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	With the monthly report finished, the project was immediately granted it’s monthly funding, swelling the coffers. McNair immediately gave orders for construction to commence on more laboratory space and a satellite uplink facility, expending most of the funding to vastly increase the capabilities of the base. Money was useless if left lying around, and they needed to make even more progress this month then the last.		With the monthly report finished, the project was immediately granted it’s monthly funding, swelling the coffers. McNair immediately gave orders for construction to commence on more laboratory space and a satellite uplink facility, expending most of the funding to vastly increase the capabilities of the base. Money was useless if left lying around, and they needed to make even more progress this month then the last.


			== Hardball ==
			April 8, 2014

			“Sir we have Alien abductions taking place in the UK, South Africa, and the United States.” Bradford informed McNair as he entered Mission Control, summoned by the alert.

			“We can respond the fastest to the UK alert. Are the men ready?”

			“Guesz, Brightleaf, Green, and Vulpintaur are boarding the Skyranger now sir. I’ll brief them on the way.” Bradford responded.

			They arrived at a large gas station, three rows of pumps with a few abandoned cars scattered about. Gazing about, the men were dismayed at the sight: the only decent cover where the pumps themselves, or the concrete support beams right next to them.

			“I’ll flank the building.” Brightleaf said and the others nodded as they found the best cover they could. Guesz, the closest to the building saw movement inside of it as he crouched down behind a car parked at a pump.

			“Two Thin Men at the entrance, I think they’ve spotted us.” He called out, then opened fire since the element of surprise was already lost. His volley thudded into one of the Alien’s chest as it looked out the window at him, yellow-green ichor splattering the shelves behind it. To his amazement, it didn’t go down, instead moving hurriedly out of site.

			Then the entrance to the station flew open, the two Thin Men shooting out of it, spraying the area with plasma. Green had hunkered down as best he could a potted plant and some garbage cans, cover that proved ineffective as the plasma burned through it and splashed all around him. As he writhed in agony on the ground a well-aimed shot finished the job, silencing his screams.

			Guesz also took a hit from the plasma, but was more fortunate, his armor saving him. As the Aliens took cover against the walls by the door he saw flames from the car.

			“Shit.” Jumping up he sprinted away from the car and pump, taking cover behind the next pump in line. As he pulled out his medkit to patch his wounds the fire found its way to the gas tank, which exploded, shrapnel piercing the pump and causing sparks so it also exploded, turning the car into a ruined husk and throwing shrapnel everywhere. Fortunately the pumps were spaced out enough not to cause a chain reaction.

			Brightleaf had taken cover behind some parked cars near the side of the building. He cursed in Spanish as he saw the Aliens open fire, moving as quickly as he could to the side of the building. Pulling out his grenade, he rolled it to the entrance just as the Aliens ducked back. Just as the pump and car exploded, so too did his grenade, taking out entryway and another wall where the building jutted out. As green toxic mist filled the air from the Thin Man’s death, he saw something through the destroyed wall.

			Guesz finished patching up his wounds. Vulpintaur, who had moved past the pumps to a large van in the parking area, was now gazing at the entryway through his scope, having intended to finish off the injured Alien but not having a chance before the grenade went off. As he gazed with his one eye into the wreckage, he was amazed to see movement in the smoke.

			“One’s still up!” he called, just making out the second Thin Man, bleeding profusely, pull itself out of the rubble and stand up, gun raising. His bullet caught it before it could bring it to bear, a second quickly following to be sure. It exploded into a second cloud of mist.

			Everyone was about to take a second to breath when a new threat appeared. Brightleaf barely had time to open his mouth to yell a warning before the thing he was looking at through the demolished wall shot him, an expertly aimed ball of plasma turning his head into a gory mess. Something shot out of the building, a strange amalgamation of red skinned creature and machine, humanoid but with no legs, just large jetpacks attached to it’s back keeping it hovering a few feet off the ground. Guesz opened fire, his bullets thudding into it, sparks and blood flying as it cringed in pain, Vulpintaur’s sniper shot finishing it off, but then three more flew out, one going into the air to take cover at the top of the building, the other two not bothering with cover as they looked out at the station.

			“Run, I’ll cover you!” Guesz yelled to Vulpintaur, emptying his gun at the creatures.

			His effort was valiant, but he didn’t last long, the three Aliens able to easily gun him down. Vulpintaur followed his advice, running back towards the Skyranger as fast as he could. As he heard Guesz die, he took cover behind the large pricing sign, the thick steel beam hiding him from the floating monsters sight as they moved up, gazing about for him. Breaking from his hiding place, he covered the last bit of ground, only one of the Aliens quick enough to send a shot flying behind him as he ran. As he ran up the ramp the rest of the Aliens began flying towards the Skyranger, plasma splashing off it’s armored hull as the ramp closed and it took off. One attempted to fly up to the engines and disable the ship, but it accelerated, the backwash from the engines flinging the monster back to the ground.

