[Let's Play] UFO: Alien Invasion

[The Vortex Empire]

I'd vote for the vehicle lasers, as anything we can do to make sure UFOs don't have time to flee over the ocean will help us immensely.

[JonB]

11:00, 08 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU



I glared at the Geoscape. For some strange reason, New Africa's attitudes towards PHALANX dropped sharply. Was there a rash of UFO's that they weren't reporting, or was it the SecGen putting pressure on us? I don't know. Too many things going on.

00:00, 09 May 2084
Command Center, Wenchang Spaceport Annex
China, Asian Republic


Fax Modem popped the cork on the champagne bottle. “Ladies and Gentlemen, The Builder of Chinese DOOM is officially ready for business! Bring on the Taman! I've been told that the Director is sending over Beta Team now, and I also have something I want to show you all!


“Ladies and Gentlemen! Cyber-Barnest2, in the new generation Human Interceptor, the Saracen!”

11 hours later...

Fax looked up at the Geoscape. “And we have our first victim. Wait until they're over land then tell cyber-Barnest2 to go hunting.”

3 hours later...

“Cyber-Barnest2: Launching!”

“Uh, sirs? The UFO just pulled to maximum velocity, Barnest2 might not be able to catch up...”

“Shit.”

(OOC: No, not really. What happened was the UFO turned to engage the interceptor, but cyber-Barnest2 ran out of ammo and returned to base. Once the Interceptor landed, the UFO did a quick loop of the base, then left the area. Now very paranoid that the base will come under attack in the near future.)

07:18, 15 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU
“Sir! Xeno-16 detected. Moving southbound to the east side of the Caspian Sea.”

“Send out Phred.”

“HQ, this is phred. Xeno-16 is too fast sir. I'm going to follow as best I can. Alert the Firebird to ready for a landing.”

I nodded. “You heard the man people.”

“Sir, reports from the ground indicate that Xeno-16 has landed in Lucknow, India, Oceania.”

I looked at the Geoscape. “Send in Beta. They're closer.”

15:35, 15 May 2011
Outskirts, Lucknow
India, Commonwealth of Oceania

Yosemite Bear: “Here you guys go! Nice clean stretch of ground between here and the Aliens for you to go play in!”

EternalFreedom: “Alright! Let's do this one quickly guys! Brown, swing around to the front of the UFO, I can see one of them over there.”
OmniQ: “Yes sir.”
WhiteHaven: “OPTIMAL PLAN.”

Dendrobius: “Taking a shot at the alien by the engine! Damn, missed.”
Vehrec: “Adva~~a~~ncing! Shit! They're shooting at me! They're not supposed to do that!”


Dendrobuis: grgle


Eternal Freedom: “Fuck! Man down! Get them! Rocket away!”

PeZook: “White Haven! Check him out! Save what you can!”


WhiteHaven: “ANALYSIS COMPLETE – UPGRADES POSSIBLE. WILL CONTACT SIR NITRAM FOR UPDATES.”


Kryten: “Aaarggh!!!!! This is my BOOM STICK!”

Kryten: “ohcrapi'mdead”


Pezook: “Don't worry, covering fire! It's down!”


OmniQ: “Taking a shot on the Alien by the front of the craft! It's down!”


Eternal Freedom: “The rest of you! Advance to breach the UFO! There's 1 to 3 more we need to off!”
Cyber-Torben: “TAKING POINT. REINFORCED BODY SUITABLE.”

White Haven: “XENO BURNED.”



15:40, 15 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU

I looked at SirNitram. I couldn't believe I was going to say this, but... “How long?”

“I will need to examine the body first sir. Once the Firebird has returned to base, transfer the body to here, and I will make my judgments.”

I nodded, then took a swig from Academia's personal stash. At least this time he was more likely to share. Now, if only I could stop tasting ochre.

05:12, 156May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU

“Xeno-17, Southbound out of Russia.”

“Launch phred.”

“This is phred. In the air now.”


Phred: “OH COME ON! This is the second time you've landed before I could shoot you full of holes!”


Romulan Republic: “Damn, it's crowded down there. Ah! I see a spot! HOT DROP! HOT DROP! HOT DROP!”

Coalition: “Oh great. So many buildings. This'll be hell to clear out.”
Hawkwings: “Eh, it'll be good for urban training. Come on guys, gotta stay out of the realm of the undead zombie cyborgs.”

Edi: “Covering shortest route between us and the UFO.”
OmegaChief: “Alison, Edi, Vortex, sweep right around the UFO in case any of them got out before we landed.”
Alison: “Yes Sir.”


Vortex Empire: “Hey! Get away from the UFO! It's not safe!”
Civilian (trans) “No! I will not abandon my fruits to these godless heathens!”


