Personnel deployed to combat zone:
- Ensign Jack Harkness
- Ensign Princeps Augustus
- Ensign Myst Rose
- Able Seaman syd
- Able Seaman Spencer Tracy
- Able Seaman nos
- Able Seaman Owen Harper
- Seaman Parson Gotti
- Seaman Armin Shimerman
- Seaman Jacques Cousteau
- Seaman Siegfried Farnan
- Seaman Guido Talbot
- Seaman Space Jawa
- Seaman dmboogie
Yana: Watch your backs, people. Echo's been keeping a low profile of late - I don't know what they've got planned, but whatever it is . . . it can't be good.
Myst, I want you to take syd and dmboogie out and scout the area immediately surrounding Triton-One.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Myst: I got nothing.
syd: Nothing here but some old barrels and piles of tires.
dmboogie: Uh, all clear here.
Yana: All right, then - syd, you get up that watchtower, take a look around.
syd: On it.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
syd: Nothing but a couple civilians, sir.
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dmboogie: Contact! It's one of those grey things!
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Yana: Do you have a clear shot, dmboogie?
dmboogie: Aye, sir!
Yana: Terminate it with extreme prejudice, then!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
dmboogie: Eek is down.
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Myst: Got another one in that storage area.
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Yana: We should try to take one of those grey ones alive, if possible. The green Eeks accompanying them seem to be a command-and-control force; the grey ones are the main terror troops.
Space Jawa: I've got a Thermal Tazer. Shall I join them?
Yana: Please do, Space Jawa.
(CLUMP CLUMP CLUMP CLUMP)
Harkness: Contact - green Echo on the roof of that small garage.
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(POINK-CRACKLE)
(WHUMPH)
Harkness: GYAAAH!
Farnan: Oh, now that just won't do!
(WHIRR-THWAP)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Space Jawa: HOSHIT! ECHO! ECHO ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER!
dmboogie: Time to thin the herd, then.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
dmboogie: One down.
Tracy: I got the other grey one in my sights.
(PSSHEW-THWUD)
Deep One: . . .
Tracy: Well . . . it's down. For now.
Myst: I'll take the third - the one by the crates.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
Space Jawa: That just leaves the greenie on the roof of that watchtower.
Farnan: I say, there's another Eek by that garage!
Shimerman: I see him.
(PSSHEW-THWUD)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Farnan: Nice shooting!
dmboogie: Got the watchtower greenie in my sights. Taking the shot.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
dmboogie: He's down.
Princeps: Hey, Yana - you won't believe what I just found.
Yana: Let me guess . . .
Princeps/Yana (in unison): A crate labeled "Top Secret: X-Com"!
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(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Space Jawa: Oh no you don't!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: . . .
(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Space Jawa: AURGH!
dmboogie: JAWA!
Farnan: I'm not sure if this is the blighter that killed Space Jawa, but I'm taking the shot anyway.
(WHIRR-THWAP)
Gill Man: . . .
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Myst: Oh, no you don't!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHUMPH)
Myst: . . . Did that Eek just blow itself up?
syd: It must have been carrying the Idiot Ball.
dmboogie: Contact by the railyard!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Myst: Nice shot, Boogie!
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(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Princeps: I see one of those grey bastards. Myst?
Myst: Way ahead of you, Princeps.
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM)
Princeps: He's still up. Taking the shot.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
Shimerman: Contact!
(SIZZLE)
Shimerman: AUGH!
Farnan: I believe this'll sort that blighter's hash!
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
Yana: Looks like that's the last one. Come on home, people.
