2/3 Sgt. Anus 2016/11/30(Wed)21:34 No. 762837 ID: a1bbe2
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Anus approaches the large computer. He looks it over as thoroughly as he can, although he doesn't really know what he's looking at.

Suddenly, a small screen on the console comes to life. A comms channel? It looks like

3/3 Sgt. Anus 2016/11/30(Wed)21:51 No. 762842 ID: a1bbe2
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8 JANUARY, 1999
1206


>"Huh?"

>Deadeye looks uneasy. "I said, they might promote you again. You sure you're feeling alright, Boss? You're really...distant."

>"I'm fine, alright? My head just feels a bit stuffy."

>"We're about an hour out," Boy sighs. "Better start thinking, huh...."

>"Oh yeah, you didn't answer me earlier about that either!" Deadeye scoots closer to the sergeant and lowers his voice. "What're we gonna do, Boss?"

>"What're we gonna...?"

>"About Boy, sir! We're not just gonna let him get court martialed, are we? From the story it sounds like he wasn't himself, I don't think it'd be right...."

Tell him you think you know what happened. The aliens have mind control. You just got hit with it yourself, because you don't remember anything that happened between investigating the console in the UFO and now.

aliens got mind powers. what he needs is some some rest and time with the shrink. and we need to find some way to counteract it. looked at the console and saw... something wasn't the kind of critter we were killing, and then i woke up here. whatever it was did it over distance but the fact it didn't do it until it saw me means it needs to see the target. gonna suggest a lot of people carry stunners to prevent friendly fire.
other good news is despite me blacking out and possibly being under control i didn't try to murder anyone so ether it wanted to try and use me to spy and i shook it off or it can't do complex commands from range and "leave" was the most it could get me with. ether way we need to get some kind of defense... tinfoil hats?

>>762842
You've been mind controlled. Stay calm, do not fire!

1/3 Sgt. Anus 2016/12/06(Tue)21:27 No. 764142 ID: 79cb76
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>"Boy will be fine," Anus says. "Call me nuts but I think I know what's going on here."

>"Huh?"

>"First I flip out stepping off the Skyranger. Then Simurgh goes off the deep end, then Boy. And now I can't remember anything between searching the UFO and now. The aliens might have some form of mind control."

>"Mind control?! Are you serious, Boss?"

>The sergeant nods. "I don't see why it's not possible, it's the best explanation I can think of. And if the brass agree it lets Boy off the hook for his actions, maybe."

2/3 Sgt. Anus 2016/12/06(Tue)21:29 No. 764144 ID: 79cb76
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The pilot signals that the ship will be landing shortly. They've reached the base.

>"Just let me explain it to them," Anus assures the two. "This'll go just fine."

3/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/06(Tue)21:53 No. 764152 ID: 79cb76
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12 JANUARY, 1999
0800

Things went a bit too well.

A freshly promoted Captain Anus sits brooding in his new office. Only two of his three new sergeants stand behind him--Boy is still out on medical leave for his injuries.

The brass had showered the squad with praise for their accomplishment. Promotions were dished out for the survivors and then they were more or less told to fuck off as the research and development branches started fighting over who got what loot. There was hardly any mention of what had actually happened down there, and no talk at all of discipline for Boy.

Today the officer is stuck behind a desk, mulling over the records for eleven new soldiers. As the highest ranking soldier he's in charge of them all now, which means....

>"Christ, how am I going to handle naming all of these fuckers?"

>"Naming, sir? I don't understand."

>"You've been stuck on this for like an hour now, Boss! Look, how about you brainstorm just a few, like one for this guy and a couple others? Me and Boy could handle naming our own squads, honest!"

"for fuck's sake"
"for the love of god"
"somebody"
"one of you knuckleheads"

I can hear it now- "FOR FUCKS SAKE, SOMEBODY, ADVANCE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ONE OF YOU KNUCKLEHEADS- GIVE COVERING FIRE!"

>>764154
This is a brilliant idea but the names need to be short so they can be used quickly.

How about Scratch, Sniff, and Wart?

>>764152
Fatality
Casualty
Collateral
Write Off
...


