i agree with neorapsta, they're just there for entertainment... but as for most feared aliens, that would have to be etherials, hands down, just one of those suckers can take down my whole squad if i'm not really really careful, and i NEVER go to a ship bigger than a medium scout when it's etherials, they'll just mop the floor with me...
i actually found the exact opposite, i felt that apocalypse was more of a campy sci-fi style than ufo, and ufo was more of a horror style than apoc, mainly because of the lighting (or lack thereof) in apoc... oh, and welcome Haijo
like i said, this is just a teaser, i've got a lot more written already, i just might change a couple of small things here and there, and i still have to write at least a little bit more...
cool are there any screenshots available? i don't have freedom force, but i might be able to convince a friend of mine to re-install his copy of it if it looks good enough...
yes, here it is, a "new" fanfic (i've been working on it on and off for the past year-ish, but progress has steadily ground to a halt) *** Private Johnson hated the midnight shift. He sat at his console, staring off into space, lost in deep thought. ***What if the aliens had never came to Earth? What would I be doing, right now?*** He looked around the now deserted control room. Everyone else had gone to bed, and left him alone for his watch. ***Oh well,*** he thought, ***it gives me a chance to read my book...*** He picked up his book, found his place, and started reading. As he continued, his thoguhts drifted farther and farther away from the problems facing X-com. Alien activity had risen over 300% in the past two weeks, and X-com was beginning to feel the strain, with it's forces stretched as thinly as possible across the globe. Johnson was snapped back to reality by an alarm on his console. He tapped a few keys, and brought up the radar display, to see what was going on. His blood went cold when he realised what this report meant. He reacehd for the general alarm button, and mahshed it as hard as he could, as if it made a difference. The control room darkened for an instant as the lighting shifted to red. Alarms went off across the base, in every room, halway and hangar. Suddenly the base came alive as the personnel woke up, and realised what was happening. Johnson stared at the radar monitor, watching the alien battleship on long-range radar, heading straight for Area 51, the North-American X-com installation. *** it gets really action-packed after this, trust me comments etc welcome, as always
well, i though about just having one corridor winding around, but that would have made it too linear and repetitive, so i've configured the interior somewhat like a regular battleship, mostly symmetrical with some differences to break it up a bit, and plenty of ways to get from a to b, as well as plenty of opportunities for the aliens to get behind you also, if anyone could tell me the standard compliment of aliens aborad a battleship, it would be greatly appreciated...