Looking at that map, it appears to be a picture perfect Elvenshae Airways landing (TM)(R).
So, uh, don't blame me.
I just want you to know that whenever I have a Skyranger land right next to a UFO in my own X-Com games, one of the first things I usually utter is some variant of "God damnit, Elvenshae."
"... what a damnfine landing," is the next part, right?
On August 20th, the engineering team finished its work.
A tarpaulin was thrown over the completed Avenger, and the lights in Hangar #4 at Haus von Trapp were turned out. The project we had striven so urgently to complete was left to gather dust in the darkness.
Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's not get too far ahead of the important part here.
On August 20th, the engineering team finished its work.
A tarpaulin was thrown over the completed Avenger, and the lights in Hangar #4 at Haus von Trapp were turned out. The project we had striven so urgently to complete was left to gather dust in the darkness.
Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's not get too far ahead of the important part here.
On August 20th, the engineering team finished its work.
A tarpaulin was thrown over the completed Avenger, and the lights in Hangar #4 at Haus von Trapp were turned out. The project we had striven so urgently to complete was left to gather dust in the darkness.
Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's not get too far ahead of the important part here.
On August 20th, the engineering team finished its work.
A tarpaulin was thrown over the completed Avenger, and the lights in Hangar #4 at Haus von Trapp were turned out. The project we had striven so urgently to complete was left to gather dust in the darkness.
Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's not get too far ahead of the important part here.
Where did we get the money to afford a tarp?
Don't ask what the tarp is made of.
Its sectoid skin....
I think you mean sectoid foreskin.
Have you ever seen a sectoid? They don't have those. Smooth as a Ken doll down there.
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X-Com Order of Battle:
Confirmation Bias
Rend and Elderlycrawfish
Mvrck and Farangu @Kadoken and Durinia
SutibunRi and Sir Fabulous
YerMum and Antinumeric
The ramp drops, a curtain of smoke pours out, and our mechanized vanguard rushes forward into the bright October morning.
Floaters. Our best hopes have been realized.
Confirmation Bias, show our enemy the contempt in which we hold them.
Rend and Elderlycrawfish hit the ground next, swinging south around the landing gear. They get our first good look at the colossus of the alien fleet.
Four engine pods, each the size of a Medium Scout, surround a central grav lift that provides access to the main body of the UFO above. In the deep shadows cast by its massive superstructure, Elderlycrawfish spies a Floater that eluded Confirmation Bias's sensors.
To the south, Rend finds another stable and shed like the pair to the north, with a third Floater crossing over them.
It's an easy target for a veteran like Mvrck, who can make this shot in his sleep by now. A snap shot cannon shell splashes the Floater's organic bits across the roof of the shed.
Kadoken, meanwhile, has drawn a hell of a rookie mission. With hands that betray only the slightest tremble, he primes his HI-X charge and passes it to Durinia, who lobs it over Confirmation Bias into the teeth of the enemy.
Scorched earth for a secure Earth. Words every rookie should live by.
Apparently, though, we haven't yet scorched enough. Let's see if those contempt subroutines are still active.
Magnificent.
The north is clear now, but what about the south?
They really want to hold that shed. Horse tack isn't going to fit a Reaper, you morons. How would you even use a saddle? You don't have butts.
Mvrck attempts to knock some sense into this one, but to no avail.
That's all right. We'll just let Rend finish it off.
YerMum will finish it off.
Surely, SutibunRi can finish it off.
Oh thank god. There was literally no one else left.
We're ready to move up on the grav lift now. Farangu tosses a proxy ahead to safeguard our advance.
Hopefully we can keep the lift locked down for a few turns, giving us a chance to take up our breaching positions.
We still had our little victories. After seven months of active service, YerMum finally became heavy weapons qualified. Durinia joined her following our first successful breach of a Large Scout in a very long time.
It's a good thing I rubbed some muscle butter in my eyes or else looking directly into that close proximity blast probably would've been bad.
