Part 23: part 2: Project Dreamland
Update 20 part 2: Project Dreamland
Panzer: God damn cramped lifts.
Hero: Panzer, pop that door.
Panzer: On it.
Panzer: Oh fuck!
Fire Storm: Hostile!
Panzer: Burn!
Rabbit: The inside of this place is crawling with them too?
Fastball: Probably. And they know something is up after all the explosions up above.
Hero: Yeah. Stick to close combat weapons and sweep every room and corner carefully.
Panzer: Hey, check this out!
Panzer: New alien gun, it looks all cool and shiny!
Hero: Damn it, don't play with that! You don't know how to operate it.
Panzer: Fine...
Robo-Canuck: I SEE A HANGER AHEAD.
Fire Storm: They have MiGs!
Fastball: Alien!
Hero: My turn with the M240. Die!
Fire Storm: Oh god the MiG!
Hero: Ha, oops.
Robo-Canuck: THERE IS ANOTHER COMING.
Fastball: Ow fuck, Rabbit?!?
Rabbit: Die....
Hero: It's a Psionic one, he's got Rabbit!
Robo-Canuck: I'LL GET HIM.
Rabbit: God my head hurts like hell. What happened?
Fastball: You got mind controlled.
Rabbit: What? Fuck, I hurt anyone?
Fastball: Shot me with the Jackhammer, but this suits pretty damn thick so I'm okay.
Hero: Well patch yourself up if you need it. We have a little while until the fires are out.
Robo-Canuck: I LOVE THE SMELL OF BURNING RETICULAN. IT REMINDS ME OF BBQ.
Fire Storm: Oh christ he hasn't changed at all.
Hero: Seriously Canuck.
Panzer: There's one still in the hall!
Fastball: My hip!
Rabbit: All kinds of overkill there.
Fire Storm: Thats the best kind.
Fastball: Alien spot- Oh God my crotch!
Hero: Oh man, right in the fastballs.
Fire Storm: Hahaha.
Fastball: Oh that's not funny.
Panzer: It is to the rest of us.
Panzer: There, it's dead. You happy?
Fastball: No. Hey Hero, hold up for a second, I need some medical attention. Something might have been really damaged down there, can you take a look?
Hero: You wish. Fire you got a medical kit, take a look.
Fire Storm: Okaaaayyyyyyy!
Fastball: Never mind... I'll manage until we get back...
Hero: Uh huh...
Rabbit: Rocket launcher!
Rabbit: Never mind, got him in one shot.
Hero: Nice. Move up. Slowly.
Robo-Canuck: ADDITIONAL HOSTILE SPOTTED. WARNING, RANGE IS TOO CLOSE FOR AREA OF EFFECT WEAPONRY!
Rabbit: Shotgun combo.
Hero: One more down the hall! Blue one with the shiny new gun.
Robo-Canuck: TARGET OUT OF RANGE OF SHOTGUN OR M240'S.
Fire Storm: Well, that just leaves us Canuck.
Robo-Canuck: AFFIRMITIVE, COMMENSE BURNING.
Hero: We're clear. Man, these guys are a lot easier to kill one at a time.
Rabbit: Yeah...
Hero: Hey, it could have been any one of us. You know the risks out here.
Rabbit: I know. I'm okay, let's keep going. Maybe Canuck will have a new friend when we get back.
Robo-Canuck: ...
Rabbit: What?
Robo-Canuck: I WAS POISONED BY THE DEATHBELLOWS BEES. TEPPEC SUSTAINED MASSIVE BODILY HARM. IT IS DOUBTFUL ENOUGH OF HIM IS LEFT INTACT TO RESTORE IN THE SAME FASHION AS I WAS.
Rabbit: Oh... god...
Hero: Don't think it about here. Keep going until we're back at the base.
Panzer: What the hell is this?
Fastball: No idea.
Robo-Canuck: LOOK AT THE SIDE. IT IS MARKED WITH THE X-COM LOGO.
Hero: X-Com? This has to be something good. Someone grab it and take it with us. Search the rest of these shelves for anything else that looks important.
