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