionary garbed frogs in everybody's beds, I imagine.)

((Forgot to do this earlier, but just tagging Sarasha just in case she isn't aware that Logan is on a mission, especially in light of whats going on in said mission))

Operation Righteous Cowboy Lightning (Part 2)



The troops were in favour of using the med kit to heal Dee, which is exactly what we do. Banana applied the med kit by...spraying it on her? H-how the hell does that work?

Eh, whatever, it's not like I'm a real doc-UH, I MEAN YES! THAT'S EXACTLY HOW IT'S DONE AND I AS A QUALIFIED AND LICENSED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, SHOULD KNOW.



Landis somehow managed to spot one more Xray hiding in the darkness. One hailstorm of bullets later, and he wasn't an issue anymore.



With the aliens cleared out, we finally managed to establish a visual on the downed alien craft. For the most part, the structure seems to be intact. Hopefully, we've already met most of its occupants.



The team moves into position to breach the UFO.



Inside, an alien being seemingly materialized out of thin air. According to Dr. Vahlen, it may be a being of pure energy...whatever that means.



Our new friend quickly moved into position. Whatever he is, he definitely looks tougher than the Sectoids we've been fighting to get here.





They still bleed the same though, as Enjolras and Dee were keen to demonstrate.



And with that, it's mission accomplished!

On paper, this mission was just as much as a success as the previous one. However, we very nearly lost Dee. And if a larger force of aliens had survived the crash, we could well have found ourselves a med kit short midway through the mission.

A victory is a victory, but we do need to be more careful from now on.



For now though, it's home sweet home and victory celebrations!



Except for Dee, who will be out of commission for a while. On the plus side, she got promoted! Evidently the higher ups value not dying over shooting your allies in the butt.



I do wish that the top brass would stop assigning all our rookies to assault roles though. I've got like 4 assaults to 1 sniper, heavy and support!

Did we overorder shotguns or something?

17 March 2015

The past few days have been thankfully quiet. Dee has been recovering nicely and should be back to active duty soon. Hopefully, nothing majo-



Son of a bitch!



Alright troops, who want's to play bomb diffuser? I'm feeling generous this time, so I'll leave it up to you guys to volunteer yourselves.

No thank you.

I have frogs to dress up.

(I should also add while I remember that your commentary is hilarious. I keep snickering when I read these updates and I'm not usually one to snicker aloud.)

((I'm here! And jeez Logan, the Carmine comment was a joke. At least she didn't get shot in the head.))

D-don't know if y'all should listen to me since I'm the one who injured here, not exactly going to be the most unbiased of opinions here. I would like to be healed, but if the rest of you want to save it and press on, I should be good to go for a little while.

Edit: ((Never mind, ninja'd by an update! XD ))

Ooooh, I love LPs like this, it's always so fun to watch everyone talk with each other. Also, it's X-COM, one of the many games I love watching but is apparently too young to play myself.

-Insert popcorn gif here-

ME ME ME ME ME PICK ME OH PICK ME PICK ME PLEASE

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN MY DREAM TO GET BLOWN UP IN A BOMB-DEFUSING SCENE

Thank you Enjolras, Landis, and Banana. I wouldn't have made it through that mess without you guys. I'll try not to nearly get killed by the first hostile we see next time.

Where did all these little frogs come from? More importantly...

who names these missions?

Logan, dear girl, have you met the commander?

More importantly, I don't see any frogs.

I do-uh, I mean, an anonymous beautiful genius whose creativity and taste far exceeds your own!

Oooooooookay, whatever you say, Commander.

You don't?

...

Could you go get the doctor for me?

The Commander claims to be one. Then again, the Commander also claims to be a man. Uh... just ignore the croaks and I'll see if I can find some hospital spirits. Purely for your benefit, of course!

Mustache! And also, stethoscope!

SEND ME TO BRAZIL.

...I mean, really, if I can't be from a South American country, I can at least go save one! Possibly then they'll award me honorary citizenship or something. Maybe I can even become a medic, and see if I can fix the "We're sending a whole squad of highly trained soldiers against a hideous alien menace we desperately need to defeat, let's only pack one medkit!" problem.

That said, I reeeeeeeally hope we're going to defuse the bomb, and not diffuse it, or leveling up will probably be out of the picture for me.

"The commander claims to be many thin--wait, I thought he used to be an engineer?" Logan shakes her head. "Maybe I need another day of rest." She smiles at Grantaire, clearly amused. "But of course. I'll just wait here and count imaginary frogs."

Edit:

I'm in full support of this plan. Godspeed to you, Accompli!

Oddly enough I can't seem to find any useful medical implements anywhere. Not even one splint or bandage, and I usually see two of everything. Have this scotch for now and I'll... do without for a bit longer. Try not to step on them. I named... I mean... if they were real I'd name them all Patria.

And look at it on the bright side... here's your glass... at least you have a good excuse not to toss yourself into fire now. May want to remove the helmet before you try drinking, though... 'tis a fine bottle, wouldn't want to waste it, that would really be a crime.

"Yeah, it seems like most of our funding went towards weapons and research. You'd think we'd have a first kit or something. Patria? That's a pretty name. How would you tell them apart though?"

She takes the glass. "Thank you. Oh, am I still wearing it? I forget about it half the time." She sets the glass down on a nearby table and reaches for the clasps on her helmet. After removing it, she sets it down next to the glass. "I must look a fright. Between escaping the last city I was in and arriving here, I haven't had much of a chance to clean up. Or rest, now that I think about it. You might be right; this injury may have been a good thing in the long run." Logan picks the glass up and nods to Grantaire before taking a drink. "Cheers."

