Pete! Pete!

Its all different and stuff.

I had trouble finding it AND recognising what it was.

I like it.

Voice Mod for UFO:Aftermath

Having finally heard my last "Sir, I think I got him" and "Whhhaattsss thhaaaaaaat?"

I've decided to embark upon replacing the voices with the voicework from the vererable Jagged Alliance 2, as well as a couple of other sources, mosty stolen fragments of dialoge off Aliens S.E, where I aim to be able to present the voices of Hicks. Apone and Vasquez at least.

So, gimmie perhaps a week (Fingers crossed) and I may be able to present something along the lines of soldiers swearing at Grey's in Russian while another advises you to "Watch your fire and check your targets"

For the kiddies, there should only be one source of foul language and that will be the voicework of Hick's... what can I say, when you outright kill an enemy, nothing beats "M*****F*****" as a comment. ^__^

Cheerio, and one question to the venerable modders out there, how does one go about replacing the images in the inventry and game menu for weapons and items?

EDIT: Fixed that no-brainer.. Sme nice weapon piccies to replace those blocky rendered ones, too.

UFO Fanfiction Discussion

Well Veteran thought that it was time to retire the preceding thread, and i must agree, I was only slighty behind him in suggesting it as its been bugging me for some time. Rather than renaming it, I thought It best to get a fresh start to avoid the stagnation that appeared to be setting in a bit.

Well, now that we have a (shiny :inlove:) new discussion thread, post away madly, on topic, mind you :hmmm:

Apoc Fanfiction

The mighty, original fanfiction, and still my favorite shall be ported over here, and work shall continue. Theres some excellent work in there, and some plots I'm personally really keen to see played out. (Senator Harding, Carlos's meeting, where on earth Trigger is going and what about his eyes, and my personal favorite, why Tammy deadset refuses to not sleep in a chair)

Unfortunatly, my tiny and un-l33t skillz mean that someone else is gunn have to port it for me....

Alllllannnn!!!

UFO FanFic - Chapter 1

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Mango Farm, 200 km south of Darwin
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The lounge room T.V gave out the latest doom and gloom neatly packaged into an hour and labeled 'ABC news' as the family sat around the kitchen, scraps of the news reports could be heard over the conversation.


"...Some still claim it to be unfounded paranoia, but reported U.F.O sighting have increased 15 times in the last 3 months, some claim to have seen military aircraft..."

"...As Indonesia and China strengthen military ties, Australia has become further isolated in the region..."

"...President denies..."

"...With the amendment of private gun ownership in light of Indonesian aggression..."

"...Military grade firearms still remain illegal however..."

The father jerked his head in the direction of the T.V at the last news bulletin.
"Thank god for the Indonesians, hey? If not for their saber rattling, I still wouldn't be allowed to protect you lot"
"Ha, not that you didn't before dad"
"At least dear" his wife cut in "You won't get busted for that bloody shotgun you insist on keeping in the closet, you know, the gun you should have handed in 8 years ago, dear"
The father grinned and went back to his tea.

"...The U.S government maintains that these unexplained deployments are simply snap anti-terrorist training drills..."

* * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The craft descended sharply, the outside of its gray hull radiating heat from atmospheric entry. Its target lay below, pre-selected. A routine mission. Unknown to the occupants, however, its appearance was not undetected, powerful radar housed in the Pine Gap military base easily picked up the craft hundreds of kilometers away.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A sound like a helicopter landing, but without the whir or rotor, followed by the thud of a huge object striking the ground shattered the night.

"Stay here"
The farmer dashed from the table.
"Daddy"
"Darrel, come back"
Darrel grabbed the pump action from his closet and pumped a shell into the barrel.
Bright light poured into the front door and windows, almost blinding.
He opened the door, stepped out and raised his weapon.
A saucer, an honest to god flying saucer! As he watched, dumbfounded, a door opened in the side that he hadn't noticed before. A diminutive little creature stepped out. Darrel blinked, he knew what they were, everybody did. Greys, like on the telly, and Roswell, right? The alien eyed him implacably, and then, fast as lighting drew a clunky black pistol on him. Darrel fired out of reaction, and the Grey's elongated head exploded in a shower of gore.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Only when she saw the lights, and heart the two shots, one close after the other, did Darrel's wife finally realizes just how significant a 15 times increase in U.F.O sighting could be, and perhaps there would be a good reason why. When her husband walked slowly back inside, shotgun dangling by one hand, she was relieved, but only for a brief, deceptive moment. Behind Darrel filed in 4 'Grey's' all carrying strange black pistols.

