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Soldier's log
First thing I saw when I left that plane was Mullet bleeding on the floor. Being the good babe I am, I picked him up and showed him something very sweet to make 'im come round. :aimkiss: Shame he died when I went a 'step too far'. Fatal wound my hot butt. :jess:
Soldiers Log
Been stuck at boot camp while everyone else is out killing some alien scum. Everyone except Mullet anyway, but I'm not surprised the old guy now has both feet in the grave instead of the usual one. Actually, as an old man and a grenadier I am surprised he has both legs to put in the grave.
They're letting me out of bootcamp soon enough though so I can reclaim the grenadier honour. Apparently these pansy instructors don't appreciate me trying to make an omelet with an HE grenade. I'd like to know how else they expect me to make eggs after they hid the C4 from me.
Pilot's Log:
This is what I call a target-rich environment!
Soldier's log
I like apples
Medic Log 19990106
I started a few days ago, actually, but it has taken some time to set things in order here! Here, specifically, is A.I.S.O.N. HQ, the center of all things X-COM! It is exciting to be on the team designed to interact with the extraterrestrials; being a doctor, I cannot help but want to learn all there is about our neighbors! I thought I was getting a second-string job, but I have been told there is no other medic around, so it seems I am unofficially the head of health around here! Oh ho ho; I hope this does not go to my head! In actuality, I am Skyranger-1's Medic and one of the more vital members of the squad!
Squads, by the by, are flipping huge here; I thought "squad" denoted a group of five guys or so, but we roll with thirteen on the ball, all the time! Maybe it is because we are new and still sorting out equipment, but I seem to be shafted a pistol and a few grenades! Seriously, that is not cool; I like things orderly, so I pop my kit so as to sort it to maximize efficiency and there is no flipping gun! Not a one! No pineapples either! Do you know what it contained?! A stun rod! One rod! And I mean it when I say that is all there was; I do not even possess band-aids! Medic?! Laugh riot, more like! I am going to be a rioting medic soon enough! I mean, a gun is not really necessary, but if matters do not go peaceably with the extraterrestrials, I want something for protection! Anyways, before I could hulk out with my junk out, sirens went off! Finally, a chance to interact with extraterrestrials!
Uh, I did not know X-COM stood for "Extraterrestrial Combatants"! I figured the X was about the aliens, but I thought COM was about communication; you know, bridging the gap between us! I must have missed the memo; indeed, Mission 01 was my wake-up call about how well the bulb-heads like us! To wit, they do not! Truth be told, they like abducting human beings and killing us operatives when we tell them no! I did not see combat this mission, but I got the story from the lads and from what I could peek out the Skyranger's ramp! We nailed a whole bunch of brown buggers, but we suffered an early casualty with Flying Mullet! The man initially took a shot I could have mended, had I a medic kit, but no, someone did not issue me one! So Mullet played a game called Bleed To Death alone while I'm My Own M.I.L.F. and Goldenboko snuck into the alien's ship and kicked some ass!
We ended up home, sound enough, and we got a few notifications from above! Flying Mullet is being restored in the cloning vats, and two of us made Sergeant: Dignified Pauper and Nik0tine! I would say congratulations, but it seems too sad of a time to celebrate! Maybe when Mullet comes out, we can go out for pizza or something! After shower time, when us girls were bunking down, Demon Dude confesses she gave Mullet a "wet one" before he said bon voyage! I asked her what that was; after the explanation, I could only say that could not have helped with his wound!
I want bandages and adrenaline; to ask for this cannot be too much?!
Lynx you kill me. Probably another update tonight.
I like to be The Necessary Medic.
So, because I am absolutely retarded... I pushed OK too fast and some of us were unarmed... I am also dead... more to come when I finish and upload the videos.
Stats were all updated. Don't worry, some of you who aren't receiving action. On our first terror mission, I expect we will have medi-kits, AND we will all either see action or die. Videos are being uploaded. Will be linked to once they are ready.
Video Updates
YouTube - 02.01 EoFF X-Com: In Defense of the Midwest!
YouTube - 02.02 EoFF X-Com: In Defense of the Midwest
YouTube - 02.03 EoFF X-Com: In Defense of the Midwest
Soldier's Log 01
Our first mission. I was left on the plane with Psychotic, the pilot and Genius Lynx, the medic-with-no-medkits. I figured I was sitting this one out, since my fellow rocketeer Nik0tine was already outside.
It wasn't until Golden Boko spotted an enemy that the commander realised I was still on the ship. As I headed out, I could hear the riflemen shooting at the enemy, but their aim was so bad they probably wouldn't have been able to hit the side of our ship (except for IceGlow, who actually hit the ship).
Apparently Mullet was shot as he stepped off the plane. I was too busy playing rubix cube in the back. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to concentrate with the clattering of boots on the metal.
