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Ranger Six

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Combat Report - October 8, 2040
Personnel assigned to combat zone:

SWS - Coelecanth/Gas Cannon

Yana (via remote link): Okay, people. We've likely pissed Echo off something fierce, given our last few colony raids.

In light of this, I recommend that we take no prisoners on this mission. Whatever aliens you see, terminate them with extreme prejudice!

Princeps: All right, people! Clear the doors, let the Coelecanth out!

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

(WHIRR-CLUNK)

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: I've got the sub sighted. No sign of Echo as yet.

Princeps: Sinclair, Wilde, nos, move out. Cover the Coelecanth.

nos: Aye, sir.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Wilde: Nothing back here.

Sinclair: Nothing off the Triton's bow, either.

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)

Yana: Echo sighted in the wreckage. Looks like we've got lobsters.

Princeps: Aw, hell. You got a Thermal Shock Cannon, nos?

nos: Aye, sir.

Princeps: Get out there and shock the bastard.

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

nos: Echo shocked.

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: More lobsters. Engaging.

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

Yana: No effect. Nos?

nos: On it.

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG PSSHEW-KAWHANG PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

Princeps: And another lobster stuck in the deep freeze.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Wilde: Got a lobster around the far side of the downed sub!

Princeps: I see it. Taking the shot.

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

(THUD THUD THUD)

Yana: Excuse me! No beating up the Coelecanth, please!

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG PSSHEW-KAWHANG PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

(THUD THUD THUD)

Yana: Fine, then. Harpoons away!

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

nos: Shock bomb away!

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Men: . . .

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Yana: Got another lobster here.

(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Lobster Man: GURHOWL . . .

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Princeps: Found another lobster in a little lava alcove here. Taking the shot.

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: And there's one more lobster hiding behind this lava flow here. Let's put it out of our misery, shall we?

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Lobster Man: GURHOWL . . .

Yana: Looks like that was the last one. Commander, have your men police the bodies and secure the stunned Lobster Men for transport back to Augustica Base.

Princeps: On it.
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