Let's Play: UFO Aftershock!

[White Haven]

I can see White Haven's gonna be working her skinny ass off suppressing the armored Wargots while you lazy fuckers chew them away with fire.

[PeZook]

Have I played a different game? I literally never needed anything else than full auto XM-8 deathsticks and a sniper to deal with power armored wargots.

[Nephtys]

File: Personal Log, Nephtys
*Begin Recording*

If two weeks ago, someone asked me what an alien was, I'd point to those little grey skinned morons we've been effortlessly cleaning up with yokels and shotguns. Now, they're seven foot tall plasma-cannon armed bulletproof monsters. It's been a long, long week since the Wargot raid on Laputa, and we've mostly patched up the damage. Their ship remains in it's own predictable orbit, and we've made sure to keep a wide berth from the thing, responding to their forays into our earthside territory and soaking up casualties.



Wargots fight in concentrated squads, with an array of high-powered weapons. Their plasma cannon, while suited to their immense physiology, are cumbersome when used by humans. We've only issued one to Vanas for field evaluation purposes while we're continuing our attempts to design our own versions. More problematic though is their usage of a grenade-launching fireteams to back their line infantry. We're unable to bring the necessary firepower to bear on their squads while under constant incindiary grenade fire, and have taken heavy losses when sending in our militias.

This has got to stop. We've located a small bunker in North America which may contain ancient human atomic weapons. With these weapons, we hope to have a means of attacking and destroying the Wargot mothership.

Our pod landed right at the entrance of the storage bunker. Our local scouts had reported at least one atomic present, with the possibility of more before a Wargot patrol drove them away. Squad McLargehuge, lead by Ford Prefect, landed and stormed the Bunker, watching each other's backs as they moved to call the main lift.

Our chaser, Erik von Nein lamented his role at the back of the party, first out of the Pod, and now last into the bunker. He scanned the forested hills carefully with his sniper rifle. Finally, it was his turn to advance inside. "This is too quiet... they're going to be coming at us any sec----"


A burst of white phosphorous from the alien grenades blinded him, creating a wall of instant fire between him and the rest of the squad. He turned suddenly, falling back with a shout. "Oh god, I'm going to die!" he called as he ran.

"No! Erik!" Vendetta yelled out, but already Erik was too far. He was cut off.
"..." contributed White Haven, who looked around carefully and tugged at her heavy plastic collar.
"White Haven's right." Samuel said softly. "Those xeno-freaks'll be all over here in a second..."


"I'm too young to die!!" Erik shouted, as he lifted his sniper rifle. CRACK! One round tore through an unarmored Wargot's neckline, flooring him as he prepared to pursue. The others lifted their grenade launchers as their comrade fell. Another precision engineered .338 Laputan FMJ round snapped out of his rifle, striking another of the unarmored Wargots. The last was clearly their leader, equipped with full body protection. But even with formidable Wargot armor, Erik spotted a joint in the interlocking plates, placing a round directly on that spot.


The squad could only watch in horror as Erik continued his alien-slaughtering rampage. Another squad advanced from around the hill, and Erik brutally gunned them down at extended range, despite their attempts to use cover on their advance. One alien fell as he was about to fire another incindiary, roasting half of his remaining squad and setting the forest ablaze. Erik ran for the entrance as the squad covered his approach.


The insides of the base weren't much friendlier. Wargots had broken in and were now ransacking the facility, as if looking for something.


Vendetta and Erik held one flank as the squad split up to find the warhead.


Somehow, the Wargots found a way to ARC A GRENADE OVER SOLID UNDERGROUND WALLS AND THROUGH WHAT I PRESUME MUST BE THE CEILING. I have no idea how this is even remotely physically possible!


Wautd locates an armored Wargot commander and tests to see if he's a witch. Fortunately, it seems that he was not.


Samuel's expert sneaking skills allow him to get the drop on a pair sulking in one of the storage chambers, filling each with a complete 9mm magazine.


The Wargot Commander in the lower level was located by White Haven's powerful mental senses, and immobilized while Ford Prefect expended three magazines killing him. Just beyond was our goal. We had found the warhead. With no signs of further Wargot presence, we secured it and brought it back to the surface for retrieval.


Mission Accomplished.

...

Now, we're just about to send the Wargots our own boarding party. They brought napalm to our ship, so we're going to bring fusion to theirs. Sir Nitram rigged up one of our shuttles to carry the warhead, and we've prepared three brave volunteers from Fodder Squad to fly the craft, deposit the bomb and get the hell out.

The team's just launched. We're tracking them on a direct course for the enemy craft. Analysis indicates that the alien mothership has no surface weapons, and we've only observed small transport craft. Given that we've been laying low for the last several days, hopefully we'll have just enough time to get through and deliver the bomb.

"Colonel, LSS Mark Sheppard is making it's final approach. Crew reports warhead is armed and ready. Contact in twenty seconds."

Please give my regards to Yosemite Bear, and tell him to get more of that Earth drink ready. Exposition Lady, Let's put it on the main screen. I want this recorded and sent to propaganda corps.

Yes Ma'am... bringing it up now. Wait a minute, something's wrong. We've overshot the target. Switching to internal camera.

Fuck.

*End Recording*

[White Haven]

Daaamn, Erik. Just...damn.

[Ford Prefect]

The pilots were earthnoids, weren't they.

[Peptuck]

Erik's new codename is "Simo."

[Erik von Nein]

Hahaha! Holy shit. So, apparently a little fear of death is all I need to go on a killing spree.