Edi: “Tamen spotted! Oh fuck, he's got that knife!”


Edi: “DIE!”


Alison: “This side of the Mosque clear. Advancing.”

Alison: “Aw fuck. The Taman got a man. Ripped open along the back. I really want to know that that knife does. What it does to people...”


Vortex Empire: “What the? PLASMA!”



Edi: “Oh fuck... TAKE COVER! Shoot! Miss! Fuck! They got big guns and armor! OmegaChief! ForceLord! HE~LP!”
“OmegaChief: “Everyone! Out of the UFO! Reinforce the others! I'll shoot the last person there dead myself! GO GO GO!”


Edi: “Alison! Go back around the Mosque! Flank them! Oh god, it tanked the hit... It's wearing armor!”

Vortex: “Edi! Switch! Full-auto!”

Vortex Empire: “Armored, but not unkillable!”

Vortex: “Oh shit! Alison! One is trying to get around your side!”


Edi: “Over here, fucker!”


Alison: “I see him!”

Alison: “Dead! This one wasn't wearing any armor.”


Vortex Empire: “Hail Mary, full of grace, may these bullets find their place!”

Vortex Empire: “Taman down. That's all of them over this side.”



12:20, 16 May 2084
Hanger Bay 2, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU

Alpha Team unloaded the alien bodies as well as the new heavy weapons and alien armor. I reviewed the past two missions. Beta had landed out in the open and one of their own was cut down just standing still. Alpha on the other hand went up three to Four, with the aliens having new weapons and body armor. The skill difference was incredible. I looked to my second.

“Order Beta Green back to HQ, and we'll send Alpha White to China. Mix in the new and the experienced to teach the new guys the ropes.” I should have done that first.

Academia came up to me. “Sir, while the Dropteam was out, we finished our preliminary research into Laser weapons.”


“But with the new arrivals, I felt it prudent to ask you for clarification about our research directions.”

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Well guys, one more fatality in the field. We have plenty of new research options, so please review in detail.

[Agent Sorchus]

Can we get a roster of green white blue and desert cammo teams? I need to know what sort of meat shields I will be deploying with. And I would love to get my hands on one of those plasma rifles.

[HMS Sophia]

Us interceptors need vehicle lasers. We keep running out of ammunition in the air.

[FaxModem1]

"As much as I would love to have a laser pistol of my own, I think we need to focus on the cartridges. Let's get that out of the way, then work on the more glamourous details."

[FaxModem1]

"Oh, and a thought just occurred to me. After we research the cartridges, we need to make bases that are as self sufficient as possible. Let's go with Base Defense Lasers after the cartridges."

[PeZook]

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RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC
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DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETE

PERSONALITY MATRIX ADJUSTED. EMOTION ERADICATED.

ADJUSTMENT COMPLETE.

UNIT READY TO KILL

Seriously, I think White Haven got my part

[FaxModem1]

Fax Modem adjusts the deck plate after helping the cyborg delete its Emotions.

"Yep, here's the problem, you had a Mk V-NP7 personality chip in you. Its gone, but it might have put software duplicates elsewhere in your hardware. If you'd like, I could put a null device that will keep you emotion free. Do you want it?"

[PeZook]

YES

EMOTIONS ARE AN INEFFICIENT BYPRODUCT OF ORGANIC EVOLUTION

[FaxModem1]

Fax Modem removes chassis plate and head plate from the cyborg PeZook. He then installs the necessary components.

"Okay, this should last longer than you do, but contact me if you have any problems."

Once done with the modifications Fax Modem set out to do, plus changing the oils and rotating the belts, he replaces the chassis plate and head plate on PeZook.

[Torben]

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...INITIALIZING...
...STATUS:  UNIT ONLINE...
...DIAGNOSTICS:  ALL FUNCTIONS WITHIN ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS...
...PRIME DIRECTIVES:
01:  BURN THE XENO
02:  SERVE PHALANX AND SIRNITRAM
03:  PROTECT THE INNOCENT
04:  CLASSIFIED...
...TRANSMISSION RECEIVED...

RECOMMEND VEHICLE LASERS, THEN LASER CARTRIDGE, LASER RIFLE.
LOGIC CHAIN:
AERIAL UNITS CONTINUE TO FAIL INTERCEPTION MISSIONS DUE TO LACK OF AMMUNITION. WE CANNOT BURN THE XENO IF WE CANNOT STOP THE XENO CRAFT.
LASER CARTRIDGE IS REQUIRED FOR ALL PERSONNEL UNITS.
LASER RIFLE WILL BE NECESSARY TO COMBAT XENO USE OF BODY ARMOR.

