March 28th to March 30th would be a decent date. Glad to have you onboard with the self-inflicted writing projects.
Operation Spectral Fall, Beijing, China, 11:00pm, March 31st)
Deployed: Micheal Sanderson (MEC, mission commander), StarSlayer (sniper), Deathfun (support), CommanderDJ
"Let me get this straight, on my first deployment I'm with a guy in a giant robot
and somebody in fabulous
"You knew there would be days like this when you signed up, DJ. I hear they recommended cyanide for them. This is probably the standard alien abduction attempt, so we're going to do the standard smash them all to pieces. DJ and StarSlayer, you're fire buddies. Deathfun, you're weird enough to be with me. We'll see whether the aliens prioritize bright colors or loud noises for fire."
"You're actually a lot quieter than I would have-CONTACT! X-ray down!"
"Second set! Third set!"
"You're bad luck, rookie."
"The hell I am, why are you standing in the open?"
"You see anything here that'll hide a a MEC? No? Didn't think so. Star, go wide and clear that flanking high ground to the left."
"Scratch one. Ironbeer will be happy to know it all works."
"Fourth set! God, maybe I am bad luck."
"Don't know, that one you just shot seems pretty dead to me."
"Son of a *****, pistol wasn't gutsy enough to take that one down. Watch your left flank!"
"Got another one. They haven't even returned fire yet. Could there be a reason boss?"
"Yeah, we're kicking their ass."
"Scratch two. Crap, ammo box depleted. This thing uses it up fast."
"...how the hell did he miss me?"
"Don't knock it, man."
"CQC time. Let's see if this thing works the way Ironbeer said it would."
"...holy ****, you just punched him so hard he flew ten feet and through a goddamn wall."
"And doesn't it feel good!"
"Minor armor damage, good to go. More facepunching time."
"This guy just didn't fly as well. Wall actually stopped him."
"Figures. I don't get more than one chance to fire."
"Knock it off, Star. You chased two of them into the rocket punch. Besides...we just pulled off our first perfect mission."
The MEC...it's hard to describe it. I took a plasma burst to the chest, right? I didn't feel a thing. Suit didn't even rock. The high-temperature ceramics in the chestplate vaporized, there's a crater about the size of a fist in the chestplate, but there was still at least that thickness of armor left. It took thirty seconds to replace with a new one at base, too. Performance wasn't noticeably affected. The real test will be a limb hit, but I have lot more confidence in the suit right now. Supposedly one of the GSG-9 guys in Hamburg bought it trying to CQC a Sectoid because of their hands-free guns. For the Warden, it was simple. Granted Doc Vahlen was less than thrilled about the condition of the bodies, as apparently the only unbroken bones were in the legs and I even managed to break the eardrums with those hits.
The aliens clearly prioritized me as a target, I was the only one they fired at even though they had a good flank shot at DJ a couple times. Given the size of the suit and its positioning it's impossible to say if they realized the threat level or were simply going for the most obvious and nearest target. I'm okay with having a fire magnet on my forehead since I can take it a lot better than the others, but it could have been an issue if they'd gotten off more rounds.
Maybe a little too much confidence in the suit. I'm reminded of a quote: "I have fought as a god fights, you will not frighten me little man." Have to remember I'm not invincible, just very hard to kill. Need to bring up these issues with IronBeer; possibilities of addiction, maybe even psychosis. We didn't think about the psych issues of making someone Superman with a chaingun.