I took around 56 images to cover this mission. I think I've actually used most of them. I'll save the post-mission reflections for a post tomorrow."Mike, Trash, Enoich, you're wanted for the battleship mission. We've got too many out injured and we need good people."
"I need replating on this MEC."
"We've got them ready, Interceptor Bay Three. Enoich, Trash, fresh weapons are by the entrance. I don't want your laser lenses melting in mid-mission. Ten minutes from now I want you at the Skyranger."
Operation Gangplank, Hong Kong, China, 4am, 18th May.
Deployed: Captain “Marauder” Admiral Ralwood (MEC, Mission Commander), Captain “Gipsy D” Micheal Sanderson (MEC), Lieutenant “Walker” Trashman (sniper), Lieutenant “Polly” Popolion (support), Sergeant “Viper” StarSlayer (sniper), Sergeant “Chops” Enioch (assault)
Sky, Phantom. Weapons appear inactive. Tracking emplacements for suppression if needed. Clear to approach.
Sky, Hobbie, found you a landing site on the back. Transmitting location.
Sky is on approach.
Launch, launch, tracking alien tactical fighters launching! Interceptors engaging!
Central, Sky, we are on the battleship. Strike is deploying.
"Central, this is Strike Lead. We are in position on the battleship. Beginning search and destroy ops."
"Strike, this is the Commander. Go for the power nodes."
"Copy. Move in people! MECs on point!"
"Stupid, all these elevated positions and they stand in a well. Mike, take the right one."
"Right target down."
"Left target down. Push up people!"
"Strike, Sky, aliens deploying to stop your advance."
"This is Star, I have the near one."
"He missed me! Trash, you saw the shots?"
"I did. Target negated."
"Node deactivated, keep moving."
"Far lip is partially secure."
"Thin Men on the other side of the towers! Target down!"
"Trash!"
"I'm okay!"
"One went up that tower! I missed him!"
"Ow! ****."
"Suck it up Trash."
"Minor armor damage. They're pushing back. Got Sectoids dropping in!"
"Well, one of them's dead."
"Jesus, you took out that power node too."
"Yeah, yea-dammit, should have learned not to talk and target."
"Sectoid down."
"This is for my damaged vest, dick."
"I think he got the point, Trash."
"No cigar, tall and ugly."
"Clean 'em up!"
"Chryssalid! Priority target!"
"Firing. Hit, still up. Taking a second shot. Target down!"
"Hey, don't look down guys."
"Don't be a dick, Trash."
"Stack up on the doors. Polly, patch Sanderson if you can."
"Wha-"
A Cyberdisc, actually; our first charged us through a door into a clump of people. FRAK"Firing!"
"Dammit, target is still active, target is active-"
"Enioch!"
"Dammit right team move in! Somebody drop that Thin Man!"
"No hits, no hits!"
"Got him."
"Roger, dropping the new thing-frak it blew up!"
"Nice work, Star, Trash. Polly, Enioch's gonna need a medkit before we push up too much."
"We got our own problems here-dammit, Trash?"
"I'm all right-watch it, we've got more dropping in!"
"One down. We've still got that Thin Man-take him-Polly! Christ, that door was useful to keep the firelane constrained!"
"Target negated."
"Hostiles dropping in-they've got a Muton!"
"Polly, go, I've got this. Sectoid down."
I think the shot trail is broken here suddenly..."Not well enough! Dammit! Spending a charge."
"Muton came after me. His aim's ****ty. Trash, let's take 'em."
"Roger!"
"Thin Man down, take the Muton!"
"I missed!"
"Oh, this is gonna suck."
"Hostiles dropping in over here-Enioch? That shot was way off."
"I'm...not feeling real good, boss..."
"Polly, get the **** over here!"
"Can't, we got hostiles dropping this side too! Mike, your flank is clear!"
"Dammit, missed him!"
"Frak frak-and you! Frak you too!"
"Jesus, Starslayer."
"I'm hit-armor holding but another one's going to **** me up real bad. Returning fire-target down!
"Does it hurt, Pol?"
"Oh yeah, it hurts."
"You
****, I didn't feel a thing!"
"Deactivating nodes...nodes deactivated. Sky, we need pickup."
"Negative Strike, hostile ship is making a controlled, gentle descent. It seems to be on automatic. Crew is eliminated, weapons read as cold. This is gonna look really nice in the hanger."
"Hey Ral, do we get prize money?"
"What does this look like, the Age of Sail? The Commander's gonna be handing out promotions like candy, settle for that."