She screamed and started to run down the hall, dragging her two children with her, then her mind was consumed in flame, and her body was torn away from her. She saw, from eyes no longer hers, a glassy stare appear in the eyes of her boys, and recognized the same glare in Darrel eyes. Her legs carried her outside, and the children followed behind her. Over a Grey who's head appeared to have been torn in half by huge hands, into the ship, past a green trail, past another alien, who's shattered arm dripped blood onto the alloy floor. She stood rigid within the ship. Unable to move, willed to remain still. The wounded alien whimpered and held its ruined arm.

* * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * *

The two last Greys to leave the house looked at Darrel, and then at each other. Darrel's hand spasmed, wriggling the shotgun, then lifted the gun up. Up, past the Grey who stood in front of him. Up, under his chin.

The Greys left the house, taking the body of their companion. Their last action was to use a hose to spray the green blood into the lawn, then carefully coil the hose again. The ship lifted off, and as it did, a single blast was heard from with the house. The inferno in Darrel's head stopped burning forever. He was far luckier than his family.

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It was a neighbor who alerted the police, hearing the strange noises and shooting. The caller, a grizzled Vietnam veteran then took his scoped ranchmaster and sat in the lounge room waiting until he saw a police car roar past. He has half an idea of what those sounds had been, and he wasn't keen to find out the other half.

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A.S.I.O and its sister organizations may be Australia's version of the F.B.I, C.I.A, and N.S.A rolled into one, but they had never engaged in operations of the magnitude of their American counterparts. With the Prime minister close to green lighting intelligence gathering and espionage against Indonesia, A.S.I.O was keen to get its newer agents experience, any experience. This resulted in police around Australia getting a little free time on their hands as A.S.I.O agents went off to save them the trouble of investigating crime scenes and chasing up lawbreakers.

A possible murder-suicide was as good a reason as any for the commanders to send Paul Jasper and his 3-man task-group out to some far flung mango farm almost 2 hours drive out of Darwin, with 2 police cars as an official escort. Police weren't quite ready to let inexperienced 'spooks' frolic around crime scenes by themselves just yet.

Paul glanced briefly outside the window to a dull rural landscape, then across to the three agents assigned to him. From what he's heard, they'd only found one body, but it was... messy.

"Paul, we're here, man"

The black van followed the police car into a long driveway rows and rows of unripe mangos either side.
Finally, they got to the house; another police car was parked outside, a single officer on the car radio. The front door was open, and Paul could already see red blasted walls and ceiling. They pulled up behind the police cars and got out. The two officers exited their cars and wandered over to the officer first on the scene. One of them glanced over his shoulder.

"Well Sherlock, it's all yours"

Paul and the taskgroup walked past the police to the front door, the police muttered softly amount's themselves, and Paul picked up the word 'spooks' several times. He approached the front door. The entrance hall was painted red. A body in jeans and a black T-shirt lay on the group, minus a head. Big blowflies floated lazily in and out of the door, and dropped a little away from the body was a pump action shotgun smeared crimson.

"A lovely little shop of horrors, ain't it Paul?"
"Yeah, thanks Tim, this is the kinda shit you dig, isn't it?"

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It looked standard, it wasn't uncommon in murder-suicides for the victims to be hidden somewhere far away before the murderer turned his weapon on himself. Three things bothered Paul. One was the flattened ring of scorched grass outside the house, which the police obligingly moved their parked cars from with much muttering and dark glances. The circle was about 12 meters diameter. Once Paul got a decent look at it, he realized that the circle was also a slight depression, and the ground was compacted underneath. The police stopped acting slightly hostile after Paul pointed this out, and looked worried.

The second thing was that the neighbor reported two shots following a noise like a chopper landing, then once more during a noise like a chopper taking off about 2 minutes later. There were no spent cartridges and no obvious signs of anyone being shot, apart from poor old Darrel. Lastly Darrel and his family were model citizens and avid churchgoers. It smelt like abduction to Paul, though he was loathe to jump to conclusions to who or what had done the abducting.

"Paul, look at this"

Tim was crouched on the grass right next to the circle. Paul came over, and Tim lifted up something in his hand. A small, flattened piece of lead. As they started to look, they found more, placing them into an evidence bag.

"Paul, say the farmer wasn't shooting at whatever made the circle, but shooting at something coming out of it?"
"Blood, but I can't see or smell any..."

Paul glanced at the hose and tap.

"Nobody touch the garden hose"

Paul went to the black van. There was equipment for a basic forensic investigation, but he needed the professionals, he reached for the van's radio.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A black van came in the distance; Paul glanced up from the circle and examined it. Two small for the forensic team. Paul wasn't worried; usually more agents or police rolled up to significant crime scenes simply to justify their existence. When the car pulled up behind the police cars, two men in suits emerged and walked briskly to Paul. The two agents gave off the classic 'spook' image straight from the movies. Expensive black suits, flesh-tone earpeices, black sunglasses, close cropped hair, and lastly, the bulge of a barely concealed pistol in a shoulder holster.