			== Back to Nigeria ==
			April 10, 2014

			The death of three more soldiers was hard on everyone, but everyone was too busy to attend to it over the next day. Panic was spreading quickly worldwide, with two countries threatening to cut support of the XCom project if they did not receive better aid, meaning McNair was busy the entire day doing as much political damage control as he could. Meanwhile the science and engineering teams did their best to perfect new technology to combat the new deadlier foes encountered in the field. In fact, everyone was so busy, that the soldiers found themselves lost in the swirl of people rushing about with urgent tasks with nothing to do whatsoever except mourn and reflect. Thus when in the wee hours of the morning they were woken with an alert of UFO activity they were almost relieved.

			“This one’s a bit bigger than the last sir.” Bradford told McNair as they watched the indicator showing the UFO over Nigeria moving across the holographic globe.

			“Jetfire to big sky, bogey is in sight.” The pilot’s voice came over the com system.

			“Copy that Jetfire, you have permission to engage.”

			Jetfire kept in mind what his cohort Blackwing had told him before he was transferred to Africa. Flying closer, he opened fire, the missile crashing into the UFO. Immediately he swerved, the return ball of plasma he knew would come only clipping his jet, the armor holding. The UFO accelerated as Jetfire shot again, another plume of fire splashing across it’s side.

			The firefight continued this way, the Aliens not bothering with evasive maneuvers, relying on sheer speed to escape, while Jetfire used every aerial trick he knew to avoid a direct hit while keeping up with the speeding spaceship. After three more hits, the UFO dipped out of the sky, falling towards a forest, while Jetfire turned to limp back to base, heavily damaged as well.

			“Jetfire to base, bogey is down. I repeat, Bogey is down.”

			They landed in the forest a few hours after midnight. A bright fire burned near their landing site, a piece of rubble from the fallen spaceship smoldering inside. The group advanced slowly, taking cover behind thick trees at all time. Because of this they hadn’t made it far into the woods when a pair of the flying Aliens shot around a large outcrop of stone several, large enough for a few trees to grow on top, quickly flanking their position. They quickly repositioned, fortunately the Aliens seemed just as surprised to see them, so they managed to maneuver around and get the first shots.

			Stonegate pulled out her pistol after repositioning. She had gotten some modifications to it, it now fired higher caliber armor-piercing shots. The large slugs tore into the frontmost Alien, while Enroygal threw her grenade to finish it off in an explosion of gore and shards of metal. Zane deployed his smoke grenade to give them cover as well. Vulpintaur was unable to get a clear shot and could only find a fallen log to take cover behind, so he hunkered down as best he could.

			The second Alien fled, leaving behind the ruined remains of it’s comrade. They hesitated a moment, then Stonegate advanced to a large tree in the general direction it had gone. Zane climbed to the high ground on top of the stone rise. Stonegate managed to catch a glimpse of it and opened fire, clipping it.

			As they advanced to try to track down the second Floater, the group was approached from behind by a pair of Thin Men. Taking cover behind the stone outcrop, withstood the quick shots by Vulpintaur and Enroygall. One of them spat it’s toxic mist at Vulpintaur, blinding him and disorienting him as he coughed on the poison. Engroyal fired at the area the creatures were hiding behind to try to keep them under cover, but was unsuccessful, one of them finishing off Vulpintaur as he tried to reorient himself.

			Zane was trying to figure out how to drop on top of the Aliens without exposing himself to their deadly attacks when one of them climbed up to his location. Quick reactions allowed him to unload a volley into it’s skull before it could react, killing it. Meanwhile Stonegate and Engroygall regrouped together around the other side so the remaining one could no longer fire at them from the heavy cover it had.

			Still weary of the flying Alien somewhere in the woods, the Women on the low ground took cover behind trees to watch both the woods and the route around the outcropping in case the either of the known targets tried to attack. Zane moved to the middle of the high ground to take cover behind a tree and spotted the remaining Thin Man. It was unaware of him and flanked, crouching down behind the stone gazing about for targets, allowing him to take his time aiming and insure his headshot killed it.

			The first sign of the Floaters return was plasma fire, splashing across Enroygall’s armor. It saved her, and she quickly fell back as Brubeck and Stonegate returned fire, neither of them managing to land a hit. It flew back out of sight, and the pair quickly switched positions, Brubeck on the low ground, Stonegate on the high. This allowed Brubeck and Enroygall to meet up and for him to treat her wounds while Stonegate watched from the high ground.

			Stonegate advanced to the edge of the high ground, finally spotting the downed UFO. After a moment examining it through her scope, she saw the Floater fleeing towards it. A single shot finished the injured Alien, and the whole group breathed easier at the news.

			“That’s probably all of them in the woods.” Stonegate said, and the others nodded in agreement.