Okay those were all jokes, in actuality, have a better list:

Roger Young

Space Cadet

Looney

Madman

Mr T

Stormtrooper

Our Best Dude (Note: Apply this to worst dude)

Decoy (Apply this to best dude)

The UN Cut Our Name Budget

Have we tried the Seven Dwarves yet? We go through recruits so fast I forget... And then we should pick names from the Magnificent Seven.

Need names to get 'em ready for the meat grinder. Mental fortitude or something.
Prolapse?
Abscess.
Dainty Nancy.
Blister.
Vegan Hamburger.
God's Little Slut.
Thick and Chunky.
...and so on and so on.

... Maybe bone the engineer sometime. After all, you don't have time for the whole relationship thing, considering you could die on any mission. So, at least something to remember you by.

>>764152
Hang on, we have three sergeants? Boy, Deadeye, and who? Simurgh died, yeah?

>>764162
I like this guy's serious names. Second.

1/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/07(Wed)16:21 No. 764368 ID: 59ec50
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>"No, I can handle it," Anus grumbles. "Let's see here...."

After a few more minutes of brainstorming, the captain takes out a pencil and scrawls a name by each of the recruits' pictures.

>"Solid set of names," Deadeye comments. "This what you're going with officially?"

>The captain nods. "Decoy, take this stuff up to command so they can file it and whatnot."

>The third sergeant looks confused. "Who, sir?"

>"You, Decoy! Get a move on, I got shit to do."

2/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/07(Wed)16:39 No. 764372 ID: 59ec50
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0840

Decoy leaves for the command center. Anus and Deadeye step out into the hallway soon after.

>"What a headache," Anus gripes. "I don't know how my sergeant could come up with names so fast."

>"We have anything else to do today, Boss?"

>"Way too much, bud."

The captain lists off the to-do list that came with his new rank. As the highest ranking infantry officer at the base, the brass expects Anus to be the liaison between his men, the research team and the engineers. He'll have to check in on both of the departments sometime today. He should probably also find time to address the new recruits, and maybe check in on how Boy's doing. On top of all that, it wouldn't be official business but he was considering checking in on that engineering head, too....

>"Damn, really? Might as well get started then.... Where to first?"

>>764368
Check in with engineering first. That's two things on our list.

Also, The UN Cut our Name Budget can be "The UN" for short.

yeah, get new stuff before thinking about newer stuff.

Capt. Anus 2016/12/13(Tue)17:16 No. 765638 ID: e6c26b
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0910

The two soldiers navigate the base to reach the workshops.

The entrance to the engineers' workspaces is at the far corner of the base, a long ways from any of the other core facilities. The halls leading up to it are surprisingly run-down for such a freshly built base.

>"They really keep the gearheads in quarantine, huh," Deadeye murmurs.

An engineer stumbles out to greet the two as they approach.

>"I'm Caroline," she coughs. "You didn't see that, did you?"

>"See what--?"

>Caroline lets out a hacking laugh and shakes her head. "Nevermind, nevermind. You're that one from earlier, yeah? What you here for, X-COM business or the boss?"

>>765638
Yes.

"both, i got a promotion."

also be sure to talk about how that armor did it's job. got excitable boy sent to the med bay instead of the morgue.

>>765638
Here on business. REALLY need some new armor and guns.

1/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/17(Sat)20:35 No. 766577 ID: 6c9de1
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>"Both," Anus replies. "I got a promotion, so..."

>"Ohhhhh, gotcha. You have to check in on us now, right?"

>"Yeah, and request some more gear, if I can. That armor Laurel gave us kept one of my men out of a bodybag."

>Caroline's grin falters a bit. "Uh-huh.... Well I'll be honest, sir, it might take a while. We're working hard back here, but there's been a couple...setbacks. There's only so much ten chicks can do with no support from the higher-ups, you know?"

>"I'll see if I can't get your department some more hands or funding. Could we see what you've got so far, at least?"

>The engineer ponders for a moment before shaking her head and shrugging. "Yeahhhh," she wheezes,"it's probably best if you do. Follow me, sir."

The blast door slides open and a thick cloud of smoke starts spilling into the hallway.

>>766577
"I think I can taste that setback."

smells like progress.

