Personnel deployed to combat zone:
- Commander Kwas
- Lieutenant Myst Rose
- Lieutenant Princeps Augustus
- Ensign x2wolf
- Ensign dmboogie
- Ensign Jacques Cousteau
- Ensign Guido Talbot
- Ensign Siegfried Farnan
- Able Seaman Arilou
- Able Seaman Parson Gotti
- Able Seaman Sophie Aldred
- Able Seaman Virgil Griffiths
Yana: All right, people, let's make this short and sweet. Terminate Echo with extreme prejudice, avoid civilian casualties if possible, and bring whatever you can back home with you.
Kwas: You heard the man! Move out, people!
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Kwas: Echo sighted! Whistler, second floor of the hotel!
Princeps: Taking the shot.
(THUPP-WHUMPH)
Echo: . . .
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Arilou: Whistler, two rooms over. Lining him up.
(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)
dmboogie: No you don't either, Echo.
(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Echo: WHISTLE.
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
(FZZZ FZZZ)
Griffiths: Is . . . is that what I think it is?
Kwas: If you think that that's a miniature flying saucer controlled by a brain in a jar, you're absolutely right. Disgusting thing.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Kwas: No effect. Griffiths?
(THUPP-WHUMPH)
Bio-Drone: . . .
Griffiths: It's down.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Princeps: Echo by the grassy knoll!
(THUPP-WHUMPH)
Princeps: No effect. Myst?
Myst: On it.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Myst: No dice.
dmboogie: Let me get a shot at it.
(KSSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Echo: WHISTLE.
dmboogie: Echo is down.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Aldred: I see another one of those brain-saucers on the roof.
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(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Kwas: Got a brain-saucer shooting at me!
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
dmboogie: Give me a target, Commander!
Kwas: Southwest, past the dead whistler!
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dmboogie: Got'cha covered.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
dmboogie: No dice. Arilou!
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Arilou: Direct hit . . . no effect.
Griffiths: Let me send a shock bomb downrange.
(THUPP-CRUMP)
Griffiths: Ah, it went into that tunnel over there.
Kwas: Well, at least we shouldn't have to worry about them popping out behind us . . .
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
Kwas: And it just floated into that house over there.
(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)
Arilou: Uh, Commander? Are you all right?
Kwas: *incomprehensible muttering*
Arilou: If you say so.
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
Myst: I just saw another brain-saucer go floating past that window!
(VWOINK-BZBZBZ)
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
Cousteau: Brain-saucer!
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
Kwas: Um, I seem to have been shot in the back.
dmboogie: Don't worry, sir. I'll have you patched up in no time.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(PSSSHT
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dmboogie: There, that should take care of the bleeding. Best get back to the Triton, sir - we wouldn't want to lose you.
Kwas: Indeed not.
Cousteau: I shall endeavour to make certain we can see ze brain-saucers. What is it you say? Ah, yes - "Fire in ze 'ole!"
Aldred: I'll do the same.
(WHSS-THUD WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM WHABOOM)
Echo: WHISTLE.
Aldred: Well, we may not be able to see 'em, but we sure as hell killed another Eek.
Princeps: I think you might have killed my stunned whistler, Aldred.
Aldred: Er, sorry about that, chief.
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
Griffiths: Saucer in the hallway, third floor!
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(THUPP-CRUMP)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Griffiths: Bloody thing got my leg! MEDIC!
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Myst: Right behind you, Griffiths.
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(PSSHT PSSHT)
Myst: There we go.
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Griffiths: GYAAAH!
Myst: . . . MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA TEAR YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM)
Princeps: Two saucers! Taking the shot!
(THUPP-CRUMP)
Bio-Drone: . . .
Myst: One of those fucking saucers is still floating!
Princeps: I see that.
◊ ARILOU!
Arilou: On it, Lieutenant!
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Bio-Drone: WHABOOM-SPROING-CRACKLE-FZZZ.
Aldred: Jesus Christ, that thing went up like a Cyberdisc. Man, the resort owner is gonna be pissed about this . . . 
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Cousteau: Ah, you theenk to keel ze mighty Cousteau, eh? Well, you shall see I do not fall so easily to ze alien menace! 'Ere, 'ave a grenade!
(WHSS-THUD)
Cousteau: And now, I bid you adieu!
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
dmboogie: Oi, Cousteau, you missed one. Whistler, behind the palm tree.
Cousteau: 'E is all yours, zhen.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Echo: . . .
dmboogie: Nighty-night, Echo.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Cousteau: . . . Sacre bleu, did zhat saucer just scratch zhe paint on my armour?!
dmboogie: Doesn't matter, Cousteau. It's going down.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Bio-Drone: WHABOOM-SPROING-CRACKLE-FZZZ.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Cousteau: Eef anyone 'as a grenade, zhere is a saucer lurking in zhis building.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Cousteau: And, ahem, zhere is a 'whistler' just around zhe corner 'ere.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Cousteau: Eheh, no 'ard feelings?
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
dmboogie: Got something lurking in the shadows. Taking the shot.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Echo: WHISTLE.
dmboogie: Echo down.
Cousteau: What is with zis alien? 'E is just standing here.
dmboogie: Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Cousteau. Kill him.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Echo: . . .
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Cousteau: OW! Why zhat little floating piece de merde . . . !
dmboogie: x2wolf, take my medkit and go patch Cousteau up. I'll deal with the saucer.
x2wolf: On it.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(PSSHT)
Cousteau: Merci.
x2wolf: Think nothing of it.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH)
dmboogie: Okay, Echo is lined up. Taking the shot.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Bio-Drone: WHABOOM-SPROING-CRACKLE-FZZ.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
x2wolf: Oh, crap. Saucer up the stairwell!
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(WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR)
dmboogie: I see it. Taking the shot!
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Bio-Drone: WHABOOM-SPROING-CRACKLE-FZZ.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Arilou: Found a whistler hiding in this closet.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Echo: WHISTLE.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Talbot: Found another whistler in this cave!
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Echo: *incomprehensible scream of rage*
(THUPP-CRUMP)
Talbot: . . .
Echo: . . .
Kwas: Aldred, you're closest. Go find out what happened.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Aldred: Looks like Echo got caught in the blast from the thermal shock bomb it fired. Both Talbot and the Eek are down.
Kwas: Okay, people. Police the bodies, secure any stunned Eeks, and let's book.
