This mission, described in three words:
X-COM, FUCK YEAH
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Starglider brought us in hard and fast, catching the mutons completely off-guard when we landed. We caught most of the aliens out in the fields, securing the area, and stormed off the ramp before they could get organized. The HWP came under fire the second it started rolling down the ramp. Hawkwings returned fire just as quickly, to discover something most disturbing.
Mutons are tough motherfuckers. That one took a direct hit with a HWP rocket and shrugged. Narkus ran down the ramp to give it a shot with his/her autocannon.
Fucking Radioactive Jesus Christ.
Finally, Robo-Dando Mk1 managed to kill the Mutonator with plasma fire. However, this muton resistance to high explosive death would prove most disturbing for the rest of the mission.
Hawkwings spotted another muton in a field some ways away, and lobbed a missile its way. It missed. Joviwan fired a plasma burst, managing to hit the muton dead center in the chest. The fucking thing smiled at us.
MJ12-1 wiped the smile off its face with three direct hits with his autocannon.
Note: The strength stats of our experienced troops are getting high enough that we can arm just about all of them with autocannons without any problem.
Vympel spotted another muton, and in what was rapidly becoming a common occurrence, managed to tickle it with his heavy plasma gun. It took another burst from MJ12 to drop this muton.
Robo-Dando kept proving his supreme cybernetic badassery by killing this muton outright with a plasma bolt.
Commander Stark spotted another muton, which was wading through Zablorg's autocannon fire like a light spring shower. He dropped it with a plasma bolt, and beyond, noted the massive alien battleship.
Robo-Dando just keeps piling up the fucking corpses.
Hawkwings let out a yelp of surprise when this muton staggered to its feet, apparently deciding the minor bruising it was getting from our rain of high explosive shouldn't distract it from its early-morning jog through a field of concierta wire, followed by a mild breakfast of nails and broken glass.
Joviwan put it down for good.
Meanwhile, Robo-Zablorg and Robo-Shepp discovered more disturbing news: several of the mutons we had been dropping with massed fire were still alive. Bricks were shat, and the armory crews will no doubt be complaining about cleaning out the suits when we get back.
The squad prepared to assault the UFO.
Hawkwings led the way and WHATTHEFUCKISTHATTHING. It looks like a fucking flying kidney.
It died all the same, though.
Note: It says something about the level of ass-kicking here when we don't even bother mentioning the muton that Joviwan casually executed in the corridor.
Robo-Haven ditched his rocket launcher for close-quarters battle, and found this thing wandering around on the third floor. It took three autofire laser bursts to kill.
The squad swept and cleared the first floor of the battleship. meanwhile, outside, Stark and Zablorg ran back to the Skyranger to grab stun bomb launchers so we could keep the unconscious EPWs secured.
Whoa. Trippy.
Joviwan, at the bottom of this lift, proved a well-placed shot to mutons' nonexistant nutsack was just as effective on them as it was on genitalia-imbued humans.
Covenant dropped the last muton on the upper floor, while Zablorg and Stark spent several rounds finding the stunned but recovered mutons on the ground and putting them back under.
Post mission analysis: X-COM! THE XENOS-KILLER! YOU'LL HAVE SO MUCH ELERIUM! TWO HUNDRED ELERIUM!
This was quite possibly one of the biggest fucking hauls we could have asked for. As tough as the mutons were to drop, they were ultimately easy prey, and we suffered no casualties. We bagged three prisoners, four UFO power sources, a virtual armory of alien weapons, and more elerium THAN YOUR BODY HAS ROOM FOR.
Joviwan and ROBO-DANDO are getting commendations for basically killing everything that moved and then teabagging the corpses.
We also managed to recover a single blaster bomb. No blaster launchers, sadly. Maybe the terror ship will have one . . . .