Posted 12 June 2016 - 06:34 PM
Another USO spotted close to the base, barracuda sent to intercept.
Closing to weapons range, pilot-''target acquired, clear to engage'
''Gunner, target lock, all weapons free, your clear to engage, within DUP head range, tormedo loosed, closing to within Ajax seconday weapons system range. Hold your fire until shes righht in close then give 'er hell lads''
Pilot 'I can't get a lock on, shit, this target is nippy'' USO attempts to escape''
Pilot-''Gunner, target the drive system with the long range torpedoes, see if you cannae' cripple the USO before it can flee out of intercept range, we are getting low on fuel, radio X-com alpha facility and have her send out Barracuda no.1''
Roger that, out. Alpha base we need backup, USO badly damaged but we cannot hope to follow her for long, our DUP head loadout is spent, down to ajax short range torpedoes, and not enough of those'
X-com alpha base: ''Recieved and confirmed, target approaching base in attempt to flee.' Sending you secondary interceptor''
Barracuda alpha,, 'recieved, copy that, over'
Alpha crew to base: ''backup warbird sighted and closing, alpha crew returning to base. Barracuda 2, Engage, all weapons free we HAVE to bring her down quickly, propulsion system of USO damaged, you might be able to close and take this bitch down for good'
Warbird 2 confirmed, closing.
Second interceptor closes and flies in close.
USO comes within weapons range and narrowly misses our sub.
'What the fuck was that' *shockwave rips though the water, fuck me, I felt that right through me'-crew member watching sonar readout'
Pilot, Gunner-'no idea, some sort of weapons system on the enemy bird'
Evasive action, MOVE MOVE!
*two more shockwaves buffet the barracuda, third hitting and doing some damage;
'Damage minor, continue with pursuit; take the damn thing down fast, or were gonna have to make a run for it.
*pilot flies in with a manically aggressive attack, weaving and dodging'
''Within range of autocannon, request clearance to fire''
Fire at will! let these filthy bugs have it.
'Roger, opening fire'
*craft gas cannon looses off more than 100 rounds, strafing the wounded enemy bird with scores of holes, punched by the heavy caliber armor-piercing shells , THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP' Looses off an ajax, misses, peppering the USO with many many more gas cannon slugs'
Gunner to pilot-were going to need a little more firepower here, the cannon is hitting but doing relatively minor damage per hit.
'Ajax launched, missile away and on target'
Direct hit, right in the ass. USO downed with a crash.
Warbird two to alpha base, target eliminated, but it was a close call. Initiate recovery by tactical squadron based in triton one.
''combat team armed and dispatched on target, looks like its going to get messy lads, suit up, check weapons'
''Point team-weapons locked and loaded, gas cannon loadout, commander? One apiece, incendiary and high explosive, if they take cover, burn 'em out and blow anything that pops its head out or flees straight to tartarus' If the jet harpoon rifles prove as good as they seem in training then these bastards don't stand a chance''
Hydrojet operator, load up, high explosives only, the heavies with with the squad gas cannons can provide the necessary persuasion to force the enemy out of their holes then you two fire on full auto, these high explosive mini-torpedoes will make a hell of a mess, just remember minimum effective range and kill zone of the rounds.
''Roger, standard cover procedures sir?''
Commander-'Confirmed, dye grenades primed for impact, three , on my mark, left, right and a far distance dead ahead.
*dye packs explode, the new improved model dye grenades seem to be working much better sir!'
commander-''X-com alpha facility, coelacanth driver, take point, scout the area round the transport, take a sniper with you, and the torpedo system here, thats a dedicated weapon, the only weapon he has to protect himself up close is a dart pistol, and frankly guys, they are crap. So he'll need a gunner to cover him and to load the launcher., so take our big bruiser here with the new torpedo launcher with you.
*heavy weapons specialist assisted to load the torpedo launcher with a heavy, high explosive rocket, carrying several more reloads in his backpack, plus a couple more smaller rockets with an incendiary warhead, plus a second harpoon rifle and spare mag for if/when the rockets are all spent.*
*heavy weapons guy hefts the heavy torpedo launcher onto his shoulder and kneels down in cover, coelacanth takes point, drives a short distance before spotting a target*
''Over by the oil rig, right there, by the corner, a few meters away. Looks to be a green humanoid, tall, reptilian looking, carrying some sort of squat little pistol.
Harpoon gunner from the torpedo/tank fireteam: ''thats not one of our green sectoid 'friends', but target carrying similar looking weapon as we have seen before, don't let them get a shot off, you won't get a second chance, their weapons are devastating, some kind of pulse rifle, seems to work by means of a focused ultrasonic shockwave, according to the eggheads back at base. The lightest of those guns is capable of reducing bone and tissue to a pink and white slurry, even a glancing hit will probably snap your bones like dry sticks if that fucker hits you. We've lost several men to those pistols, and they fire fast, so do NOT let that green thing see you coming.
(too late for that, torpedo loosed, aimed right past the green humanoid, into the oil installation its standing next to, hitting and going off with a series of resounding concussive thumps, felt by the entire heavy fireteam, backup teams taking position down by the triton and taking careful aim with their harpoon rifles and a gas cannon, hydrojet operators complaining about the weight, so take some time to arrive, won't be here until that creature is either dead or has time to react and take out our men.)
*massive cloud of silt and oil bleeds into the ocean depths around the green alien, cue another one carrying a rifle of some kind, automatically locked in on and fired at twice by the coelacanth, first round missing, second one on target,dropping the screeching alien to the seabed, with a hole the size of a rugby ball punched straight through its sternum and out the other side, leaking organs and bodily fluids into the sea.
Commander-'keep it down, do you WANT to give away our fucking position'
*Heavy weapons specialist, carrying a dye grenade, three frag grenades and a heavy demolition timed charge, ,gas cannon round loosed around the area that the first target was last seen.
*shrieking crack whips through the water leaving a trail of cavitating bubbles in its wake, showing a glowing greenish trail*
Commander-;Target one has spotted us, all weapons clear, go go go, take cover, suppressing fire, hydrojet operators, cut loose with all you got!!'
*HJC gunner too exhausted to fire for long, lets loose a three round burst, resulting in another pained squeal, after the bug cxomes running towards beta team loosing off bursts of shrieking pistol shots*
HJC crew ''-target down sir, taking cover'
Commander-''what the hell are those weapons? I felt those green pulse rifle things discharge right through me, made my teeth ring like a struck bell '
Point fireteam-''don't know sir, but damn am I glad none hit me,hurt enough just passing nea.INCOMING, WE GOT CONTACT, take cover, take cover!!'
*alien thrown grenade lands next to the tank, and goes off with an enormous, hugely brisant concussive explosion, knocking several men off their feet, although without injury, grenade landing many meters away'
Commander- 'Coelacanth operator, damage report, what's your status?'
Coelacanth driver-badly damaged sir but not critical, the armor held, but several systems impaired, accuracy lowered, still mobile, can continue if desired?'
Commander sneaks off behind some coral encrusted rocks to take a sneaky hit of the painkillers from the up and coming new submersible medkit prototype, feels eyelids relax and sag slightly, his pupils contract to pinpoints...takes second shot of ..analgesic....and would breathe a huge sigh of relief but for breathing inert, liquid oxygenated perfluorocarbon at great depths for combat diving...feels the sudden flood of analgesic hit like a truck. The medics back at base are always too tight fisted with the oxy/morphine combination to treat his decades old knee injury and subsequent hip pain...so bribed a lab tech and technician to get hold of some more directly
so to speak;)