Cheers. Patria means 'fatherland'. Sort of an obsession of Enjolras'. Well... and Combeferre, to a lesser degree... and Courfeyrac, Prouvaire, Lesgle, Feuilly, Bahorel... everybody else to an even lesser degree. Still, I suppose they got to die for what they believed in, right? But that's still dying, and we're here now. That's what I can't match up... and whenever I try to think on it, I get thirsty.

Say, you seem pretty handy with that glass. Prior experience handling it?

"Ah. Knew I should've taken French instead of Spanish back in high school." She frowned. It was clear that Grantaire had been deeply affected by the loss of...whoever those people were. Logan wished that she could say something that would help the man, but she was never the best when it came to dealing with others' pain and her recent experiences has done nothing to change that. Still, it didn't seem right ignore what he had said. "Hey now, who said you had to 'match up'? You're here now, doing good work, saving lives and all that. It's something, yeah?"

She laughs. "Oh, yeah, I used to be a bartender before the world went to Hell. If we had more supplies, I'd set up a little bar or something if y'all wanted."

Why would I go looking for cake in an alien-infested wasteland? It sounds so tiring.

More like shooting them up the ass... though that does remind me that white-haired guy with the sensible drinking habit mentioned something about being a school physician in between complaining about his old man and chain smoking those funny little white and brown tobacco rolls... maybe catch him when he's not bitching about effort.

I'm not really the type to save anyone, anyway. I just go where Enjolras goes. Have been that way since I saw him at the university. If you want a hero, people who do things of 'value', try him, or maybe that Sofaer guy or the red-headed kid. I think you need to believe to do any work at all. Lost out on that.

Now, forget all that nonsense, and tell me just how many supplies you'd need for a bar. That sounds like an idea trés magnifique, as they'd say back home. I'm not sure when I got to be fluent in English, come to think of it...

"Mmm, Brazilians." An eyebrow waggles. "I've heard good things about Brazilian women from my Army buddies. I'm in."

Landis is half smiling in an edgy, disturbed way when she gets home.

"Grantaire! I kept my promise. We all came back alive!"

The smile fades though.

"If I had been a second later though, Dee would've..."

She shakes her head.

"And Enjorles was returned in the condition we borrowed him. As promised."

Toni's nerves are obviously getting to her. She looks a little unwell.

"As for the new mission... You know I'm always willing to step in and protect the others. However..."

She shifts uncomfortably.

"This time, I'm not sure I'm best suited. It's getting to where I'm not sure what they'll do without me on the regular ground missions. I seem to have a sixth sense for finding the aliens, and I don't want us to be ambushed and..."

She holds out a shaking hand.

"I'm not sure how steady I'd be for bomb work. I've got so much adrenaline running through me lately, I can barely bring a much needed glass to my lips."

She sighs desparingly.

"Whoever goes, please be careful."

She sits in the infirmary with Dee and Grantaire.

"Speaking of a glass, is that Scotch for patients only, Frenchie?"

She tries to smile weakly again.

"And how are you feeling, Dee? I'm... Sorry I was late in protecting you. Truley. I'll work harder not to let that happen again."

She reserves comment so far about the higher level alien they encountered. Multiples of those in coming missions wil likely be a problem. She can't think about that yet, though. This last mission shook her up too much.

( Snark, Sarasha, Davian Korran, Jacquelle)

Redhead! You two were... out of earshot, right? And... sure, help yourself. I can find some later. I'm good at finding things. Nice flag on the plates there. Solidarity for Patria, is it? I hope it didn't flame him into doing something stupid. You do tend to get stupid under fire, Enjolras. I hope you at least worked out some anxiety. You've been gone from your mistress for a while, after all. *sigh* Not that she seemed much the same when I was there. It's... it's a thing. No, that's not... it's all changed now. Not just the weird little things, it's not... as it were. I wonder... if anything is. If...

Bah, never mind. I know you don't drink, Enjolras, so I'll need to fetch some more bottles of bubble-water anyway. Might as well help myself to a Chardonnay on the way. Bloody well need it...

I cannot abandon these souls. Send me, my lord.

(That should make four, along with Banana, Fade and Aaron, right?)

Let's see, I'll need--

Oh, I'm feeling much better, thank you. I should be ready and able in a couple of days. There's no need to apologize, I knew what I was signing up for and if it wasn't for you and the rest, I wouldn't be sitting here now.

I'll make a list of what I need while you're gone, if you like. I know there's some paper around here somewhere...

Landis screws up her face and scrabbles at the back of her uniform for a minute.

"I forgot about that thing when Dee got hurt! Damn you, I knew that was your doing! Trying to convert me?! It's not so simple!"

Before she gets another word out, she takes a frog to the lap.

"...How in blazes does one dress a little frog?"

And now she's befriended the frenchie frog, petting it's slimey little head like a Bond villain with a cat.

"There's something wrong with this picture. I always heard the French ate frogs. ...I like dressing them better."

Who knew Toni had a fondness for amphibians? Either way, she rolls her gaze to look over at the very mumbly and sort of upset Grantaire.

"You alright, man? You sound like this is getting to you. I'm worried. And you know, Enjorles didn't do so badly out there. Can't hit the broad side of a barn, but he had me next to him the whole time to help, so it was fine."

Truley, did you notice she and Enjorles seemed to be together in every mission picture? She really did keep her promise to Grantaire, watching over Enjorles and being prepared to step in if he went crazy.