Robo-Canuck: I'LL TAKE THE CASE.
Panzer: Ehh... nothing here.
Fire Storm: Might have something here, I'll bring this folder with me. Has more X-Com logos on it.
Fastball: Oh dude, jackpot!
Hero: What? What did you find?!
Fastball: The true Russian treasure!
Fire Storm: Ah, vodka!
Hero: What... let me see that. Why the fuck would there be a giant vodka stash in a top secret underground base?
Fastball: Hello, Russia?
Hero: Shut up. Grab the files and we're getting the hell out of here.
Fastball: Yes ma'am.... hehe...
Fire Storm: Oh man, grab as much as we can carry!
Fastball: Totally!
Rabbit: Huh?
Hero: What is it?
Rabbit: Thought I heard something behind this door.
Hero: Right. You breach, we'll follow.
Rabbit: Hostile!
Redeker: Oh god! Don't shoot!
Rabbit: What the fuck? Guys, get in here! I'm not sure what the hell this one is.
Redeker: I'm human, I'm on your side.
Hero: The hell you are, look at your eyes, and you're wearing the aliens armor. We have to modify that stuff extensively to be able to wear it.
Robo-Canuck: AND NO ONE HAS FIELD TESTED IT YET.
Redeker: Okay you're right, but hold up. I'm a hybrid.
Panzer: What?
Redeker: A hybrid. You know, before the apocalypse. The Mutant Alliance, human-sectoid hybrids. I'm one of those. I killed one of those aliens and took its gun and armor and they work fine for me.
Hero: Okay, but what the hell are you doing down here in this base with all the aliens?
Redeker: We've been hiding?
Rabbit: We?
Redeker: There were six of us. Velius, Oystertoadfish, Koil, Chuck Charlie, and Jade. We're the only ones that survived the destruction of Evening Star.
Hero: Evening Star?
Redeker: It was X-Coms primary base in Mega-Primus.
Hero: So you were with X-Com?
Fastball: Explains the stuff we just found.
Redeker: Yes, we were. This was just a secondary base, built mostly for storage. Something about the Russians wanting an equal part in the X-Com project. We never really asked Zander about it.
Hero: So where are the others?
Redeker: Velius, Chuck, and Oyster are dead. I don't know where Koil and Jade are, they were up top when the sectoids attacked. Like I said, I killed one of them and have been hiding since they got here.
Hero: We've killed most of them and are getting out of here. Figure you might want to come along, the CoE would love to know what you've seen here.
Redeker: The CoE?
Hero: Council of Earth. We're the strongest faction left standing after Nightfall. Me and the team here are half of Phoenix Company, I guess you could say we're the spiritual successors to X-Com.
Redeker: Really? Well, anywhere is better then staying here. Let's go.
"There is a lot of work to be done following this mission. Teppec is dead and all of us grieve at the loss. It was a dangerous mission and I knew that when I sent them off, but that doesn't lessen the pain and anger I feel knowing I sent a man to his death. Sneaky will be assigned to Hero's squad to fill Teppec's place for now. I may shuffle him later though. With the way the squads operate I may use Booya's squad for outdoor missions and Hero's for close quarters like hostile UFO's and base clearing missions.
All the items recovered have been sent to the research labs with a top priority. One of the obvious things is that there must be a method of repulsing the Biomass. This is clearly evident by the simple fact the Russian base was not over run by it. Furthermore there seems to be a lot of information stored there by X-Com. As we follow in their footsteps any information they have will be valuable to us.
Lastly is the discovery and rescue of former X-Com soldier Redeker. I have confirmed his story with the recordings of Zanders personal journal we recovered. The six soldiers he mentioned were indeed unaccounted for at the time of Evenind Stars destruction by Soup-Bot. Of the six, three are confirmed dead by Redeker and two are still missing, either fled from the base or killed by the Reticulans. Redeker is resting currently, recovering both physically and mentally from the months spent in Dreamland. After the loss of Evening Star he and the five others fled Mega-Primus and found their way to Dreamland. Dreamland itself remained relatively untouched until the Biomass encircled it. It seems either Soup-Bot wasn't able to track them down or did not have a complete list of every X-Com base world wide.