			They proceeded to advance on the ship, taking extra care. It was horribly damaged, burn marks and gaping holes covering the sides. Enroygall suddenly noticed two Sectoids trying to rush to one of the holes to reenter the ship. Reacting quickly, she gunned one down, then got the other as it tried to turn around and rush back to cover.

			“Very nice!” Zane called over.

			The group surrounded the door to the UFO a few moments later. Holding up three fingers, Stonegate gave a silent countdown. On zero they touched the door, guns sweeping the interior but finding no targets. This ship was much bigger than the one room affair that had been cleared out a month earlier. This section was mostly an empty hallway with some sort of console in it, hallways going off diagonally to the left and right.

			Enroygall moved around to enter the hallway from the hole the Secoids had been trying to enter through. It seemed there had actually been a doorway there, but the damage had torn out the entire wall there. She covered that direction while the other two proceeded down the other short hallway, again taking cover on either side of the large blow glowing door.

			The next room appeared to have once stored a reactor. However, all that remained of it was a large hole in the ground. All of the rooms silvery metal was pitted and scared from the explosion. Seeing no threat, the pair quickly moved to cover the next door. Hawlsera left the hallway she had been covering, falling back to keep up with the other two while still covering their rear and the exit to outside every room seemed to have. Opening the next door, Brubeck and Stonegate the largest room yet, centering on an enclosed area on the left that jutted into the room so that the room was shaped like a half circle, a smaller door then the ones they had seen so far entering it, and an important computer of some sort on a raised area on the right. All the way across the area was another door leading to the other half of the ship, the section that the door Enroygall had earlier covered, but not entered, lead to.

			Circling around to the other side of the room they found another door, meaning that you could only enter or exit the enclosed area from the two doors in this room. Enroygall caught up and took cover by the near door, while the other two circled around to the far door. They all coordinated to open the doors at the same time.
			They looked into what seemed to be the flight deck. Several large computers sat in the room with a holographic map on the wall overhead. A strange red crystal floated in the room, and reacted to their presence, forming into an strange metallic humanoid creature. Enroygall remembered the story of the actions of her fallen comrade Caroline Hardy at the last UFO, and she quickly advanced, getting close to it while it was still gaining it’s bearings and emptying her rifle into the exposed crystal at it’s waist. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared as the crystal shattered into a million pieces.


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	Alex spoke up in a loud “Opening Credits” type announcer voice. “In the 21st century mankind comes under attack by an Alien Menace. Scrambling to assemble a defense, the nations of the world form an elite group of animal men to defend our planet. This is the story… of XCom!”		Alex spoke up in a loud “Opening Credits” type announcer voice. “In the 21st century mankind comes under attack by an Alien Menace. Scrambling to assemble a defense, the nations of the world form an elite group of animal men to defend our planet. This is the story… of XCom!”


			== The Ides of March ==
			March 31, 2014

			“A marvelous device isn’t it?” Dr. Shen commented. He was referring to the newly completed satellite sitting in the engineering bay, which may have been a technological marvel, but it looked like any other satellite, probably to keep it hidden. “There’s nothing else like it the world over. We can launch it to be a dedicated eye for Alien ships, and it has the latest in stealth technology so it’ll hopefully be safe unless we ignore a UFO doing scans of the area. Sadly we don’t have the uplinks for any more, meaning we could put more in the air but wouldn’t be able to receive and decrypt it’s signals. If you want another we’ll have to build more, a costly endeavor.”

			McNair nodded. “The month is almost up, we should get fresh funding from the Council then. Establishing detection worldwide is our greatest concern, we can’t constantly be caught by surprise if we’re going to win this war.”

			“I’ll get the construction crews ready then sir. We should be able to get new facilities ready in a little over a week once we can pay for the materials.”

			“Very good. I’ll head over to the situation room and work out where we most need this.”

			Once he arrived, McNair found Bradford in the situation room waiting for him. “Greeting sir, I heard the news about the satellite and have been examining the situation. In my opinion, our best bet is to launch it over Nigeria. They’re dealing with a lot of panic right now, and we might lose their support. If we launch the satellite in that area, they will be able to make a public announcement and greatly calm the country, and it will restore the government’s faith in us.”

			“Excellent, we can also transfer Jetfire and an Interceptor to cover Africa.” McNair looked over the situation as he talked. Politics touched everything, even saving the world from an Alien invasion, because if he couldn’t sell XCom to the world leaders and their populace, then they would turn to other means. Fortunately he had the tools he needed, the base was staffed with several information analysts who were examining trends and feelings across the world and posting them in a “Panic” map, showing what areas where most likely to cut their losses and abandon the project. Nigeria was currently a bright red, showing mass panic and a high risk of them cutting all ties with XCom, while most of the rest of the world was in various states of calm depending on if they had actually been hit by an attack yet, and how effective response had been.