Anyway, I scouted a bit during the mission. Didn't find anything. Old Manus gave me one of the apples he picked on the flight back. We toasted to Mullet, the first casualty in our defence of Earth. He'll be back once the egg heads are done cloning him.
Soldier's Log 02
We've had some heavy rain here on the base, and it's affecting my video logs. I don't know why, but I'm no tech. I just blow :bou::bou::bou::bou: up. My second log will be recorded at another point in time, once someone fixes the leaks in the base. Goddammit, who the hell is in charge of maintaining this scrap heap? I'm going to introduce them to the hot end of my rocket launcher. TBC
Soldier's Log
Dignified Pauper bought it climbing off the ship. Can't say I'm surprised or overly bothered, except that his lifeless body was still yelling at us despite us leaving it in a field. Yes, I picked some apples. I wanted something to throw in case I ran out of grenades, and even with an apple I'd be more effective than Flying Mullet. And I'll run into an alien ship on a suicide mission when I damn well please Mr. Corpse Face!
But of course, after this bunch of pansy's wasted a bunch of ammo firing at nothing and Jiro was too afraid of blowing himself up to be useful it fell on me to man up and show these babies how it's done. Luckily I had a nice new chrome grenade primed and polished so the last thing those grey butted bastards saw was their own wide eyes as they kissed their butts goodbye.
Luckily my heroics aren't lost on the top brass since they promoted me to Sergeant. If it were up to our fearless corpsified leader I'd have held onto that damn grenade and be in the ground with him.
Soldiers Log:
Oh great. I was shot. They scooped some of me up and put me in a cloning vat besides flying mullet. Why did they makes these tubes clear. Seriously, that guy's eye is just floating around staring at me. It's creeping me out.
They managed to attach certain censors to my tube so I could produce logs, but still, this is absolutely absurd. I wonder if they understand how strange being in this tube forming from a gelatinous pile of goo and bits and pieces of my body used for the cloning process? I just feel so uncomfortable.
Anyway, they told me Nik0tine was promoted to Captain and that I'd be put back as a Rookie since I'll have to be retrained. Ugh. Someday, I'll meet the commander of this damn operations and give him a piece of my mind.
Assuming there is a strict 'don't ask, don't tell' policy in place, then I'd like to join as a Pistol Toting B.A.M.F.
Soldiers log:
I hate it when Nik calls me rookie he's so smug with his new insignia I just often feel like seeing if he can see bullets comming at him from behind at times. I'd bet he couldn't. Aside from covering our advance the mission bored me silly I mean I signed up to shoot stuff, not walk around and let Boko have all the damn fun. Still at least I shot the side of the Skyranger last mission and the barn wall to boot, though Psychotic is still miffed about the Ranger getting hit I told him it was ok, that Betsy looked better with a hole between her legs (why oh why did they let him paint a pin up girl on the side of the chopper? and more to the point why did they let that pinup girl be based on MILF she's not even pretty! I don't get his attraction there at all.) it'd make a difference from what I suspect his inspiration has between her legs at least. Oh well time to go practise shootingNikAliens in the back again.
Pilot's Log
You shoot aliens long enough, something like this happens. My squadron, we lost 8 of 18 aircraft. 10 men. First one dies, you die too. But there will be others. You can count on that. You gotta let him go. You gotta let him go.
Medic Log 19990121
Two weeks since our last mission; that was a mini-vacation! In that time, I read three novels, beat a game, and went on a date! The books were Agatha Christie mysteries, which explains the speed, the game was Persona 4 and I was already have through it, which explains the speed, and my date was Psychotic, which explains why we ended up in the General Stores! But since it has only been a week since I got the hots for our pilot, I only let him under the shirt, not the bra, and his tongue only explored my mouth! I might let him nibble my ear if he would shut up about dogfights!
Job-wise, I am hit up with fury every time I am inexplicably left in the Skyranger! Though I have been learning how to fire off a gun (thanks Psy!), I still have yet to be re-issued one and I am only toting the Stun Rod! Yeah, you heard me: no flipping Medkits yet! For a medic! "Oh we have to develop them!" "Oh we have to manufacture them!" All I hear are excuses; next mission, I am practicing with this Rod on anyone unlucky enough to be stuck in the plane with me (sorry Psy!)!
Struck up a pen pal called Martin, seems like an interesting fellow! A little forward, asking where I live and how many operatives work with me, but we talk about work and our lives in our respective places! He tells me he does some work as a biologist and geneticist, while I tell him how I apply medicine in the midst of combat! It is technically a lie, since I do no such thing right now, but a little white lie is not going to harm this friendship, right?! He says he lives in the Southwest or something, since all of his descriptions include red sand! I told him I live in the mountains, but have been coy about what mountains! Maybe I will tell him next letter exchange!