2/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/17(Sat)20:50 No. 766581 ID: 6c9de1
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The main room of the workshops looks like it's been bombed out. Smoke has nearly filled the area, with more filtering out from cracks in the floor. There's a heavy scent of oil in the air. Several engineers are working near the center of the room, hammering out dents in a heavy blast shield.

>"So this is our workshop," Caroline says, scratching her head awkwardly. "Below that big blast shield is the Fabricator, our main machine for putting together designs. It's having a couple technical problems at the moment."

>"Technical problems?"

>"Yes sir, it's just, uh.... Well, it exploded a few minutes before you showed up."

One of the service hatches near the shield starts to rattle.

3/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/17(Sat)20:58 No. 766587 ID: 6c9de1
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The hatch door bursts open and Laurel scrambles into view, covered in machine fluid.

>"Caroline!" she snaps. "Where the fuck is the toolbox--"

>The engineer boss notices the soldiers next to her subordinate and gasps. "O-oh, no. Ohhhhhh no no no no no...!!"

>>766587
Hey. Got anything left over? Armor worked great, by the way.

>>766587
So, erm, what do you think you guys need most out of manpower, cash, and alien whatsits? I'm guessing cash to buy a replacement fabricator.

"tell me what you need to get this thing working as soon as possible"

>>766587
Uhm. Tell them to fix it and make more of that armor?

1/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/18(Sun)12:28 No. 766700 ID: 6c9de1
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>The captain takes a knee by the hatch. "Hey."

>"S-s-sergeant!! I am so sorry, I--!"

>"Just tell me what you need to get this thing working as soon as possible," Anus interrupts.

>Laurel looks close to tears. "I.... I-I don't know! We never thought it would...!"

>"You've gotta have an idea, right? Manpower, cash for a new one?"

>"A new one would cost over a million. Th-they'd never spend that much on us.... We can fix it, but it could take all month....."

>"Would some more engineers speed the process up any, at least?"

>"I don't know, I don't know...."

>Anus grimaces. This isn't sounding like it will be a quick solve. "Do you have anything left over, at least?" he asks. "That armor of yours worked great, out there."

>The engineer wipes at her eyes with a grimy hand. "It's...it's all gone," she snivels. "W-we had five more sets, all gone cause of me...! I'm so sorry, I ruined the whole--"

>A loud crackle is heard from inside the hatch. "Boss!" a voice calls, "The wires near the fifth leak are sparking again! We're gonna roast, at this rate!"

>"Fuck," Laurel hisses. "I have to go...! Caroline, follow me down!"

2/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/18(Sun)12:35 No. 766703 ID: 6c9de1
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Laurel and Caroline disappear down the hatch, leaving the soldiers unattended.

>"Uhhh, maybe we should leave them to their work," Deadeye says nervously. "This area might be a little hazardous to our health...."

>Anus winces at the sound of power tools powering up below the floor plates. "Yeah, that may be best."

>"What do we do though, go straight to Command with this? Or hit the researchers and then go up there with a full report?"

Might as well hit up the researchers, see what they got.

Hit the researchers first.

I guess we made the wrong decision on who to fund...

>>766752
That's ....

You know the rest of the meme.

Capt. Anus 2016/12/18(Sun)20:13 No. 766783 ID: 6c9de1
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>"Let's head to the scientists," Anus decides. "I hate to say it, but maybe I made a mistake on who to back...."

1010

The soldiers beat a hasty retreat from the engineering department and navigate the halls back toward the main section of the base. Once they reach the main corridor, it's only a few turns before they're standing in the lobby of the research department. It's in much better shape than the workshops, and it looks like every scientist is busy in their personal lab.

>Matt the research head comes out to greet them. "I've been expecting you sirs," he says. "Anus, right? Congratulations on your promotion."

>"Please give me some good news," Anus sighs.

>The scientist scoffs. "You already visited the shitshow in the workshops, huh? To think they're supposed to be the UN's 'finest' engineers. Give it a month or two and they'll manage to blow the whole base, somehow."

>"I'm sure they'll figure things out soon."

>"Hopefully before you're all dead, captain, that's all I'll say about that.