			“Dr. Shen informs me that we’ll need more hardware to increase are satellite coverage, but once it’s up we can expand further and cover parts of South America. They have medical and interrogation specialists that will be extremely helpful in learning about the enemy.” McNair commented. Bradford nodded, then pointed out that Australia might need reassurance first which would disrupt his plans, and soon the pair where deep in conversation analyzing and predicting as best they could.

			A few days later, at the end of the month, McNair was summoned to the situation room to receive a report from the Council. The screen displaying the world map was replaced by the ominous shadowy figure of the Council’s representative.

			“Commander, the Council has been extremely impressed with XComs progress, and we do not make this statement lightly.”

			“Thank you Sir.”

			“You will be pleased to know that your swift response to the concerns of the Nigerian government has reassured them and they have reaffirmed their support. This has led to an increase in the funding we can provide for you. Your many decisive victories overshadow your sole unfortunate defeat by large margin, and we are fully confident in your ability to continue your success in the future.”

			McNair nods his thanks as the Councilor’s face is replaced with a summing up of all the reports he had sent in through the month. Looking at it all together it was indeed impressive, with three Alien abduction sites cleared out, a UFO shot down, and only two men lost, with two dozen plus Aliens dead total. Considering they were severely outgunned, he had to agree: the fledgling XCom project was succeeding beyond all reasonable expectations.

			The report vanished from the screen after a minute, though McNair could of course pull it up again if need be. He spoke to the representative after he, or rather his outline, had reappeared. “It is an honor to defend Humanity Sir. I’ll be sure to let the men know your sentiments.”

			The figure nodded gravely, then saluted McNair. “Good luck Commander.” He said. McNair returned it right before the screen reverted to the report on the global situation.

			With the monthly report finished, the project was immediately granted it’s monthly funding, swelling the coffers. McNair immediately gave orders for construction to commence on more laboratory space and a satellite uplink facility, expending most of the funding to vastly increase the capabilities of the base. Money was useless if left lying around, and they needed to make even more progress this month then the last.

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	“It was an honor to have you soldier. Dismissed.” As Meyer left, McNair went back to his folders. It seemed he had one more person to find a replacement for.		“It was an honor to have you soldier. Dismissed.” As Meyer left, McNair went back to his folders. It seemed he had one more person to find a replacement for.

			== Nicknames ==
			March 21, 2014

			To the Commanders surprise the Mexican government offered one of their most skilled Soldiers to the XCom project shortly after the Memorial service. Their representative in the council was impressed by the swift reaction so soon after the bitter defeat in Nigeria, so offered the services of Misha “The Fox” Brightleaf, a scarred veteran of the Drug War that had been raging in the country for years. Thus a few days after the Memorial everyone gathered around to meet the new recruit as he got off the Skyranger.

			Stepping down from the exit ramp, Misha looked around at the small crowd. ‘Scarred Veteran’ described him perfectly, his face was weathered, with the right ear completely gone, and he had several scars criss-crossing all his visible skin. “All this for little ole’ me? I’m embarrassed.” He commented dryly.

			Several people chuckled. McNair stepped forward. Misha, recognizing the Commander bars on his uniform, gave a sharp salute and stood at attention. “Sargent Misha Brightleaf reporting for duty sir.”

			“At ease Soldier. It’s good to have you, we’ve lost a lot of manpower lately. I’ve already handled all the paperwork, so for now your time is your own. I’d suggest you go with the rest of the men, they’re certainly eager to meet you and they can help you get settled.“

			“Thank you sir. All this fuss, I’m beginning to feel special.”

			What followed was a round of introductions. Everyone had to walk up and say ‘Hi’ to the new guy, shake his hand, and tell their name. Misha did his best to remember them all, but found it very hard, especially when he caught sight of some of the unusual black scars caused by the plasma weapons the Aliens wielded. When Tiberius walked up Misha’s mouth actually dropped open at the blackened left side of his face and the eyepatch.

			“Damn. You make me look pretty.” Misha said.

			“Give it time, I’m sure we’ll all be ugly as sin by the time this is over.” Tiberius responded grinning. “We’ll have to swap scar stories sometime, you seem to have plenty of your own.”

			“That I do. I was told not to pack much, all my stuff is in here, and I’ve heard this place has a pretty good bar. How about lets run over there and you can all interrogate me over a cold beer?” As he spoke he shrugged his shoulders to indicate his backpack.

			The idea appealed to everyone, so a few minutes later there was an impromptu ‘Welcome to XCom’ party happening. Soon war stories where being swapped, Misha being curious about the Alien menace, it’s capabilities and effective strategies against them, the rest being curious about his own experiences.

			“It’ll be nice to know who’s out to kill me by sight. The Drug War, you never know who to trust. Officials get bribed, people join the Cartels just to make money to feed their families, and you finally kill one of the big bosses and you just split it into 50 smaller operations.” Misha reflected.

			“How’d you get the nickname ‘The Fox’?” Doug asked from the back.

