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Ranger Six

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Combat Report - April 5th, 2040
Personnel deployed to combat zone:

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.

dmboogie: Contact! It's one of those grey things!

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.

Myst: Got another one in that storage area.

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.

(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"!

(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!

(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.
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