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PFC Mauricio Flores, XCOM Initiative
02:00 - 28 February, Munich, Germany.
Alright, señorita, you're gonna have to clean this up for me if the paper-pushers don't like my language. The Commander told me to write a report after touching down. Not really sure why it's necessary but here we go.
Ran out of smokes halfway there. Were told that shit went crazy in down-town Berlin three hours earlier. Vinogradov (pain in the arse to type, so it's Vino from now on) loaned me one and lit it for me. Pretty nice for a Ruskie. Heard he had an engineering degree or something, so I guess he was pretty smart. Not that it helped him much in the end. Mason was checking his gun. Big damn negrito with a huge stick up his arse. Knew his stuff, though. Don't think I ever saw him miss a shot with that pistol of his. Saito just sat there reading her book. Title was in konju or whatever they call it. Whatever. Touched down about ten o'clock. Threw the cig away and pulled my rifle up.
So, Central tells us to move down the street. Fires and rubble all over the place. Nothing in sight to explain it yet. Vino says he sees something down the street. Central tells Saito to check it out. I know she's the medical expert, but why send her alone to check that? Seems stupid to me.
So she finds a guy from the German Recon team that went down earlier, and then some guy starts saying “help me” in German and Central tells us to go to this big building ahead. Tells us to stay in cover. Really? He thinks we're stupid or what? Found a guy from the Recon squad. Doctor says something came out of him. Damn, that's creepy. Anyway, Vino goes up to this “alien object” and says it's not a satellite. Whoop-de-fucking-do.
We then enter this building and there's the German hombre, armed with a rifle and a grenade. Central tells us to get close. So in close we go. After a minute of two, Central tells Vino to get in close and disarm the German. Bad fucking call. Why should we just approach from our cover to the guy just standing there armed. Stupid god damn risk. Vino gets close and the German just blasts him apart, and blows himself up.
Dios mío. All hell breaks loose. Some weird-looking aliens jump out from nowhere. We'd been set up. Mason gets taken down instantly. Fucking laser or plasma or whatever just melted his head. Nearly pissed my pants on the spot. Saito gets pinned down by one of the things. Central kept speaking orders into my ears by I didn't give a fuck. It's all about instinct in a situation like that. Killed the thing suppressing Saito and she switched cover and threw a grenade to blast another thing to hell. Then she got taken out as well. Shot in the back. So I flanked the last one and painted the floor with its brains. Nothing more hopped out, so I just reported that it was over.
That's about it. Have to take a shower. Might have actually pissed my pants when Saito got killed.
Administrator Lewis' reply: Please don't put it on me to fix your reports, Private Flores. I'll file your report this one time. My advice is less cursing and don't give command so much stick. Stay safe out there.
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Note from Doctor Vahlen:
Started weapons research under orders from the Commander. Personally think researching the aliens is more important, but apparently we don't have enough of these “Sectiods”. Personally I think army men will always want new toys to blow stuff up with and biology will always come second. Pigs.
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Personal audio log of Private First Class Flores, 00:30 – 1 March
Apparently I got a promotion. PFC Flores. Kinda has a ring to it. Got equipped with the good stuff as well. Ligh machine gun and Rocket launcher. FN Minimi and a Carl Gustav, respectively. Getting sent out on another mission. This time we're helping the US it seems. Guess they can't walk their talk. Always blowing their own trumpet and stepping on other countries. Guess they don't appreciate getting stepped on. Whatever. Met some of the new guys earlier. Funny how they're all newbies and this is supposed to be a major globally funded operation. Heard from a technician that most of the XCOM veterans got killed during first contact. Gonna be tough. Looks like Chicago is our stop. Looks like they made me leader of this little clique of soldiers. Got Renard, Johnson and Edwards coming with me. Shame that Norwegian girl isn't coming along. Nice piece of ass. Oh well, time to get to work.
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Personal audio log of Private First Class Flores, 13:00 – 1 March
Just woke up. Took some hits during the mission. Commander congratulated us on a job well done. No casualties. Edwards showed up after the doc was done with my shoulder. Apparently he got a promotion. Seems like a good guy. Gonna grab some more shut-eye.
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Note from Doctor Vahlen:
Commander gave me the green light to study the alien beings. Finally.