			“Well after a while you get to know when something is up. Some kid runs up to you yelling about how they’re killing his mommy, eventually you just know if he’s really in trouble or if he’s going to pull a gun as soon as you turn your back and shoot you. Got promoted a few times and people started saying I could smell trouble before it came. Somewhere along the way they started calling me ‘The Fox’ and it stuck.”

			“I wish I had a nickname. I’d love being called ‘Doug “Xodiac” Linger’.” Doug said.

			“You want a name to stick you have to earn it. Hell I didn’t even realize I had one till someone accidentally called me Fox to my face. Liked it well enough I asked about, learned everyone had referred to me by it for months and let everyone know they could use it.”

			Rhianna chuckled from her seat next to Zane. “In that case if anyone deserves a nickname it’s Phil. I’ve never seen anyone as lucky as him, he’s been missed by inches a half dozen times!”

			“I told you, it’s my lucky rabbitsfoot.” Phil grinned and pulled out said object, a rabbit’s foot on a chain. “Never go into battle without it.”

			“So what, that’d make you ‘Phil “Rabbits foot” Guesz’?” Hawlsera asked.

			“Sure why not? Fear the Rabbits foot Alien scum!” Phil waved the chain with the rabitsfoot about menacingly. Everyone chuckled at that.

			“So wait, you’re “Rabbits Foot”, he’s “The Fox”, my last name is Duck, and Ty over there is named Vulpintaur which is a fancy way of saying four legged fox-man. We’re a regular zoo aren’t we?” Bill commented.

			“That we are. Also I noticed that we’ve nicknamed two of the Sergeants, so why not give one to Rhianna to? Anyone surviving against this enemy long enough to make Sergeant deserves one.” Freya pointed out. Everyone looked at Rhianna, who looked a bit bemused.

			“Like what?” she wondered.

			“How about your favorite animal?” Bill suggested.

			“I guess that would be Lynxes, used to see one outside my window in the mountains fairly often as a kid.”

			“So Rhianna “The Lynx” Stonegate?” Misha said.

			“Sure why not. She’s certainly a tiger in bed.” Zane responded, causing Rhianna to punch him in the side.

			“So we’re a group of multinational soldiers brought together to fight an extraterrestrial threat nicknamed after the animals of the world? This sounds like a TV show or a fanfic.” Phil joked.

			Alex spoke up in a loud “Opening Credits” type announcer voice. “In the 21st century mankind comes under attack by an Alien Menace. Scrambling to assemble a defense, the nations of the world form an elite group of animal men to defend our planet. This is the story… of XCom!”

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	“Open fire!” They all aimed for the thing, but it was blazingly fast, running to cover before they could react to its sudden appearance. Hardy reacted almost as quickly though, rushing up close to it and unloading her shotgun into it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t tough enough to take a point-blank shotgun blast to the core, and it vanished as suddenly as it appeared, dematerializing into thin air, nothing remaining except the shards of it’s weapon.		“Open fire!” They all aimed for the thing, but it was blazingly fast, running to cover before they could react to its sudden appearance. Hardy reacted almost as quickly though, rushing up close to it and unloading her shotgun into it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t tough enough to take a point-blank shotgun blast to the core, and it vanished as suddenly as it appeared, dematerializing into thin air, nothing remaining except the shards of it’s weapon.

			== Escort Duty ==


			March 15, 2014

			“Commander we are receiving a transmission from the council for you. Please report to the Situation Room.” A voice over the intercom said.

			McNair cracked his eyes open and glanced at the clock. “Oh come on, 12:51?” he thought. Grumbling, he got dressed, taking his time in an attempt to be properly awake before setting out. Stopping outside the room, he took the one last yawn and stretch. As he entered, he hoped he looked fully awake. “Alright patch them through.”

			A looming shadowy figure appeared on the screen, basically a silhouette of the man who acted as “Face” of the council. McNair was a bit annoyed, wondering if they were that paranoid, too concerned with appearances to let him see one tired, or if they just enjoyed the atmosphere of secrecy.

			“Commander, we have received word that a friend of this Council has come under attack in Nigeria. It would reflect poorly on our efforts if we were to allow our ally to be captured by hostile forces. We'll need you to ensure his safe return to XCOM HQ; we should have further details by the time your troops reach the extraction site.”

			“A friend? Could you possibly be more specific?”

			“No Commander. Suffice to say this person has been… useful in the past, and may be in the future if you are successful in the extraction. Time is of the essence, as it is uncertain how long he can evade pursuit.”

			“Very well, we’ll scramble a squad ASAP.”

			“Good.” The screen blacked out. “Sir, we’re receiving coordinates and a dossier. All it has is a name, age, and picture.” The night tech said.

			McNair rubbed his temples. “Alright then. I’ll go wake the troops, send all the info to the Skyranger’s onboard computer. It’s going to be a long night.”

			No one was particularly happy at being woken, nor about hearing what little information there was on this mysterious person. Eventually Morgan, Stonegate, Guesz, and Hardy were up and on the way.

