[Let's Play] UFO: Alien Invasion

[Hawkwings]

I'll vote for plasma pistol. It's about time we started learning about the aliens weapons. Plus then we can get more of them just by killing aliens, and not worry about manufacturing.

[Torben]

I recommend Alien Mind, then Blood Spider. We have new guns and armor. Time to learn some more about how they think and what they new species is.

[Force Lord]

Alien Mind. Knowing is half the battle.

[phred]

I'll vote Alien Mind. Know your enemy and all that.

[OmegaChief]

Alien mind folloed up by looking over those funky new spider things.

[Edi]

Autopsy first. In all likelihood quicker and it will give us insight into alien robotics, which may open up new avenues of research.

[Academia Nut]

Base security was notified of an 'incident' and when they arrived at the labs, they found Academia Nut standing over one of his subordinates, a length of plastic tubing in his hands as he was attempting to choke the man to death.

"I step away from the lab for a few weeks to get the new CNT furnaces running, and what do I get? I get a bunch of fucking yahoos loading hydrofluoric acid into a fucking weapons cartridge? If you're going to mess around with toxic fluoridated compounds in insane applications and at least do me the favour of jumping straight of bloody chlorine trifluoride!"

Academia Nut pauses for a moment before leaning over to another terrified looking assistant and saying, "Note: look into feasibility study on upgrading flamethrowers."

An evil look passes over his face before the rage returns and he returns to attempting to garrotte, throttle, and lecture the man all at once, "Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhy!? We used DF for the aircraft laser because it has bloody infrastructure!"

As the guards haul Academia Nut away from the man, frothing in rage, one of the other researchers speaks up, "Don't go to hard on him, the director raided his stash when he got back."

"$60 a fucking bottle!" Academia Nut can be heard ranting in the distance.

[SirNitram]

Autopsy first. In all likelihood quicker and it will give us insight into alien robotics, which may open up new avenues of research.

I concur. In addition, alilen robotics may be exploited by our cybernetic soldiers.

[OmegaChief]

Hmm, in which case I change my vote to Alien autopsy, if it's quicker it may yeild more usufl answers sooner.

[Dendrobius]

Cyber-Dendrobius is happy, for it has finally achieved what it has dreamed of since being a little cyborg. Meeting Aliens, greeting them cordially, then introducing them to the joys of the stun rod.

[JonB]

Current votes are:
4 - Alien Mind
3 - BloodSpider Autopsy
2 - Plasma Pistol (For those keeping count at home, Academia has told me that he is making his research request to be Plasma Pistol until it gets done.)

I'll give this a few more hours, maybe tomorrow morning, then make a decision and put up the next update.

[Torben]

I would like to make a request:

If the blood spider research is faster, change my vote to that. If not, please keep it to Alien Mind.

Thank you.

That is all.

[Dave]

Current votes are:
4 - Alien Mind
3 - BloodSpider Autopsy
2 - Plasma Pistol (For those keeping count at home, Academia has told me that he is making his research request to be Plasma Pistol until it gets done.)

I'll give this a few more hours, maybe tomorrow morning, then make a decision and put up the next update.

Autopsy.

Also, I concur with the suggestion of using chlorine trifluoride for the flamethrowers. I believe Broomstick originally pointed out this link, but suffice it to say that ClF3 will ignite things like sand and asbestos.

[Coalition]

Coalition sighed. He got to be in charge on the last mission, where they met the spiders. Those could be a problem though, if they were stored in non-active mode, and released on the battlefield in larger numbers.

Still, what were they armed with? Or were they walking mines?

A ding from the side alerted him, where the voting for the next technology was displayed. He voted for the Electrolaser, so they could stun aliens at longer distances. Chances were the Taman would be bringing in heavier combat units, and being able to stun them at range would be much nicer than trying to get next to them.

[JonB]

Sorry about the lateness guys. Not much of an excuse on my end. Just lazyness, I suppose. But I will keep going forward!

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"Begin research on the new Spider-thing. The more we know about the Aliens the better."

16:41, 30 June 2084
Command Center, Not Area 51
United Americas


"Sir! There's a Xeno attack in southern Mexico! The Alien ship just appeared on our radar at long range and then hit the target!"

"Contact HQ! Wait a..."

"Sir?"