There are still a lot of questions to be answered. Redeker will be interviewed when he is rested and in the meantime heavily armed escorts are taking engineering teams to Dreamland and back to figure out what can be salvaged there and most importantly to find the device that stops the Biomass."
--Soldiers Logs--
Posted by lilljonas 'Hero'
Personal Log of Megan "Hero" Okembo. March 18.
Nothing could have prepared us for this "Dreamland" we found in the middle of the Biomass in Russia. Preparing for close combat, we gathered all the heavy armor available, loaded up on flamethrowers, taped up double magazines and prepared in our own ways. Canuck were arguing with some engineers about his subs-systems or something like that. I didn't see Rabbit for the entire morning, I think she spent it with her kid. Teppec ran around to get used to the armor while Panzer was giving advice to Fastball and Fire Storm. They are good soldiers, all of them. Or were. We knew that this would be a dangerous mission, but still, Teppec's loss was a great one. I still remember the last time we spoke in the copter as we soared over the gigantic sprawling and teething mass beneath us. Rest in peace, Teppec.
The mission was hell from entering the zone to the extraction point. That level of alien presence was completely unheard of. They were standing in line to shoot us, and they were coming faster than we could roast them. There were many close calls, and I thought we were done for when they tried to break Rabbit's mind. In the end, it was our heavy armor, close range weapons and disciplined attack patterns that pulled us through. I'll do a separate tactical debriefing tomorrow with the squad to see what can be improved. Rabbit, Panzer and Canuck will play an important part now, as they form the veteran core of my squad. Fastball and Fire Storm are battle hardened by now, but are still a bit rough around the edges, and with a new member necessary in the squad, there'll be plenty of tactical training.
As for the things we found, the planes, the data, the weird guy who calls himself "hybrid", I'm not sure. It gave me quite a bad feeling, but for now, we leave that to the CoE to straighten out. We'll just continue to do what we do well: kill aliens with fire, plasma and shotgun shells. Tonight we mourn Teppec, tomorrow we get back to business.
End of Entry
Posted by seaborgium
Personal Log Entry 7, Bruce "seaborgium" Smith, Janitor for the Council of Earth,
Whiskey is done!! WOOHOO!!! Had my first glass of it last night, and damn is it good. Need to save it though, for a special occasion. One of the barrels, anyways. The other one, well, somethings gotta keep me warm on those cold nights. Apparently not being a hero operative isn't quite good enough for the ladies.
As for the operatives, we lost another one recently. Kind of sucks, as it brings the whole base down for a while. On top of that, they always send me to clean out the bunk. I don't know what to do with their stuff, keeping it is just plain weird but throwing it out doesn't feel right. I mean, some of their shit is kind of personal ya know? Photos of loved ones and the like and there should be a memorial with this shit right? Oh well. I found an unused storage room in one of the bases, I've been leaving it there. Tried to find personal records if I could, so at least people know who they are. Oh well, shit happens.
Rumor is there might be a way to stop that creepy shit, or at least that's what the buzz is. Hopefully the tech guys can figure it out before they get to our main bases. That would suck.
The other weird thing was they brought back someone, but there's been no autopsy. I'd have known if they sliced somebody up, and they generally let people know if they captured something. Wonder what it is. Hopefully they're not gonna try and convert one or something, or this shit will turn into a horrible fucking sci-fi movie real fast.
Already looks like one I guess, but the only thing we need is the aliens having a "Change of heart" and then next you know, boobs everywhere, anyone not a virgin gets killed horribly, all that shit, people are saying "Let's split up, we'll find the hostile, heavily armed, mind-controlling aliens faster that way". Man, I better go get some more ammo from Haggis. I can afford to use some whiskey for that.
To Do:
1. Trade Haggis some whiskey for some ammo. Get something big if possible, that plasma shotgun might work well.
2. Clean up bunk of the most recent casualty.
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Posted by Rear Admiral BOOYA 'Booya'
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