			They landed on a major road of some sort in Nigeria. Everyone was a bit surprised that a third world country had such a thing. Some sort of stone decorative area with plants and statues sat on either side of the road, with walkways going over it in places. Not many details on the target where added on route, just that his name was Hutch, and he had been in a limo when the Aliens attempted an abduction, and had hit some form of panic button that alerted the Council immediately.

			Fanning out, they had just begun searching when Hardy saw a tall, thin man in a suit with sun glasses. Thinking it was a body guard or some sort of secret service, she started to hail the figure, when it saw her and dove behind cover, clutching it’s plasma pistol.

			“Got a hostile over here, looks Human but has Alien gear.” Hardy called out as she too took cover. Stonegate looked in the indicated direction through her scope and saw the figure stand up to fire. Her bullet landed first, and the creature exploded into a vile looking green gas with a loud agonized hiss.

			“Whoa what the fuck?!” Guesz exclaimed.

			“Be careful everyone, we have hostiles that are posing as Human. Watch your fire, and be sure of friend or foe before you approach anyone.” Hardy warned.

			They advanced carefully to the edge of the stairs leading down to the road, taking cover behind large lights and pots. Gazing down at a stopped car, Guesz saw two men cowering behind it on the near side. “Freeze, identify yourself!” Guesz yelled, aiming at them.

			One of them peed his pants and turned so pale he lost his tan, while the other cursed in a foreign tongue and said “We’re friendlies! There are some on the other side of the highway!” Looking up, Guesz saw a Sectoid crouching behind a statue across the way, aiming down at the two men, and Morgan saw two more crouching at the overpass. Stonegate advanced quickly to cover the civilians, while Morgan got a shot and kill on a Sectoid who was caught by surprise. Guesz dropped a smoke bomb to conceal the group on the asphalt.

			One of the Aliens was surrounded with a familiar purple glow. Dropping onto the road and taking cover behind an abandoned car, it took careful aim and fired at Morgan. The plasma hit him in the face, and he fell screaming to the ground, convulsing for a moment before he died.

			“Shit, man down!” Stonegate called. Hardy raced forward, blood pounding in her head, and got up close to the Alien who had killed Morgan. Another Alien that had been hidden behind cover tried to shoot her as she ran, but missed, and she opened up on the damned thing. Blood spattered everywhere and gaping holes appeared in it’s flesh. It looked up at Hardy and glared, amazingly still up from the psionic enhancement it was receiving. Stonegate’s round penetrated it’s skull and finished it off just as it’s weapon discharged, causing the weapon to fly off, the shots to going wild, missing Hardy from point blank range.

			The Sectoid that had been augmenting it’s ally advanced and fired towards Hardy, but also missed. Guesz dropped to the road and took out the one that had tried to shoot her as she advanced, while Stonegate continued to cover Hardy with her rifle. It had too much cover and the bullet missed, cracking into the stone of the ornate light fixture. Hardy moved around so it was no longer flanking her, and it advanced some, ducking behind more cover just as Stonegate’s next round flew past it. “Reloading.” Stonegate called.

			Guesz was keeping watch for a flanking maneuver by any other Aliens down the highway. Hardy peeked out and almost got hit by the Alien’s reaction shot. There was a stalemate for a bit longer as it found a new position where Stonegate couldn’t fire with her reloaded rifle and blasted away at Hardy, but then she found an opening and advanced quickly on it, blowing it away with her shotgun as it was reloading.

			Everyone took a breather for a moment, as all nearby targets seemed to have been eliminated. They had ended up fairly scattered, and all converged on the two civilians as they reloaded.

			“Thanks for the save.” The man who had soiled his pants said, sitting on the ground, leaning against the car, shivering. “If you’re looking for Hutch he fled down the road right after they showed up. I think he’s hiding behind that delivery van.”

			Nodding, they all looked at each other a moment, then over at Morgan’s bloody corpse. “He died for nothing if we don’t get Hutch out of here.” Phil commented.

			“Should we put him on the transport?” Stonegate asked.

			“No time, we might still have hostiles and we don’t want to leave Hutch unsecured or be carrying a corpse when we get under fire.” Hardy pointed out.

			Stonegate nodded solemnly. “Then I’ll stay here, cover you, and make sure nothing desecrates the corpse. Once we have Hutch we’ll retrieve Morgan for burial.”

			They advanced carefully to where Hutch was hiding. Hardy was the one to approach him, probably a poor choice considering the orange blood spattering her armor and face. Hutch was at first taken aback by her appearance, but recovered quickly. “Thank god you’re here! We’ve got to get out of here before more show up!”

			“We got you. Keep close, and stay covered behind cars as much as possible.” She responded.

