Here's one. We'll see if I finish playing Site Recon, but my guess is no.Tracking a single target at very high speeds, I don't think the Interceptors can catch this one. Scramble Demon-3.
Control Scotty, target is down. Minor damage to the bird.
The decoder says something...new, sir. I think. May be a translator glitch?
Doubt it. Scramble Strike. I want a heavy team on deck; we've never seen one of these Etherals before. Bring it back alive if they can.
Strike outbound.
Operation Twisted Hammer, Southwestern United States, 5:45am local
Present: Colonel "Spike" MP-Ryan (assault, psy-ops), Colonel The "Psycho" E (assault), Colonel "Chops" Enioch (assault), Colonel Euclidian "Spitfire" Geometry (assault), Colonel "Walker" Trashman (sniper), Colonel "Polly" Polpolion (support).
"Okay folks, we know there are Sectopods and Muton Heavies on site, so this isn't going to be easy. If it's new and you don't recognize it, we'll try to stun it. Otherwise, put it down hard."
"You said something about Sectopods?"
"Christ! Grab cover and bring it down!"
"God, I hate these things! Somebody get the drones."
"On it!"
"You've missed! What the hell, man? Do I have to do everything?"
"GET DOWN!"
"Since when did they overdrive like a damn MEC!?"
"What, you think the aliens will stay forever dumb? No such luck."
"Heavy Floaters on the other flank!"'
"Getting the drones."
"You know, at some point I expect them to give up at this."
"How many times have we shot at this thing?"
"You don't count with Sectopods, MP. Moving in! Target down!"
"Could use some help with these Floaters now!"
"Not even close."
"Armor not breached-woah!"
"Nightie night."
"Target down!"
"Muton heavies!"
"Enioch, get DOWN!"
"Armor held!"
"No hits!"
"I hate this rifle. I want a better rifle, dammit."
"At least you can hit something, damn sabots don't fly true!"
"Target down!"
"No kill. Bah."
"Burn!"
"Other side's clear! They had a lot of power generation on this thing."
"Ow! ****!"
"Armor breached?"
"No."
"Target is sleeping."
"What is
that?"
"Never mind! What is
that!?"
"Something to stun! Move in!"
"Dammit!"
"Target down!"
"Target injured-target down!"
"Hit him!"
"He's...uh, he doesn't have a gu-whoa!"
Strike, warning, warning, Trash's vitals have gone wonky.
"Polpolion! Give me one good hit!"
"Got it!"
"Target stunned!"
"Central, Strike, the docs will want to see this."
Ideas, Doctors?
None at all, Commander.
Commander, Doctors, we've got a situation up here!
What?
We've got massive tidal disruptions and reports of atmospheric disturbances near Brazil, and-satellites are...
I'm guessing that earthquake was related.
Sir. That ship's causing significant tidal forces, we're getting reports of massive disasters around South America.
I don't think we have anything in the world's arsenal that could scratch that ship. It's larger than some of the Council nations.