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Combat Report, May 1st, 2040 - Part II
With the upper decks of the Hugo Chavez secured, the Aquanauts board the ship's cargo lift and head for the hold . . .

Yana: All right, people. Now that the upper decks of the Chavez have been cleared, you need to sweep the lower decks. Take prisoners if you can, but if you can't, don't sweat it. Standard sweep pattern - four-man teams, engage Echo at will.

Princeps: You heard the man! Move out, people!

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Harper: Clear!

Talbot: Clear!

Cousteau: Clear!

Farnan: Clear!

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Cousteau: Zee Eeks, zey are trying to give me a 'eadache.

Harper: Hold yourself together, Jacques. Don't let them get away with it.

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Cousteau: 'Arper, I 'ave one by zis sheeping container.

Harper: I got him.

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Cousteau: Merci, monsieur 'Arper.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Talbot: Got another one of those B-movie monsters. Taking the shot.

(PSHEWW-THWUD)

Calcinite: GURRAGHOW . . .

Talbot: One less Eek to worry about.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Cousteau: Monsieur Talbot, there is an Eek above you.

Talbot: I see him.

(PSHHEW-THWUD)

Calcinite: GURRAGHOW . . .

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Harper: Eek spotted!

(THWUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: EEEOW!

Myst: Another Echo!

(THWUPP-CRACKLE THWUPP-CRACKLE)

Calcinite: GURRAGHOW . . .

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

(KAKLUNKA)

dmboogie: Excuse me, sir, why are you hiding in this cargo container?

Crewman: S-so the aliens don't find me and kill me . . .

dmboogie: Well, don't worry about that. I'm with X-Com, and we're here to deal with your problem.

Crewman: Oh, thank God! I was afraid nobody'd picked up our distress call!

dmboogie: We did. You just sit tight, and we'll have this all sorted out.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Harper: Goddamn, that's a lot of barrels.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Farnan: Contact on the gantry!

Myst: Fire in the hole!

(WHSS-THUD)

(WHABOOM)

Aquatoid: . . .

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Harper: I'm in the engine room. No sign of- HOSHIT!

(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)

Calcinite: GURRAGHOW . . .

Harper: That was TOO close!

Myst: Oh no you don't!

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: EEEOW!

Myst: Another Echo sighted. Taking the shot.

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: . . .

Myst: Echo down.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Harper: Got an Echo down this hallway!

(POINK-CRACKLE)

Harper: AUGH!

Myst: I see the guy that got Harper.

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: EEEOW!

(WHIRR-CLUNK)

Myst: Unarmed Eek in this room. Taking the shot.

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: . . .

Cousteau: I shall 'ead up these stairs to ze uppair deck.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Cousteau: I 'ave sighted another alien!

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Aquatoid: EEEOW!

Cousteau: 'E is no longer among ze living.

Yana: Looks like that's the last one, people. Help the Chavez get back to port, then come on home.

Chavez Crewman: Three cheers for X-Com!

(ASSORTED CHEERING AND WHISTLING FROM THE SURVIVING MEMBERS OF THE FREIGHTER CREW)
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