			About halfway back down the highway they spotted the incoming hostile. This time everyone got a good look at the thin, humanish Alien. The resemblance was only passing actually, it was much too tall for any normal person, and it’s wrists and neck had scales that just peaked out of the sleeves and collar. Also helping the identification was it’s aggressive pose and glowing green weapon. Without hesitation they opened fire on it, but it twisted in an unnatural way, as if it had no spine, and the unexpected motion meant the shots missed.

			Raising to it’s full height, the Alien spat. A green projectile of some sort flew out and exploded around Hutch into a toxic cloud. Coughing and gasping, he panicked and ran towards the Skyranger. Another volley of shots at the thing, and a few bullets hit, but it hissed in agony and kept standing, firing down at Hardy. She had just been leaning out to fire at it when it shot, the blast catching her in the chest several times.

			“NO NO NO GOD DAMN IT!” Stonegate screamed, emptying her rifle wildly at the Thin Man. It’s luck finally ran out, and it exploded like it’s fellow had leaving a thick green mist. As she vented frustration, the rifle clicking on empty, a sudden strangling noise startled her. Jumping up, she whirled around, pointing her now empty gun wildly about. Hutch had run past her while she was distracted and was now just behind her, mere feet from the Skyranger. As she watched, he clutched at his throat, his eyes bulging, his face a strange reddish green, and he collapsed from the toxin. Running over, dropper to her knees next to him, she yelled “Phil get the fuck over here!”

			Phil had wandered over in a daze to Hardies corpse. He knew there was nothing he could do, but he tried anyway. He had just finished applying the medkit to her corpse when he heard the scream. Cursing and gazing about wildly, he ran as fast as he could back to the Skyranger. As he ascended the steps, he saw Stonegate there, kneeling next to the already stiffening corpse of the VIP, clutching it like a dead baby or lover. He dropped his gun, and his medkit. And then he began to chuckle historically, and it turned into tears and screams of rage and frustration.


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	As everyone raises their glasses in toast, Hawlsera looks at them. They all return her gaze steadily, waiting for her to join them. Finally she raises hers as well. “To us.”		As everyone raises their glasses in toast, Hawlsera looks at them. They all return her gaze steadily, waiting for her to join them. Finally she raises hers as well. “To us.”

			== Operation Splashdown ==

			March 14, 2014

			“Sir, our satellite has picked up something.”

			“What?” Bradford said as he looked up intently at the holo-globe.

			“There is something in the air over Europe. It’s causing gravimetric disturbances unlike anything we have in the air.”

			“Good work, get Blackwing to his ship.” Bradford commed McNair. “We have a UFO over Europe sir, probably Alien in origin. You’d better get up here.”

			McNair, who had been enjoying a nice, leisurely meal at the Biohazard, dropped his food and got up. As he strode purposefully into the Control Room, one of the techs called “Blackwing’s suited up and ready to take off in Avenger-1.” Bradford looked up at McNair, who merely nodded his acord.

			It was a tense wait. The UFO was flying about at a decent clip in what seemed to be some sort of searching or scanning pattern, weaving back and forth over areas of Germany. Blackwing took it slow to conserve fuel, which meant that it took several hours before he was anywhere near it.

			“You sure it’s up here? Sky’s all clear and I’m not getting anything on radar.” He asked.

			“The bogie isn’t showing on any radar, so we’re pretty certain it’s extraterrestrial in origin. You’ll need a visual lock to confirm.”

			“Roger.” Another few minutes passed as Blackwing scanned the sky for anything else in the air. “I got something, moving fast, no contrail, moving in.” As he flew closer, he slowly made out what looked like a flying silver disk. The entire thing was rounded and curved, preventing radar waves from bouncing off of it, and the sides glowed an alternating bright blue and darker blue.

			“Bogie sighted, sure as hell ain’t Human. Permission to engage?”

			“Granted. Good luck Avenger-1.”

			He approached from the “Side” of the ship, for a lack of a better word. It was heading west, while he was going north. After a moments thought, he maintained his relatively low speed on approach. No one had taken potshots at a UFO before, so with luck it would ignore him until he got close enough for target lock.

			Avalanche missiles, what he had on his fighter, had the most advanced guidance system known to man. It could keep track of a ship at twice the range and with ridiculous accuracy compared to the next best. When he had passed optimal lock distance, then exceeded it by 1/4th of the stated numbers, he cursed to himself. “Fuck it, Leeroy Jenkins time.” Pouring on speed, he shot at the UFO suddenly, shattering the sound barrier and rapidly closing the distance. At less than half the stated range of his weaponry he got a target lock and opened fire. A moment later there was a huge plume of flame and a loud explosion as it impacted the strange craft.

			Blackwing was just throttling back and preparing to turn to match the UFO’s trajectory when he saw the blue glow change directions and shoot directly away from him. Quickly readjusting his course, he accelerated as rapidly as he could to keep up with the speeding Aliens.