>"You will be happy to know that at least one department down here is making progress, though!" Matt nods to the window behind him with a smile. "My staff have outdone themselves, sir. I'll try not to bog you down with specifics, but long story short, among the spoils from the UFO we found the parts we needed to start putting our laser theories into practice. We're currently working on a prototype for the world's first laser pistol!"

>Anus nods approvingly. "So we'll have our hands on something soon?"

>Matt hesitates. "Wellllll..... 'Soon' is a very fast, reckless word, sir, don't you think?"

>The captain's heart sinks. "When."

>"Now don't get all sulky on me sir, it'll only take about till the end of the month and then our studies will be complete!!"

Christ, once again nothing Anus and his men can use now. At least they're actually working on producing something, the officer supposes...

>"Please bear with us, time is the price we have to pay for innovation! My people and I are doing good work though, and fast work considering what we're dealing with! Which means......"

>"...Which means?"

>The researcher fiddles with his glasses a bit. "Which means perhaps we'll be getting a good report to Command, today? And perhaps *someone* could file a request to change who gets that pay raise...??"

"Depends who gets me something usable first."

Wait, both departments will take a month to get anything done? At least the engineers had something made before they blew it up. Unless they blew something up to cover for not having anything ready either.

Tell him you're relieved to see both departments are working at about the same speed. Armor is still the first priority, however.

get one of the alien guns and ask them to figure out how to make it do it's zappy thing. if it's even half as effective on them as it is on us then it will be great.

1/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/20(Tue)15:20 No. 767198 ID: 6c9de1
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>"That depends on who gets me something usable first," Anus replies.

>Matt's jaw drops. "Seriously?! It's obvious we'll be done with this first, their whole department is poised to implode! They can't even work right now sir, so--"

>"The way it looks now, you both are gonna take the rest of this month or more to actually put shit out. I'm relieved to see you're working at a similar pace, but in the grand scheme of things I still want that armor more."

>"Moving at the same pace as--!" The scientist is lost for words. He takes a moment to calm himself before continuing. "I can understand that, captain. We'll see if the situation changes by the end of the month."

>"Also, about the alien weapons. Do you think you can figure out at least how to fire them?"

>"Oh, of course!" Matt brightens considerably at the mention of the alien tech. "I actually took the liberty of securing one for the lab to work on, already. It will be quite some time before we understand how it functions, but we hope to at least have a safe method of usage by troops worked out by next week."

>"Just leave it to us captain, you'll see results sooner than you think. With a little luck, we'll have you wielding those weapons before you have to sortie again."

2/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/20(Tue)15:25 No. 767199 ID: 6c9de1
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"Attention, all troops assigned to Skyranger-001, "The Friend-Ship." Suspicious activity reported in France. Report to the council office for briefing immediately."

Goddammit.

3/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/20(Tue)15:31 No. 767202 ID: 6c9de1
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Anus and Deadeye hastily exit the research department and take off toward the council office. Their route takes them past the infirmary--

>Excitable Boy pokes his head out of the door. He waves as the two come closer. "Captain what's going on, another mission? Take me with you, I can fight!"

"i know you want to get back at the fuckers, but you need to be in top shape otherwise you could make a mistake that costs someone. the mission after the docs say you are good, you will be on it."

>>767202
Only if the medic's cleared you.

1/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/25(Sun)14:06 No. 768176 ID: 6c9de1
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>"Have the medics cleared you yet?"

>"Well no, but--"

>"Then you're not going," Anus snaps, hardly slowing as he passes by. "I know you want to get back at them, but not till you've recovered."

>"Don't worry," Deadeye calls back, "I'll pop an extra head or two for you!"

>"Dammit...! Good luck, you guys!"

2/2 Capt. Anus 2016/12/25(Sun)14:30 No. 768178 ID: 6c9de1
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The two soldiers burst into the council office.

>"Captain Anus. Sorry you didn't get more time to rest before your next sortie."

>"It's fine sirs, really. What's going on?"

>"UN intelligence has intercepted what they've described to us as 'mysterious communications,' originating from some point within a small town called Crainte. Whatever they've picked up, it's important enough to send us to investigate. We have no readings of UFO activity in the area, so chances of contact with the enemy is low.

