Tasoth. We're better-prepared this time, but not by much. Not enough. I pulled the plug after I had to stun people in the transport when they got MC'd. (Fortunately no losses.) Fortunately we've got some sub intercepts in the pipe that will hopefully help make up for it.
We're here in the mid-Atlantic, east of Iceland, near the mid-Atlantic Ridge. We're back to the black smokers. BloodEagle is possessed by the Spirit of CommanderDJ.
StarSlayer and the auspiciously nicknamed rookie The E prepare to breach.
One hostile. No others. Kill goes to The E.
We've got our Hyperwave Decoder equivalent, the Transmission Resolver, working. We're still building them mind; the first one will go up at Xenowatch off Japan, the construction work on the other will be done sometime this month. But for now, FireSpawn shot down a sub, recovery time.
For some reason, this guy didn't react to the tank. But he reacted to mxlm, two badly aimed shots. That will...cost him.
Oh ****, there was a wellhead there wasn't there? No oil leak but...what the hell, people? That's a huge mess of bubbles, can't see crap through them.
Kill to TrashMan. We'll miss you when the tank takes its revenge.
Kill to BloodEagle.
We're getting flashes of movement through the cloud, but no solid contact to shoot at. Scratch that, the alien just took two shots at TrashMan. He returned one. Both sides hit nothing. mxlm misses an aimed shot from his Gas Cannon. MP-Ryan brings the alien down with a Gauss round.
A lot of aliens right there. Maybe they saw the Triton land and were waiting for us. Their spacing could use work; we could have killed them all with a pulser. (We have pulsers again.)
Mission Complete. The four aliens we killed apparently composed the entire crew of the UFO.
Next up: ship attack. North African coast. Daylight. Green men. We can do this.