05:00, 17 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU
“Is this thing on?”
“Someone please tell me when he left!”
“Oh, good. You mean the green light? Where did he leave the manual for this?”
“Ahem. This is Acting Director (
recording distorted). Director JonB has... gone on a sabbatical. Yes, that'll work. Gone on a sabbatical. He will return when he can. Until then, I am in charge of PHALANX's day to day operations.”
“What? Research? What are the options? Oh. What do you suggest? Huh? The Director took anonymous suggestions? What kind of system is that? Fine. The more Aliens we shoot down the better.”
18:50, 18 May 2084
Command Center, Wenchang Spaceport Annex
China, Asian Republics
“FaxModem, sir? We have detected Xeno-18 coming from the Indian Ocean.”
Fax nodded. “Send out cyber-Barnest2.”
“Yes sir.”
Two hours Later
“This is cyber-barnest2. Xeno shot down.”
“However, the cowards chose to flee our glorious ground team by ditching into the ocean. Returning to base with apologies.”
03:40, 22 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU
“Can someone tell me how the Director handled getting up so early in the morning to emergencies?”
“Honestly, Acting Director, I don't think he got much sleep at all.”
“So, what do we have?”
“Incursion in Khartoum, Acting Director. Radar returns indicate that the Xeno ship simply dropped from orbit straight down.”
“Argh. Send in the Firebird, alert the local authorities that we're coming.”
Coalition: “No. Seriously. What.
The. Hell. Isn't this the exact same parkade as last time?”
Vehrec: “Save it for later. There's two Aliens on the roof! Firing!”
Cyber-Torben: “MARK 1 EYEBALL INSUFFICIENT. RECOMMEND UPGRADES.”
Dave: “You missed too! Now get to cover!”
Vehrec: “Damn! There's a third one on the roof! Incoming!”
Kryten: “Vehrec! MAN DOWN!”
Cyber-Torben: “REQUIRE IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION.”
Kryten: “AAAAHH!!!”
Cyber-Torben: “ADDING FIRE. XENOS TERMINATED.”
Cyber-Torben: “ALERT. XENO FLEEING. PURSUE AND EXTERMINATE.”
VortexEmpire: “We see it at the top.”
VortexEmpite: “And it's dead.”
Kryten: “Still one more.”
WhiteHaven: “IT IS RETURNING FIRE.”
WhiteHaven: “MY ACCURACY IS SUPERIOR. ALL XENO'S TERMINATED.”
(
OOC: Sorry, forgot to screencap my victory screen. 1 PHALANX Dead, 0 Civvies.)
“Acting Director, the Dropteam is returning. SirNitram has made his preparations.”
“Thank you.”
“Ah, sir... One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“With... Vehrec's... indisposition, Alpha team is a man down.”
“We'll wait for a replacement to come up, one way or the other. Until then, they'll go a man short.”
“Yes, Acting Director.”
01:11, 23 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU
“Acting Director!”
“... coffee...”
“Aliens attacking Brasilia!”
“wha?”
“Oh, just tell the Firebird to launch. I'll get the caffeine IV ready.”
RomulanRepublic: “Ah shit! Under fire from that convenience store! HOT DROP!”
WhiteHaven: “XENOS SPOTTED ON SECOND FLOOR. FIRST FLOOR.”
OmegaChief: “Damn it! They're shooting Civvies!”
Cyber-Torben: “ATTENTION. THIS LOCATION IS UNDER PHALANX CONTROL. EXACUATE.”
Kryten: “This is what I get for coming up the rear.”
ForceLord: “Tamen trying to escape! Gun them down!”
Kryten: “Shit! Take cover!”
WhiteHaven: “PROTECTING SQUISHY.”
VortexEmpire: “Haven's down!”
ForceLord: “Damn it! BURN!”
Cyber-Torben: “ANY FURTHER PENETRATION OF XENO CRAFT WILL RESULT IN LETHAL FORCE.”
Coalition: “Right behind you, ForceLord. Let's get the fuckers.”
VortexEmpire: “Shit! Taking fire from above! AAAAHHHHHH!!!”
(
OOC: Please forgive me! I was distracted for a moment, and forgot to cap the moment when Vortex got killed. Sorry for that lack. Not that I'm apologizing for the kill though. 
)
ForceLord: “BUU~URN!!!”
Kryten: “Xeno down! Where's the fourth?”
ForceLord: “Spread out! Search!”
Cyber-Torben: “XENO SHIP CLEAR.”
Dave: “Torben, you rust bucket! There's one that
just left the ship! GET IT!”
Cyber-Torben: “RECTIFYING ERROR.”
01:20, 23 May 2084
Command Center, PHALANX HQ
Turkey, GEU
“Awake now.”
“Good, Acting Director. We wanted to inform you about the latest casualties on the mission.”
“Are the bodies on the Firebird coming back?”
“Ah... Yes sir.”
“Then it can wait until it gets back and the Docs can make their decisions.”
“Sir...?”
“Yes?”
“Sir, after these recent casualties, there have been some requests to stop research into Vehicle Lasers and to investigate upgrading our own armor.
“No.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me.”
“But...”
“Yes?”
“Nothing.
Acting Director.”
“Six days and counting.”
“Yes,
sir.
Where the hell is Director JonB?”
21:45, 23 May 2084
Command Center, Wenchang Spaceport Annex
China, Asian Republic
“FaxModem, Sir! We have detected Xeno-19 coming out over the Indian Ocean!”
“Shoot it down! Send Cyber-Barnest2!”
2.5h later...
“This is Cyber-Barnest2. I delayed engagement until over land, then shot it down. Wreckage near the coast.
“Confirmed, Cyber-Barnest2. And good hunting. Firebird en-route.
YosemiteBear: “Listen up! It seems that the Kingdom of Thailand owns this little stretch of land, and the Commonwealth has their own forces nearby. They've been glaring at each other for the past couple hours waiting for someone to make their move, so we're going in first.”
OmegaChief: “Whoa. Cyber-Barnest2 did a number on this guy. Look! It's still burning!”
Edi: “Very nice sir, but there is a Taman over there.”
Sorchus: “I'll lob a grenade at it! Hup! Damn, bounced past and into the woods.”
Alison: “Shooting. Miss.”
OmniQ: “Hello Miss! Any aliens I need to shoot over here?”
PeZook: “Flanking this way around the other buildings. Let you know if I see any.”
Sorchus: “Keep care, there's another one inside.
Sorchus: “Wait! And a third! Go for it Pekooz! They're all inside!”
Edi: “Oh shit! Grenade! AAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Sorchus: “It Burns!”
Hawkwings: “Edi! Sorchus! Oh no! MEN DOWN!”
(
OOC: Grenades. All the cover in the world won't help when a pineapple comes bouncing over your head or around the corner. Guess what I have a love/hate relationship with?)
PeZook: “Still here?”
PeZook: “Not any more.”
Eternal Freedom: “Watch your Six, PeZook, Munition inbound!”
PeZook: “Come on! Come get some!”
PeZook: “You think you can scream, huh?”
PeZook: “That's how you scream!”
“Acting Director?”
“Yes?”
“Then men really want proper body armor. Now.”
“Very well. Academia reports his research should be done in less than 24h. We'll begin then, unless something else comes up?”
“The two new casualties...?”
“Send them to Sir Nitram. I know he wants to examine how to incorporate those Cyberdyne Systems into his works.”
“... Very well sir.”
The Acting Director looked around the empty office before leaning forward and steepling his fingers together. “Excellent.”