>"At this time X-COM is still very much a black ops project, so steps will have to be taken to keep our operations in the town a secret. The skyranger will fly out tonight, and your men will approach and search for the source of the communication signal under cover of darkness."

The captain winces a bit. The importance of avoiding night missions made up an entire subsection of Sergeant Sexgod's speech.

>"This mission has the potential to be much messier than a UFO assault, albeit in different ways. Make the wrong moves among the citizens of one of our funding countries, and many, many heads will roll. Starting with yours. Any questions?"

how many flares can fit in the skyranger?

any particular way we should handle civilians if we do make enemy contact? such as, have them huddle under the skyranger while we kill the hostile contacts.

>>768199
Dead men don't tell tales.

>>768178
Might I suggest wearing civilian clothing during the operation? Plausible deniability there, so long as nobody sees the skyranger.

>>768420
killing civvies is a bad idea.
>>768421
civilian clothes prevent armor. we will also be running around with guns.

1/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/26(Mon)23:18 No. 768426 ID: 6c9de1
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>"How many flares can we fit in the skyranger?"

>"There should be enough for each soldier to carry two."

>Anus nods. "Also, if we make contact with the enemy, what do we do with the civilians?"

>"You try your damnedest to make sure none get caught in the crossfire, but otherwise avoid them. If you have to interact with them, claim you're part of the police force and get them running in some direction away from the skyranger. We can't have anyone getting too close to that ship."

>"Got it, sir. We'll head out tonight."

>"Operation Hot Shroud will begin at 2200. Good luck, captain."

>"I've got a bad feeling about this...."

Anus leaves to gather his men, with Deadeye close behind.

2/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/26(Mon)23:30 No. 768428 ID: 6c9de1
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2100

Hangar-001 is full of activity. Eleven recruits mill about, double-checking their equipment and arguing over spots aboard the skyranger. Captain Anus and his sergeants stand over a map of the operation area, discussing the mission.

>"Command's given us three comms radios to work with," Decoy explains. "We'll be able to talk to each other with them, but they also double as scanners for that frequency we're trying to find. I'm thinking each of us should hold onto one."

>"Agreed," Anus says. "Now, about the actual plan of attack...."

3/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/26(Mon)23:43 No. 768429 ID: 6c9de1
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>"Right. So, this map shows the operation area. This is the part of town the UN's guys are certain the signal came from. A couple houses on the outskirts, a chunk of the rich end of the neighborhood and the mayor's house.

>"Command's ordered the pilot to drop here, in the fields outside of the town. We'll move in from there to, uh... Well, that's what we're figuring out now."

>"You have a full force of fourteen at your disposal, counting yourself, captain. If we're doing this by the book, that means we have two squads of five and one squad of four to think about when you're planning this."

>>768429
Squad of four can move to check the isolated houses. Two squads of five will move to the urban area and commence full urban tactics. Take over a building (start with the building closest to the isolated houses) and one team can use it as advantageous terrain to cover the other team as they check/secure more houses. Keep leapfrogging like this to eliminate any hostiles in the houses. The 4-squad will move in to support the others once the isolated houses are secure.

Once the streets are secure we can move to check the mayor's house. One team can set up in the house nearest the mayor's house to cover the entry team. I'm thinking 4-squad. The ten men in the mayor's house will do a full sweep and eliminate any resistance. If we've lost men by the time we get to the mayor's house(and hoo boy will we ever), just split the team proportionally so SOMEONE is watching the outside.

Guide 2016/12/27(Tue)19:06 No. 768537 ID: d79f26
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something like this. sweep north then south. split up into two squads at the north end.

1/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/27(Tue)22:14 No. 768571 ID: 6c9de1
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>"We'll sweep north, then south," Anus decides. My four-man squad'll handle the outlying houses, while you two lead your teams to make sure the streets are clear and try to find the source of that signal."

>"Wait, shit," Deadeye mutters. "I dunno if it makes much of a difference but Decoy miscounted a bit, no Boy remember? We're rolling with thirteen, not fourteen."

