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Ranger Six

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Combat Report - March 8th, 2040
Personnel deployed to combat zone:

Yana (via remote link): Okay, people, the Coelecanth took some damage during the Anchorage Affair, so we don't have it available this time around. Dr. Belacqua's people are working to fix it as fast as they can, but for now we'll just have to do without it.

In light of this situation, I've equipped our four strongest people with Gas Cannons and given them full loads of AP, high-explosive, and phosphor rounds for their weapons.

Now, let's get out there and find that damn sub!

(WHIRR-CLUNK)

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Kwas: Contact by the seaweed bed!

Myst Rose: I've got him!

syd: No, he's mine!

(PSSHEW-CRUMP PSHHEW-CRUMP PSHEWW-CRUMP)

Kwas: Well, one of us got him . . .

Nesmith: I'm gonna circle around the back of the Triton, see what I can spot.

Princeps: I'll cover you.

(CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

nos: It's quiet. TOO quiet.

Tracy: . . . You know something bad is going to happen now, right?

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Harkness: Are we sure this isn't a wild-goose chase? I mean, we've seen one alien and no sign of any crash site, so . . .

Kwas: Harkness, you might want take a look to your left.

Harkness: . . . I stand corrected.

(PSHEWW-CRUMP)

Nesmith: Princeps, why did you set the seaweed on fire?

Princeps: Because it's in the way.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Harkness: syd, I've got something. Bring down the rain.

syd: You got it.

(PSHHEW-CRUMP PSHHEW-CRUMP)

syd: It's still standing. Tracy, take it out!

Tracy: On it.

(WHIRR-THWAP)

Gill Man: . . .

Tracy: It's down, but I think I just stunned it.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Nesmith: Another hostile, over by those pipes!

Kwas: Dropping the hammer.

(PSSHEW-CRUMP PSSHEW-CRUMP)

nos: Taking the shot.

(WHIRR-THWAP WHIRR-THWAP)

Gill Man: HURGH . . .

nos: Okay, he's dead.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)

(WHIRR-THWAP)

Gill Man: HURGH . . .

Tracy: Yeah, fuck you too, Eek.

Yana: Looks like that's the last of them. Come on home, people.
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