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Ranger Six

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Combat Report - October 19th, 2040
Personnel deployed to combat zone:

SWS - Coelecanth/Gas Cannon

Yana (via remote link): All right, people, today we're going to be working with a couple of the newer additions to our arsenal. Gotti, x2wolf, you have each been issued a Molecular Control reader; whenever one of our people catches sight of Echo, you're to scan their implants and let us know its rank.

Additionally, both clockworkspider and Siegfried Farnan have been issued a Disruptor Pulse Launcher. Hopefully, we will not need to use these weapons, but if we do, employ them with extreme caution.

Now, let's find that sub and deal with its crew!

(WHIRR-CLUNK)

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: No sign of Echo as yet. Commander, deploy your troops. Standard assault formation.

Princeps: Aye-aye! You heard the man, people - move it on out!

(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: . . . Looks like we're going to be having a lobster dinner tonight, gentlemen. I see two of them, and a possible crash trail for the sub. Gotti, give me a read on the one at my twelve.

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Gotti: Technician. I get the feeling he's pretty badly hurt, too.

Yana: Okay, we're tagging him for capture. x2wolf, what about the one at my ten?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

x2wolf: Soldier. He's in fairly good fettle, too.

Yana: Okay, we don't need any more soldiers clogging up the containment facility. Him, we kill.

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: Well, I've found the sub - and some more lobsters, to boot. Gotti?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Gotti: A pair of fine, healthy soldiers.

Yana: Right.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Aldred: I see the lobsters. Taking the shot.

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Aldred: No visible effect. Gotti, give me a read?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Gotti: Oh, it felt that shot, for damn sure.

Yana: Got a lobster headed for the Coelecanth. x2wolf, give me a read.

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

x2wolf: 'Nother soldier.

Yana: All right. Taking the shot.

(PSSHEW-KAWHANG)

Yana: No effect.

Aldred: I have him sighted. Taking the shot.

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Aldred: . . . He's still standing.

nos: Not for long, he's not!

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Yana: Got another lobster in my sights.

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Gotti: It's the technician again, sir.

Yana: nos, would you do the honors?

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

nos: Consider it done.

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: Got another lobster at my twelve. What's the read?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

x2wolf: Another technician, sir.

Yana: Excellent, another target of value.

Princeps: I got this one.

(THUPP-BLOOP)

Lobster Man: . . .

Princeps: He's down for the count.

(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)

Yana: Lobster at my ten. Gotti?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

Gotti: Soldier.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Wilde: Sinclair and I have a lobster north of us. What you got, x2wolf?

(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)

x2wolf: Another technician.

Wilde: Sinclair, how many technicians would you assign to a sub this small?

Sinclair: I don't know, Daniel, but I do know this much - three technicians seems overkill to me.

(WHSS-THUD)

Yana: . . . Oh, not again!

(WHABOOM)

(SPROING-CRACKLE-FZZT)

Lobster Man: GURHOWL . . .

Princeps: Well, shit. There goes the Coelecanth again. On the bright side, though, at least we have one less lobster to deal with.

Farnan: If someone can give me a target, I'd be more than happy to lob a disruptor torpedo in the general direction of one of those lobsters.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

Wilde: I see one, Farnan. Transmitting co-ordinates.

Farnan: Course plotted. Torpedo away!

(FSSSH)

(BZZT-CRACKLE BZZT-CRACKLE BZZT-CRACKLE)

(BLOOP)

Lobster Men: GURHOWL . . .

Wilde: Good God, that thing is powerful.

(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)

Sinclair: Ugh, it feels like a giant just punched me in the ribs. Daniel, do you have a medkit?

Wilde: I'm afraid not, Brett.

nos: I've got one. Here, let me take a look.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

(PSSSHT)

nos: There, that should do the trick for now. You might want to sit the rest of the mission out, though.

Wilde: Good idea. I'll escort him back to the sub.

Sinclair: Much appreciated, Daniel.

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

nos: Jesus Christ, this thing got GUTTED when it went down.

Princeps: Yeah, it did, didn't it?

(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)

nos: Oh, SHIT! LOBSTER!

(THUPP-BLOOP)

nos: Oh, crap. Um, well, maybe this Vibro Blade will do some damage!

(CRACKLE-HISS)

Lobster Man: GURHOWL . . .

nos: Well, what do you know? It worked! Huh, maybe that's what these things are for - keeping the Lobster Men in line.

Princeps: Whatever they're meant for, it got you a kill there, nos. Looks like that was the last one, too.

nos: Good. I could use some sleep.
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