>"No big deal, you'll just be in charge of another four-man squad instead of a five-man," Anus says.

>"Think urban tactics for this, move from house to house, but nobody busts into a home unless they're absolutely certain the communications are coming from it. We're not gonna break our cover kicking down doors until we're sure. Let's load up."

The sergeants set about ushering their soldiers onto the skyranger. Anus is about to follow suit when the door to the base slides open.

>"Captain, wait!!"

2/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/27(Tue)22:36 No. 768574 ID: 6c9de1
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Laurel stumbles toward the officer, still covered from head to toe in dirt and oil. She struggles to keep a solid hold on the large chest in her arms.

>"Laurel?"

>"I...I couldn't let you leave without anything," she grunts as she comes closer. "It's not much, but--shit, shit, shit!!"

>Anus hurries to grab an end of the chest before it can slip out of the engineer's grasp. "Christ, this thing's heavy! What is this?"

>"The last of the UN-issue armor we had in storage, and some scraps from Demon Star. There should be enough for everyone to get something," Laurel explains. "I-I know it doesn't work that well, but...!"

>"We'll take it."

>"Th-thank you.... Stay safe, okay? I've made such a mess of things, it would be a bad note to leave on...."

3/3 Capt. Anus 2016/12/27(Tue)22:59 No. 768578 ID: 6c9de1
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2215

The skyranger has a much different air than it did the previous mission. With almost a full platoon's worth of soldiers in it, it's like it was before, overly crowded and much too loud. Anus half expects to hear some familiar voices in the mix of the soldiers' banter, but now the only one he can readily recognize is Deadeye's.

Anus gently touches the rim of his new headgear. Sexgod's old bucket had been in that box of UN gear, and before he'd known it he had snatched it up. The officer prays that his sergeant's threat of haunting him had just been a joke....

>"That's retarded," Prolapse scoffs.

>"Fuck off cunt, it's possible!" Looney moves to take a step toward his squadmate, but the skyranger's turbulence makes him reconsider. "I'll bet you anything, it's gonna be just like that comic."

>"Captain, Austin's being stupid again."

>"Who?" Anus asks coldly.

>"O-oh! Sorry, Looney's being stupid."

>"Am not! Captain, don't you think this could end up being like in Return of the Xenos: Betrayal? You know, that part with some of the humans trying to get with aliens or something?"

>"It's a retarded idea from a retarded comic book," Prolapse asserts. "Captain, you agree, right?"

>>768578
It's more likely to be a trap. A beacon in the middle of an ambush. However, I wouldn't put it past humanity. Ideals can differ greatly from place to place, and if the aliens can lie well enough, they could convince some people that surrender is the right option.

>>768578
there is a chance mind control is being employed by the aliens. meaning some civilians could be on the alien side, but against their will. any civilian that is out on the streets at this hour gets one chance to listen to our orders before they get knocked out by a stun rod.

>>768578
>>768595

Speaking of, we may want to commander zip tie cuffs from the police station if there's one in the area

Stunning is good. Restraining after is even better.

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>"There's a chance," Anus muses. "They've got mind control, so civilians could possibly be being forced to do shit for them. If we see anyone out at this hour and they don't respond right away, they're getting stunned and tied."

>Looney shoots his friend a shit-eating grin upon getting this response. "See?"

>"What's more likely, though, is that this is a trap. A setup, in the middle of an ambush...."

An awkward silence falls over the cabin. Looks like the rest of the team has been listening in to the conversation.

>"An ambush...?"

>Deadeye shudders. "You think so, Boss?"

>"That's pretty spooky," the pilot chimes in. "A little late to change course though, we're touching down soon. Good luck with that, kids!"

2/4 Capt. Anus 2016/12/30(Fri)20:52 No. 769248 ID: 6c9de1
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The team unloads from the skyranger without a hitch. Following the plan, they move toward the town together before splitting into squads and moving off to their respective paths. Before long, Anus finds himself in charge of only Looney, Prolapse and Space Cadet.

>"Stealth or not I don't think we should be out this late," Looney mutters. "If they got mind control we're doing ROTX rules, which means they probably got some night vision shit too...."