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Personal audio log of Private First Class Edwards, 23:00 – 1 March
Flores is still out, so I'm in charge of the Sydney mission. Seems like someone escaped from alien captivity, and we're being sent to bring them in. Being joined by Renard, Johnson and Eriksen. Hope it will go as smooth as the last one.
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Audio log from Operation Vengeful Rain:
Mission objectives – Find Anna Singh and extract her from the perimeter.
Edwards (PFC-E): Alright people. You know what to do. Stick together and find the woman, then we get out nice and swift.
Johnson (P-J): Yes, sir.
Renard (P-R): Roger that.
Eriksen (P-E): Gotcha'.
PFC-E: Move up. Remember to stick in cover.
P-E: What the fuck is that thing? By the fountain!
PFC-E: Hostile ahead. Get to cover, damn it! Target looks like a tall Caucasian male with glasses. Firing! -gunfire- Damn, he took cover over by that bench. Flank him and take him out!
P-R: I see him. -gunfire- Fucking shit, I missed.
P-E: No good vantage moving to cover at your six, Renard.
P-J: Right behind ya, Edwards. No solution.
P-E: He's on the move! -gunfire- Got him. Target is down. What the hell is that gas?
PFC-E: Good shooting, Private. Let's move up to the left and avoid whatever that gas is. Keep an eye out for more of those things.
P-E: Contact, twelve o'clock! -gunfire- Shit! It's one of the small ones, over by that car.
P-R: Confirmed. Sectoid hiding by that car. Got him.
PFC-E: Take the shot.
P-R: -gunfire- Fuck, fucking fuck. It saw me and hid. Just behind the car.
P-E: -gunfire- Missed again! It's on the move towards you, Edwards!
PFC-E: I see him. -gunfire- -angry shouting- Missed. It's behind the same car, only on the other side. -alien gunfire- Shit. Too close. Let's get this fucker. Going up! -gunfire- Target down. Let's keep going, I think I hear her.
-faint shouting, appears female-
P-E: I see her. Sectoid right by her. Taking it out. Tossing 'nade. -explosion- Got it. Moving up.
P-R: Watch the flank, Eriksen! Sectiod to your right. -gunfire- Shit!
P-J: I have it! -gunfire- Sectoid wasted.
PFC-E: Excellent. Move up to Miss Singh.
Anna Singh (AS): Oh, thank God. Get me the hell out of here!
PFC-E: Stay close to us, Miss Singh. Let's move out, people.
P-E: Contact on the other side of the fountain! Another tall one!
PFC-E: Keep moving and keep watch. It hasn't seen us yet. Go, go, go.
P-R: Here he comes! -gunfire-
P-J: -gunfire- Target down.
PFC-E: Good. Keep moving.
P-E: Target ahead. -gunfire- target down. Looks clear ahead.
PFC-E: Good shooting. Stay with me, Miss Singh.
-Singh is something about “So many bodies”-
PFC-E: Get inside, people. All clear. Shut the hatch and let's get out of here, Big Sky.
BS: Roger that. We're heading home, central.
**Post-mission notes:
Eriksen is to be promoted, and assigned as Assault.
Renard is to be promoted, and assigned as Support.
Johnson is to be promoted, and assigned as Sniper.
-Commander**
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Research of Arc Thrower authorized, as well as the construction of a containment chamber for eventual captives. All squads are advised to try to capture enemy infantry, but not to take unnecessary risks.
-Commander
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Personal audio log of Private First Class Edwards, 01:23 – 3 March
Back in the squad again. The Commander wasn't throwing himself over the opportunity to get me back in, but I guess I was stubborn enough to convince him. And to top it all off, the Norwegian... Eriksen, is on the team. Someone must be watching over me or listening to my damn logs. I'll take her long legs over that fugly Edwards any day.
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Personal audio log of Private First Class Edwards, 03:34 – 3 March
This is bullshit. We shoot down a UFO and Command decides to take me off the team after just running a hugely successful operation. Wonder whose ass Flores kissed to get back into the squad this fast. Fucking politics.
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Whoopie. That's it for this time. Don't know when I'll be arsed to write more, but it was pretty fun. Hope you enjoy XCOM and this post. I cut it before attacking the first alien crashed UFO. If you can be bothered, post some thoughts below. Later, TL.
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XCOM is really good, bros.
