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Ranger Six

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Combat Report, July 1st, 2040 - Part II
With the upper decks of the Abdul Alhazred secured, the X-Com troops head belowdecks to deal with the rest of the alien terrorists.

Kwas: Hoo boy. This is going to be interesting . . . all right, people, let's run this the way we did last time. Full sweep, five by five, front to back. Aldred, you and I will cover the lift - just in case there's trouble.

Aldred: Got it, sir.

Kwas: All right, people - move it on out!

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

nos: Why hello there, Mr. Eek. Mind if I hit you over the head with my Thermal Tazer?

(KZAAASH)

Gill Man: . . .

nos: Didn't think so. Such an obliging Eek.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Arilou: Princeps, we got another one behind these crates.

Princeps: On it.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

(KZAAASH)

Gill Man: . . .

Arilou: Have an "ice" day, Echo!

(COLLECTIVE GROAN)

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Cousteau: 'Allo, 'allo, what 'ave we 'ere?

(KZAAASH)

Deep One: . . .

(WHIRR-CLUNK)

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Farnan: Another specimen for the lab, methinks.

(KZAAASH)

Deep One: . . .

Talbot: Hey, where'd you come from?

(KZAAASH)

Gill Man: . . .

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

nos: You just hold real still now.

(KZAAASH)

Gill Man: . . .

Gotti: nos, you're having way too much fun whacking Eeks over the head with that Thermal Tazer of yours.

nos: I know. But it's just so SATISFYING!

Griffiths: Speaking of Echo, one just jumped off the catwalk and hit the lower deck. Taking the shot.

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Gill Man: HURGH . . .

Griffiths: He's dead.

Cousteau: As will be 'is partner, soon!

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Gill Man: HURGH . . .

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

nos: Hey, where'd YOU come from?

Gotti: Who cares? My turn to play "whack-an-Eek".

(KZAAASH KZAAASH)

Gill Man: . . .

Myst: Hey, guys? You got an Eek beneath ya.

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Deep One: GURHURGLE.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

nos: Echo in the engine room!

(THUPP-CRACKLE)

Deep One: GURHURGLE.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Gotti: Echo sighted. Going for the stun.

(KZAAASH)

Deep One: . . .

nos: Nice work, Gotti.

Yana: The Alhazred's crew reports that was the last one on the ship. Good work, Kwas - bring your men home!

Kwas: Aye aye, sir!
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