Tonight truly is the worst possible night to be running an operation. It's a new moon, and cloudy. Visibility is complete shit, and Anus doesn't want to start throwing flares around before their target is found.

3/4 Capt. Anus 2016/12/30(Fri)21:14 No. 769252 ID: 6c9de1
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>As the first isolated house comes into view, Anus pulls out the radio device and clicks it on. "Deadeye, Decoy, talk to me some."

>"Decoy here. We're moving through the north end of the houses now."

>"It's pretty fuckin' creepy on the south side, Boss. I'm getting a little nervous, if I'm honest."

>"Keep going, you're fine. Remember, no lights and no noise before we find that signal."

>"Don't worry man, I'll--fuck, I got something."

>"Decoy reporting, we've found the source. It's the mayor's mansion sir, signal's so strong the scanner shorted out!"

>"Are you serious? We're experiencing the same down here, we think it's coming from the gatehouse."

>"The signal's still getting stronger, I'm starting to get interference on this channel. Say that again, Deadeye?"

>"I said--"

An ungodly screech rips out of the radio's speaker. Anus fumbles to lower the volume quickly.

>"Deadeye, what the hell?"

No response from either sergeant comes through.

4/4 Capt. Anus 2016/12/30(Fri)21:20 No. 769255 ID: 6c9de1
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The radio continues its now-subdued shrieking. As the squad gets closer to the house, it crackles and abruptly shuts off.

Fuck.

damn, anus you got point, you may be in charge but you are also the most heavily armored. squat and moveto the side of the house and peek around the corner to see the door, if it's closed then everyone forms up on the door, if it's open then assume hostile contact is imminent. ether way prime a flare and have whoever is in the back throw it i, the sudden burst of light could disorient whatever is in there. if by some miracle it drops it's weapon to cover it's eyes then tackle it to the ground and stun the bastard, otherwise hose it down with bullets.

>>769255
Bogey spotted! Above the house! It's hiding in the darkness.

>>769268
that's called a tv antenna

>>769287
Er, okay. I guess it could be that.

Clear the outside of the house first then peek in. If everything seems normal move on through the agreed upon route. We can't come to any conclusion as to what happened to the other squads, just yet. It could just be jammed comms.

1/2 Capt. Anus 2017/01/05(Thu)19:54 No. 770798 ID: 6c9de1
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Without a word, Anus gets low and motions for his squad to do the same. Worrisome as it is, there's not much he can really do besides continue along his route and hope the others do the same until whatever's happening stops....

The team quietly approaches the house from the side and stacks up against the wall. Prolapse takes a peek around the back corner before giving the captain a thumbs-up. Nothing back there, at least. Anus signals for Looney to get a flare ready, then moves to check the front.

2/2 Capt. Anus 2017/01/05(Thu)19:56 No. 770802 ID: 6c9de1
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There's a man standing a few feet away from the doorstep. He doesn't seem to have noticed the soldiers moving in on the house.

>>770802
Bah, just a civilian. Stay out of his line of sight for now and head to the next spot on the route.

>>770802
"hands on your head, Face down on the ground! Any other movements will be seen as hostile and be met with immediate execution"

>>770816
Uh, very important point: We're in France. Nobody in the squad speaks French, as far as we know. Giving civvies verbal orders will not work. The sound of attempting to will also give your position away.

Take him out. Mind control is no joke, so get psychological. They know you're here, so use this bystander as a distraction. Shoot him in the dick, then three times in the back, throw some C4 and RUN somewhere else. Then wait for someone to show up, shoot them when they realize that you placed a block of C4 on the bleeding out civilian. They'll be quick enough to run, but stunned enough for you to get an advantage with overwatch.

10 bucks says he's either mind-controlled or about to burst open to reveal a chrysalid. Anyone know French? Get the squad ready for shooting, then call out to him.

holster your gun but get everyone else ready to shoot and put a hand on your stunrod. call out to him.

>>770820
France is full of people who know a lot of English.

>>770914
More in the cities than in backwater villages, though.

Sur le terrain, maintenant! (Google translate, It might be broken french, but It's probably good enough that the point could be understood.)

>>770802
Take no chances. Stun him and drag him to the dropship.