"Who the hell wrote that exospeak gag description of a mere Supermarket?”

00:00, 01 July 2084
Firebird Dropship, Labrador Airspace
United Americas

“Director?” Romulan Republic called from the cockpit to the back where I was leaning against my rocket launcher.

“Yes?”

“Sir, there's the updates on our finances. They said they transmitted them to your PDA.”

“Thank you. What's our ETA to the site?”

“Quarter after Seven in the morning sir. Locals have them pinned down between them and their ship. They want PHALANX to take the hits going in.”

“Of course they do. Thanks for telling me.”

“You're welcome, Director.”

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Finances


Bases

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After looking over the status update, I saw no need to alter anything at the moment. PHALANX HQ was still working slowly on building more Nano-Armor, while increasing it's research capacity. The Chinese base was expanding it's production capacity – doubled in 9 days. I would have to wait on some more funds before adding a pair of interceptors to NA51.

07:15, 01 July 2084
Southern Mexico
United Americas


((OOC: The Supermarket is my favorite map. It's got plenty of cover and long straight areas. It can be a tense battle ground, especially with so many ways around.))

ForceLord: “This is a damned roadside market, AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU CIVVIES DOING HERE STILL?”


Cyber-Torben2: “Translating from Spanish – Civilians are contained with Xenos due to fears of contamination.”
JonB: “Bullshit. What contamination? Cooties?”

Cyber-Kryten: “Sirs, if I may. Perhaps it is rather some form of STD? I say this based on a statistical analysis of the dress code exhibited by these women.”


JonB: “Save it for later guys. I'm going around this side.”
Cyber-Dendrobious: “Please watch fire-lines, Director. Calculations indicate a miss could be disastrous.”
JonB: “Noted.”


Cyber-Torben2: “Taman attacking Civilian!”

Agent-Sorchus2: “No it's not!”


Cyber-WhiteHaven: “BREACHING STRUCTURE.”


JonB: “¡Maldito seas! Se apartan!”
Cyber-Dendrobius: “You speak Spanish, Director?”
JonB: “A little, here and there. Legacy of a misspent youth.”


Coalition: “Taman spotted! It's coming up behind you Torben! GRENDADE!”

ForceLord: “It killed the Civvie! Damn it! Tobren, it's coming for you! Take cover!”

Agent-Sorchus2: “No it's not!”


JonB: “One came out the back. Got a rocket to the face for it.”


Cyber-Reckless: “Covering the stairs to the second floor.”


Agent-Sorchus2: “Oh hell! They're trying to flank me! Taman down!”


ForceLord: “Additional Taman spotted. Civilian dead.

JonB: “Got another live one at the very back.”

Agent-Sorchus2: “And another! They're coming out of the damned woods. Oh fuck, it's got a 'Nade!”

BOOM

Agent-Sorchus2: “That was a frag grenade, not a plasma! And the pillar covered me.”


JonB: “Dendrobious! Cover fire!”
Cyber-Dendrobious: “Firing. Taman killed.”


ForceLord: “Taman killed.”


Coalition: “Moving to support Sorchus.”

Coalition: “Dead.”


JonB: “Good work everyone.”
Cyber-WhiteHaven: “DIRECTOR. VERY FEW XENO ITEMS COLLECTED. THE LOCAL FORCES HAVE EXPENDED THEIR RESOURCES AND COULD HAVE OVERRUN THIS POSITION THEMSELVES.”
JonB: “I won't tell if you won't.”
Cyber-WhiteHaven: “AGREED.”


((Another UFO that shows up and runs away.))

15:01, 02 July 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU


“Firebird Launch! Terror attack in Asmara, MEA!”

18:30, 02 July 2084
Asmara, Middle-Eastern Alliance

Extract of Satellite Image of battlefield.

Agent-Sorchus2: “My skill at shooting through windows increases.”


Cyber-Torben2: “Taman spotted hiding in hut. Three Rounds Rapid.”

Cyber-Torben2: “Kill.”


Cyber-Kryten: “Taman spotted. Armor and heavy plasma weapon.”
Cyber-Reckless: “Miss. Damn.”


ForceLord: “Uh, what the hell is that.”


Cyber-Reckless: “There's another one over here. UGLY!”


Coalition: “Gyaah! It stabbed me! DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Agent-Sorchus2: “This one is down too. Keep an eye out for others.”