"Agent Jasper, you and your task-group are now relieved from your assignment here, by order of the Australian government, you are to hand over all evidence and return to your post in Darwin"

One of the suits flashed some kind of official looking paper under Paul's nose. It looked like the real thing, with the government logo on it. And the government had certainly booted A.S.I.O agents off scenes before, indeed it was becoming quite common. What got Paul were the bad attempts at an Australian accent.

"I want validation before I can stand down"

"Ring your immediate superior, he had been informed"

Paul rang his boss's phone with his mobile. Paul was instructed to stand down, but the voice wasn't his bosses. Seeing as Paul's superior had a secure phoneline direct to his office, this was a bit odd. Too odd for Paul.

Paul whipped his H&K 45 cal out of his holster and leveled it at the closest agent before either had a chance to act. Both agents' jaws dropped and raised their hands. One uttered a "Goddamn" in a very broad American accent. Wondering what in the hell was going on, Paul's task-group drew their sidearms and covered the agents as well. The Police, previously lounging in the background suddenly became very agitated, drawing their pistols as well, but unsure whom to aim at, grouped together behind a patrol car.

"I am placing you under arrest for impersonating a government agent under articles in the Espionage Act, as I am actually a government agent, you have the right to go and get stuffed and very little else. Now, drop your weapons on the ground"

Two Desert Eagle's landed in the dust as well as a few spare clips. The 'agents' had got over their initial shock and were quite angry now. Paul looked at their livid faces, then gestured to the scorched circle in the ground.

"Guess you guys and the boys back at H.Q are gunna have lots to talk about now"

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It came to no surprise to Paul, indeed he had expected it. Less than two hours after the 'agents' were subjected to interrogation, a large group of C.I.A agents from Pine Gap and a few Australian army Generals converged on A.S.I.O H.Q in Darwin. They had a chat to the heads of department, and then Paul and his group were called in.

It came as quite a shock, for a huge conspiracy, they talked about it quite openly. Paul realized very quickly that he was being presented with two options, either help the Americans on their little test or go back to A.S.I.O and never tell a soul. Paul sat their with his group as he took it all in.

The large numbers of confirmed U.F.O sightings. The secret NATO meetings, then the secret U.N meeting between select nations. A U.N funded force, Extraterrestrial Investigation Unit who's purpose was to study the aliens, and attempt contact. To assess the threat and potential hostility. Paul knew sugar coating when he heard it. Shooting farmers and abducting sounded pretty hostile to him, at the least it was a declaration of war against Australia, if not humanity.

Pine Gap; the largest U.S base in Australia, isolated, far away from the prying eyes of American media, powerful radar already built it, with extensive underground facilities. Perfect location for the X-INV trial. Paul knew that X-INV's purpose was a sham, X-INV was a weapons test, to see if an effective solution could be found. If the base in Pine Gap were able to effectively control the situation in Australia without the need for involving conventional forces, 2 more bases would be constructed. One in America, and another in Europe.

Paul was then presented with the offer, as a ranking agent of A.S.I.O he was perfect for recruitment along with the rest of his group. The offer came with a substantial payrise, of course. For the first time since the meeting began, Carlos addressed the people doing the hard sell. A panel consisting of head A.S.I.O, C.I.A and defense force personnel.
"You want me and my team to fight aliens"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Well, Agent Jasper, that may certainly be a possibility, but as we have lined out in X-INV's mission statement, we will assess if the aliens truly have hostile intent or not before taking drastic action"

'Bullshit' Jasper thought, look at you lot, you look stoked at the chance to run an honest-to-god secret force fighting aliens.

"If the aliens prove to be hostile, the name will have to be changed won't it? To reflect the shift of goals in X-INV's purpose"

The eyes of one C.I.A agent on the panel lit up.

"Yes" he replied "It will be called renamed Extraterrestrial Combat Unit"

"X-COM?"

"Yes, X-COM"

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The helicopter flew out of Darwin, bound for Pine Gap. On board was Paul and one of his group members, Tim Day. The others two had rejected the offer. The Panel expressed that if they changed their minds to contact a high level superior. Paul and Tim were seated fairly close together in the spacious, almost empty American transport helicopter. On board were a few other people, mostly the C.I.A agents from the panel.

Two men in army fatigues were seated together, both of Asian appearance, and they looked remarkably like twins. One had introduced himself to Paul as Kitat Chung, a member of the Defense force, and then pointed to the other, saying that he was his brother. Sitting further up was a woman in civilian clothes. She introduced herself as 'Tammy' who was on the helicopter because she was a 'specialist'. Having the look of a soldier, Tim and Paul nodded polity to her, introducing themselves. Strangely, no one really discussed exactly why they were chosen, or what awaited them upon arrival.