>>771098
If you want him to drop to the ground, you should say "À terre!" instead.

Capt. Anus 2017/01/12(Thu)19:40 No. 772070 ID: 6c9de1
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The captain balances the possible ways they could handle this. It's a bit early to be giving their position away, but Anus doesn't want to stun or kill the guy unless he's definitely a threat....

>Anus sets his shotgun down and slips the stun rod out from his pack. "Get ready to shoot," he whispers to his men.

>He stands, rounds the corner and squares up facing the man. "Hey!"

>The stranger turns with a confused look on his face. "Hein...?"

>Anus tries to remember some of the French he learned back in high school. "Uh, à terre! À terre!!" He tries pantomiming placing his hands on his head.

>The man gets the message, getting on his knees and raising his hands slowly. "Américain? Qu'est-ce que cela signifie?"

okay, seems clean. don't take your eyes off him but signal your squad to come out. point to him, then the door, and cover one of your eyes. "you get in your house, and pretend you didn't see anything." is what we are going for here.
then move on to the next house, repeat procedure.

Check the house first. If its clean, motion for him to get in.

>>772070
Well it's france. Say terrorists or something and get him indoors? Terrorism is something everyone knows americans fight.

1/2 Capt. Anus 2017/01/14(Sat)20:11 No. 772356 ID: 6c9de1
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>Anus doesn't have much more French at his disposal. "Uh, terrorists. Terrorists?" he repeats, as slowly as he can. "I check house, okay? I'm going to--"

The sharp crack of a rifle firing in the distance startles soldier and civilian alike.

A red flare lights up the sky over the village. It looks to have come from somewhere in the middle of the houses. Several more gunshots follow closely after.

>"Putain...!!"

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>The French man springs to his feet, aiming a pistol at Anus's head with trembling hands. "Now you," he says nervously. "Ground, on ground maintenant!!"

Suggestion 2017/01/14(Sat)21:38 No. 772368 ID: 01d9f4

>>772358
Yeah, there are others with rifles. If there was a time to stun its now.

There's a reason SWAT teams restrain everyone at the scene.

>>772358
Follow his orders and let your squadmates take him out.

>>772358
>>772382
Can we bring him back to base?
I recognize it's against operation procedure, but a man in France with a gun is highly uncommon. One willing to pull a gun on a squad of soldiers has balls of steel or is pants on head retarded.

Either way is useful.

slowly put down the stun rod, he will probably lower his gun when he thinks you are unarmed, then you rush him and knock the gun away.

1/3 Capt. Anus 2017/01/21(Sat)20:33 No. 773918 ID: 6c9de1
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Anus moves to put down the stun rod, slowly. His eyes stay locked on the civilian, waiting for him to lower his guard--

>Looney leaps around the corner, his autocannon whirring to life."Captain, drop!!"

>"Wait--!"

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The civilian throws himself into the house less than a second before the front yard is torn apart by autocannon fire. Stray rounds kick up dirt and blast bits of wood out of the house and porch.

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>Looney sprays around the door frame a bit longer before finally taking his finger off the trigger. "Shit, I missed. Hang on, I'll go get him--"

>"Wait for orders," Prolapse chides. He rounds the corner with Space Cadet close behind. "Sir, what's the plan?"

>"I'd been hoping to take the guy alive," Anus grunts, glaring at Looney's still-rotating weapon. "Looney, did you prep that electroflare?"

>"Yeah, it's sitting in my pack. We gonna scare him out, or--"

>"Lemme think."

The gunshots in the village are ringing out more frequently now, and the distinctive sounds of X-Com issue weaponry can be heard answering. The captain had better handle this quick....

just walk backwards towards the other fight, one person facing forwards. until you get out of effective range or it's too dark to see the house.

>>772358
Wait a minute, if it's a new moon out tonight, what the hell is that white thing up in the sky that the civvie was looking at?

>>773927
Oh god why did we bring the Autocannon along. Heavy ass piece of inaccurate, underpowered bullsh- I mean, alright, now we have a distressed Frenchman with a handgun. Hypothetically your uniforms are effective against low caliber, low velocity rounds at medium range, so you should be okay unless he shoots you in the head.