JonB: “No, I think that's the last.”


JonB: “Alert HQ. There's a third alien species we need to examine.”

02:48, 04 July 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU



05:15, 05 July 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU

I looked at the latest Hospital report. “Send in the Chinese team. Ours needs recovery.”

13:25, 05 July 2084
Rural Russia

Cyber-Pezook: “SPREAD OUT AND EXTERMINATE XENOS.”


Edi-2: “Taman spotted in that house.”


Cyber-Pezook: “Vehrec, SUBDUE UNDESIGNATED XENO SPECIES.”
Vehrec: “On it! HEY ALIEN! CAN YOU STAB YOURSELF WITH MY STUN ROD?”


Vehrec: “Please don't kill me. This should only hurt for a moment.”


Vehrec: “YES!”



17:00, 07 July 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU

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New Research Time! This time, we have our third alien species to dissect to replace the BloodSpider! And of course, there's plenty of other things available as well.

[Agent Sorchus]

Ha 5 kills, teh sniper ftw. Should I order us some Chinese food for our hospital post mission party or what?

...No hiding behind a pillar isn't cowardly, it's called teamwork and being a good sport. Afterall I have to let the rest of the group have a couple of aliens to shoot at sometime.

I would like plasma grenade research, but explosives are a little twitchy in this game so whatever the rest of the team wants sounds good to me.

[JonB]

Oh, I've decided to do personel updates at the middle of the month - the 15th - and finances and base updates on the first of the month. Is that alright with you guys?

[The Yosemite Bear]

Since Fuzzy my Lizard is missing can I get a pet Blood spider please?

[FaxModem1]

barnest2 gets a transmission in the middle of the night.

Fax Modem's voice:"HELP ME!!!!*static*

(sounds of gunfire, shuffling)

Other voice: "Grab him."

(more fighting)

*Transmission ends*

Attachment: Coordinates.

[SirNitram]

After vetoing Bear's request, the alien spider-bot is my next target. Autopsy done, I can get to work on experimenting with it's technologies to improve our men. As the research requests trickled down, I ticked off 'Alien Mind'. Something about them made them braindead once captured. Perhaps some phermone?

[HMS Sophia]

barnest2 gets a transmission in the middle of the night.

Fax Modem's voice:"HELP ME!!!!*static*

(sounds of gunfire, shuffling)

Other voice: "Grab him."

(more fighting)

*Transmission ends*

Attachment: Coordinates.

Barnest is dozing in his hanger, dreaming of combat, when Fax's message comes in.
"Hmm" he thinks "Maybe I can do something for Fax"
He winds up his engines, opening the hanger roof and lifting off. He sets off at high speed, quickly going supersonic. Once he reaches the co-ordinates he slows, and begins circling, using his full complement of sensors to watch the area.

[FaxModem1]

Fax Modem sees barnest2 hovering over the air. Unfortunately, he is surrounded by SHADO agents. He launches a flare straight up into the air.

He keeps running. "Barnest2, this is Fax, I'm being chased by SHADO. Think you could clear the way?"

[HMS Sophia]

"Clear the way? Screw that" barnest messages, before swooping towards Fax's position. He fires a pair of tac-missiles, blowing two clusters of 'shado' agents into the air, before strafing the area around fax with his AP cannons. Barnest sweeps overhead, Vertical lift engines screaming, before swinging around above faxes head. He rotates slowly, shredding the area with high calibre fire, before popping his canopy up.
"Hey Fax, climb on up. Lets get out of this mess" he broadcasts, firing a few more bursts at any movement.


(I'm making up my armament, cos it's cool)

[FaxModem1]

Fax quickly climbs up and into the cockpit of barnest2.

"Take me to the Istanbul base, as quick as you can. I need to talk to Jon Berry."

[HMS Sophia]

Fax quickly climbs up and into the cockpit of barnest2.

"Take me to the Istanbul base, as quick as you can. I need to talk to Jon Berry."

"Roger that chap. Just in time for tea eh?" barnest says over the internal com, before kicking his engines to maximum and accelerating at several G's, pushing Fax back into the pilots seat.

Not long later, barnest hovers over istanbul's hanger, descending into it slowly. He opens his cockpit hatch "Good luck man. And I'm always about if you need to run again."