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XCOM: The Long War [We're back in action]

@ultra Im pretty sure FunBots are possible to make in Long War at the start.
 
If there's one thing we need against the aliens it is weapons so

[X] Weapon Fragments
 
Name: Kurtis O'Malley
Nickname: Cadaver/Ghost
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: A clean shaven, slightly tanned white skin, brown eyed, short black hair, wears bright blue armor.

History: A man in a family with 4 brothers who are all doctors or lawyers, is a soldier due to a lack of job options and no interest in becoming a cashier. Upon transferring to his new base, he somehow managed to get in XCOM due to a mistake in the transcripts. He stayed on however due to something about soldiers having to replaced constantly due to fatigue and what have you, plus he brought snacks.

Personality: He feigns disinterest but is actually quite shy about having relationships with anyone on base, due to being surrounded by people who have gone on many combat missions while all he did was sit in base all day, playing cards. He avoids contact unless it's necessary and even then speaks little to his fellow comrades. Usually wanders around the base without a real purpose, working with whatever he has on his hands.
Likes: Inanimate objects, a clean workspace, piano and accordion music, fixing/maintaining things, salty snacks.
Dislikes: People, out of place objects, marimbas, having to stop what he's working on.
Relationships: You can ask around for him but usually you'll get confused responses of "Huh? Who?" Only the commander remembers him and even then it takes a while for him to recognize him.
 
[X] Weapon Fragments (18 days and will use 5 Weapon Fragments)
Also, update due.
 
Choices​
[X] Weapon Fragments

"Right away Commander," Vahlen tells you in her usual professional tone of voice.

Before you turn to walk away, you already see the scientists getting busy at their computers as assistants starting bringing out the weapon fragments to be analyzed.

You are back in your office when you hear yourself being called to Mission Control. You feel like you have enough time to drop by Engineering to order something from Shen.

Where will you go Commander?
[ ] Engineering
[ ] Mission Control
 
Harbinger said:
[X]Bar

[X]Engineering
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You wake up disoriented in Bangkok. In the distance you see the smoking remains of the Skyranger. You see Alegro hanging out of the Skyranger's broken cockpit downing another glass of whatever the hell that smoking bubbling stuff is.

You feel a weight shift in your arms. It is a half naked Doctor Vahlen. She tries to say something but it is all incoherent slurring. Next to you, you see Max Uristwell in his pink power armor and skull tie staring at Vahlen's hands in a strange way while muttering something about how he just wants a quiet life.

You hear an explosion off into the distance and see scientist with electrodes stuck to his nipples running from an Engineer and Rufus who are pressing a button that appears to be sending electric shocks to the unfortunate scientist.

You need to find all the XCOM personnel before this PR nightmare becomes unsalvageable.
 
doorcf the first and only said:
I ended drinking my Inca Kola and look Minato and say

"Dude you brought that into yourself ... by the way can you keep Rufus distracted I'm trying to sell his plushies to save the base"
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"I have another set of electrodes, kiddo. That other scientist, he just made a disrespectful remark about my plushies after the eleventh round of absinthe. You wouldn't want me to study EE with you, right? So get on dealing with the journalists while I teach proper manners to the egghead."
 
Rufus Shinra said:
"I have another set of electrodes, kiddo. That other scientist, he just made a disrespectful remark about my plushies after the eleventh round of absinthe. You wouldn't want me to study EE with you, right? So get on dealing with the journalists while I teach proper manners to the egghead."
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"Dude, I'm the only Skyranger pilot here so calm your tits"
*ping* I turn to see my laptop and whistle
"oh, wow somehow I managed to get $1,000,000 dollars per plushie and considering how big WAS your collection the base is saved"
I take out my side arm
"also I'm armed and I'm not scared to use this"
 
doorcf the first and only said:
"Dude, I'm the only Skyranger pilot here so calm your tits"
*ping* I turn to see my laptop and whistle
"oh, wow somehow I managed to get $1,000,000 dollars per plushie and considering how big WAS your collection the base is saved"
I take out my side arm
"also I'm armed and I'm not scared to use this"
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"...You are now on additional cleanup duty with Rufus. You shipped off those plushies before checking you'd got the money. I'm sorry to say that you got scammed,"
James Clarke walked out from behind a nearby tree, having been one of the few XCOM personnel that hadn't touched the bar.
"Now, how are we going to clear this mess up?"
"Oh, and Rufus, if you don't stop shocking the scientists, you lose all plushie priveliges."

===XCOM===​

Somewhat nearby, yet another journalist was KO'd by an Arc Reactor. The Base Security team that had been on-duty were some of the few others who weren't able to get to the bar.
"Remind me why we have Arc Reactors? I don't think XCOM's even come up with them yet."
The Arc Reactors promptly dissapeared in a poof of logic.
"Crap."
 
@Grue - the spice crack plot must flow. :V Remember the things I said about the SAR team?

Sergeant Catherine Howard, the CO of Zeta, XCOM's SAR team, sighed, reviewing objectives of her third op in a day.

"Never knew the aliens liked booze. How the hell do they get drunk with no mouths?" she sighed. "Why, just... why?"

It didn't seem odd when, for some reason, the aliens decided to attack six locations at once. In fact, it was just another day at work for XCOM. Heck, even the fact that all those locations were bars wouldn't raise too many eyebrows.

And the fact that those attacks happened the day after the brass' soon-to-be-legendary bar spree... well, it certainly was regrettable. Especially due to the fact that there weren't many sober XCOM personnel remaining and available. So Bradford (apparently, he was always sober) tasked her little four-man squad of nutjobs with the job, while the rest were dealing with the aftermath of the biggest bar spree and bar brawl Howard's ever seen.

However, when they arrived at the op-site, somewhere in Oregon... things got weird. Apparently, aliens could get drunk... and get into bar brawls. There were no civilians in that bar... because no one sane would stand around while empty bottles and plasma were flying everywhere.

By the time Zeta arrived, the aliens already did most of the job for them. Only two Sectoids were still standing, and Sanford's hook and Henderson's shotgun made a short work of the X-Rays.

After loading up the corpses, Zeta headed back to base. There they received more reports of aliens getting into drunken brawls.

Then they were sent to an another... er, brawl site. This time they were reinforced by some now-sober elements from Strike One.

However, upon arriving there they saw the same scene as before, only with more aliens and some aliens already dead from alcohol poisoning. While there were some medical casualties, this was a shooting gallery. Then they loaded up the corpses, patched up the wounded and headed back to the base for the debrief, refuel, reinforcements and a new mission.

As the Skyranger touched down near the third site, Sergeant Howard had a feeling the third op was going to be the same. She didn't know how aliens could get drunk with no mouth and why they decided to get smashed on the same day as a significant chunk of XCOM. However, Catherine didn't care anymore. She was too pissed for that.

"Henderson, take point," she barked, "Sanford, Deimos, you flank 'em. The rest are going with me. And yes, Henderson, aliens stole your gnomes."

After receiving clipped affirmatives (and something unintelligible in Henderson's case as he rapidly approached the bar), Sergeant Howard ordered the squad to move out. It was about time aliens learned about hangover.

[OOC: I'msosorryI'msosorryI'msosorryI'msosorry- nah, I'm sooo going to burn for this. :oops: ]
 
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