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...PACKET ENCODED...PACKET ENCRYPTED...PACKET SENT...
INITIALIZING S3...STATUS:  STANDBY...

Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

[phred]

Can we please get some frikken lazurrs on the interceptors please? After that the cartridges, and the man-portable laser weapons. Armor would probably be a good idea at some point as well.

[SirNitram]

The robots, especially that cyberdyne prototype, are unnerving. I intend to use it for dissection to upgrade our cyborgs when there is an excuse. I've been doing what I can to enhance the troops, restoring as much humanity as they wish to exert. But another op, another corpse in my cybernetics lab. Tissue damage was insufficient to prevent ressurection, as White Haven transmitted. The work is nearly done, and I am finding myself again questioning my pursuit of this project. Professional ethics were discarded, and I've been officially rebuked by every research group, corporation, and nation outside of PHALANX. When we beat the aliens, it's over for me.

That's not all that bothers me. My personal morality is rising up in resistance to portions of my work. But. I will continue to keep Phalanx troops on the field. That being said, I have scheduled meetings with the project psychiatrist.

[PeZook]

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SUBJECT ANALYSIS: SIRNITRAM

ELEVATED ANXIETY LEVELS DETECTED

TEAM MAINTENANCE PROGRAMMING INITIATED

IS SOMETHING BOTHERING YOU, PUNY ORGANIC? YOUR MENTAL PROCESSES AND SOCIAL INSTINCTS DEMAND COMMUNICATION WITH FELLOW MEMBERS OF YOUR DESIGNATED TRIBAL GROUP?

[FaxModem1]

Fax Modem overhears Nitram's log. He knocks on the door.

"Think of it this way, they volunteered for this, they signed the organ donation card, this is just that applied in an obscure way. And if they weren't here to do this, a lot more civilians, who don't want to be in this type of life, would be dead by now."

Fax Modem looks at the corpse and the cybernetic modifications to it.

"Here, let me do you a favor."

FaxModem removes the Mk V-NP7 emotion chip and inserts the modified nullifiers.

"This will make it easier for everyone, no need for cyborgs who start screaming about their lives or wanting to go home."

[Force Lord]

*Looks around* Alright. Who ate all the cookies?

[OmegaChief]

Omegachief covers his mouth, hiding the crumbs.

"Uh... not me, definatly not me"

[Force Lord]

"Really, wise guy? Now buy us more. With your own money."

[OmegaChief]

"Okay, how about instead of me leaving the base to buy cookies when we could be called out to frag Xenos at any second, why don't we make it a bet, for the last person to kill a Xeno next mission has to buy them?"

[The Vortex Empire]

Go for the body armor, anything we can do to minimize casualties is well worth it.

[Force Lord]

"Okay, how about instead of me leaving the base to buy cookies when we could be called out to frag Xenos at any second, why don't we make it a bet, for the last person to kill a Xeno next mission has to buy them?"

"Deal. No cheating!"

[Academia Nut]

Academia Nut looks over the project proposals before he submits the following:

As much as my love of superheated ionized gas compels me to research the alien weaponry, we do indeed need more punch for our aeiral units. Recommend immediate research into vehicle mounted laser weapons

He then sends out a second, private message to the Director

Depletion of private stocks reaching critical levels. Unless I get authorization for a quick excursion to Warsaw and Havana I'm switching hiding places and getting a new damn lock. If necessary scientific grade ethanol firebombs will be used in defence of property.

[Kryten]

I recommend going for better armour first.

[PeZook]

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BENEFIT ANALYSIS RUNNING
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BODY ARMOR

NEGATIVE RECOMMENDATION. HUMANS EXPENDABLE. LARGE MANPOWER POOL AVAILABLE.

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VEHICLE MOUNTED LASER WEAPONRY

POSITIVE RECOMMENDATION. INCREASE IN XENO CASUALTIES PREDICTED. XENO CASUALTIES CONSIDERED A POSITIVE OUTCOME UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

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LASER SMALL ARMS

POSITIVE RECOMMENDATION. IMPROVED ABILITY OF GROUNDS TROOPS TO MUTILATE AND KILL ORGANICS DESIREABLE.

I RECOMMEND RESEARCH INTO LASER SMALL ARMS OR INTERCEPTOR LASER WEAPONRY IN ORDER TO INCREASE RATIO OF ENEMY CASUALTIES.

[SirNitram]

"Don't take things out of them so casually. I've not perfected this yet, Fax." A sigh from Nitram. "Anyway, that only removes emotions in the robots. We're using as much of the original brain as possible." He slips the chip back into place. "This just inhibits glands to produce less, as there's only a little portion of the body to send it to." A shake of his head. "I'm not robbing these men of their humanity unless explicitly asked by them."