			“Target hit, bogie took off like Superman at closing time. “ He reported. The Bogie was fast, but large. Blackwing closed on it, but very slowly. Suddenly there was a green flash and something arced towards him. Reacting quickly, he did a barrel roll, mostly avoiding it, but took a slight hit on the wing. Regaining his target lock, he fired again, but the missile veered off, passing the UFO by a good distance.

			“Takin fire, I thought these things never missed.” His calm tone belied the adrenaline flooding his system. Quickly he fired again, landing a hit this time. Again return fire came, but this time it missed by a wide margin. It seems Aliens are not the best sharpshooters, or at least not this group.

			Already the chase had been on several minutes, and at this speed his fuel was rapidly depleting. He had time for one more shot before he had to break off or risk not having enough to return to base. First though, he waited a few precious seconds to ensure a closer target and a firm lock. Rolling past another shot across his wing, he fired, then cut the throttle. As his speed dropped, he watched his last missile hit home. After a moments, he sighed in disappointment as it kept going, although smoke billowed out of it. Then it slowly tilted from it’s straight course, edging more and more towards the ground and beginning to plummet.

			“Central, this is Blackwing, we have a confirmed kill on Bogey. I repeat, the UFO is down.”

			As everyone started cheering, Bradford commed “Copy that Blackwing, good work. Central out.” Things began to calm down again as he called for a satellite visual on the crash site. Smoke filled the screen, and it took a few magnifications before they could clearly see the UFO.

			“Still in one piece.” Bradford said, surprised. One side of it was charred and had a gaping hole from the repeated missile impacts, but otherwise it was intact. “Commander, I recommend we get a strike team to the crash site immediately.”

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			The crashed UFO was in the middle of a forest in Germany. Fire smoldered in the underbrush in several places from leaked plasma, and trees were snapped like twigs from the fall, trucks lying stretched out on the ground. Wordlessly the strike team took position behind the broken tree’s, then after ensuring there was no ambush waiting for them as they landed, set out into the woods.

			Soon they came across debris from the wrecked spaceship. It was hard to tell what any of it used to be, most of it just twisted pieces of metal, some large enough for a man to lean against even standing. Just then Green stopped from his position towards the back. “I heard something; I think there is a group trying to circle around us.” Quickly the group repositioned and advanced slantwise away from the UFO. It took a little bit, but Green spotted the Sectoids across the strewn wreckage and opened fire with his massive machine gun, the bullets shredding his unfortunate target. None of the others could get a clear shot except for Hardy, whose shotgun was useless at the distance the 2nd target was at, so she pulled out her sidearm and opened fire, hitting the Alien a few times but failing to kill it.

			Guesz took a risk, rushing across open ground to distant cover, ducking green plasma to slam into a low stone rise, then standing back up as soon as the firing stopped, blowing away the remaining Alien. “Geez Phil, one of these days your luck is going to run out!” Stonegate called out to him.

			“It’s my lucky rabbit’s foot!” he called back.

			Just then Hardy saw another pair of ET’s off to her right, from the opposite direction of the first group. “Incoming!” she called as the two grey creatures backed up a little to find suitable cover. Guesz fell back to join the others as they found new cover from the direction the new targets approached from. One advanced carefully, being charged by its fellow with that purple energy, then opened fire at Guesz and missed. Guesz returned fire, not hitting it, while the girls circled around to try to get at the Alien channeling into it’s ally. Green wasn’t able to see either enemy clearly, so he merely waited and watched. Thus when the nearer Alien tried to advance closer to Guesz, Green’s LMG blasted it apart.

			The second Sectoid, seeing it’s fellow die, tried to retreat. Stonegate and Hardy saw it and ran quickly after it. It managed to duck out of Hardy’s sight at the last second, only for Stonegate to draw her pistol and nail a headshot, killing it.

			Everyone was fairly certain the woods were clear then, so they moved on the UFO. It was remarkably intact, about as big as a small house though not as tall as one, almost but not quite circular. It’s sides glowing with some sort of transparent energy field on four sides, while some sort of deep blue shield was on the remaining portions.

			“I think that’s some sort of door.” Stonegate pointed at the non-transparent part.

			“I see an entrance through that other part.” Guesz commented. After a bit of discussion, they decided they didn’t want to be seen coming, so circled around to surround the large blue “door” of the UFO. Once they were all in position, Hardy hesitantly put out a hand and touched the blue field. Immediately it made a high pitched humming noise and dissipated. For a split second, they saw an orange crystal floating in mid-air. Then something formed around it, a creature seemingly made of a tan metal with black portions giving an impression of a face and emphasizing joints. A rifle materialized with it, and it gazed at the intruders as orange energy sparked from the crystal in it’s stomach.

			“Open fire!” They all aimed for the thing, but it was blazingly fast, running to cover before they could react to its sudden appearance. Hardy reacted almost as quickly though, rushing up close to it and unloading her shotgun into it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t tough enough to take a point-blank shotgun blast to the core, and it vanished as suddenly as it appeared, dematerializing into thin air, nothing remaining except the shards of it’s weapon.



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