Now could someone point me in the direction of something to shoot, I seem to be blind for totally unrelated reasons.
PSN/Steam - Elderlycrawfish
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All right, Elderlycrawfish, you're up. Let's get a proxy back on that grav lift.
Oh, hell.
You know, I try my very best to keep you guys safe. To make cautious scouting moves under cover of smoke. To attack only from beyond visual range, so there can be no reprisals.
But try as I might, sometimes a soldier ends up face-to-face with the enemy and has to take his life in his hands.
This is your moment, Elderlycrawfish. Give it all you've got.
And relief washes over me in an awesome wave.
As a bonus, there was no death cry, so we've got our first stun of the mission! But there's no time left for the proxy now. Get to cover, Crawfish. Antinumeric can join you and drop some smoke.
...
...
...
Meet the Blaster Launcher
The Floater is perfectly in defilade behind the engine pod. There's nothing we can do but space people out so the explosion doesn't claim too many.
It's been a privilege serving with you all.
Now, Farangu, about that Reaper...
I like the way you think.
The HI-X blast is impressive, as usual, but it's nothing compared to what comes next.
In the upper chambers of the Battleship, something has gone terribly awry.
Hahahaha! Is this the turning point where it rapidly becomes clear that you're totally fucked?
I'm pretty sure we hit that back on page one where it was decided "No high tech weapons or armor or money or anything".
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From his hiding spot behind the northern stable, Kadoken watched in awe as the roof of the Battleship heaved and ruptured.
Now a thin haze of smoke wafts out of a hole in that roof. What the interior looks like is scarcely imaginable.
Three stories below, Elderlycrawfish moves in and finally deposits his proximity grenade on the grav lift door. On his way, he checks the Floater he incapacitated moments ago.
Ah well. It was always a long shot that we'd find the Commander roaming around on the ground. We just have to hope our target is still alive somewhere above.
Another Reaper. Since explosive rounds would be too hazardous to use inside the Battleship, everyone is carrying an armor piercing loadout on this mission. Unfortunately, that leaves us without our best tool for dealing with the Floaters' terror unit.
Rend softens it up with some cannon shots to the flank, which will hopefully allow a proxy to finish it off.
I keep putting you in the worst positions, Crawfish. I'm so sorry. YerMum and Antinumeric offer some overwatch coverage in case the enemy makes it past our proxies, though from their firing positions by the engine pods, they're as likely to kill Elderlycrawfish as save him.
It doesn't come to that, thank goodness.
And Rend did good work as usual; the Reaper is annihilated as soon as it takes a step toward him.
Well, that's encouraging.
Even better.
We're still in business!
Antinumeric executes the Floater Soldier, and the squad pushes up to the grav lift with renewed vigor. The way alien morale is going, we'll have to move in fast to preserve our capture attempt.
As supporting units take up positions around the engine pods, YerMum joins Elderlycrawfish on overwatch beside the grav lift.
Another Floater tries to get past our proxy net, with predictable results. But its death clears the way for the Reaper that follows.
YerMum gives a primal scream and laces it with cannon fire from just a few feet away. The beast actually turns and glares at her for a moment before moving on.
Toward Confirmation Bias.
I, uh.
I probably should've zeroed out the tank's time units.
As reaction fire rockets go, we could've done much worse. It detonates against the far engine pod, and our proxy grenade on that side of the grav lift is the only casualty.
Steady on, Confirmation Bias. Let's have an aimed shot this time.
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"... what a damnfine landing," is the next part, right?
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Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's not get too far ahead of the important part here.
Where did we get the money to afford a tarp?
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Don't ask what the tarp is made of.
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X-Com Order of Battle:
Confirmation Bias
Rend and Elderlycrawfish
Mvrck and Farangu
@Kadoken and Durinia
SutibunRi and Sir Fabulous
YerMum and Antinumeric
The ramp drops, a curtain of smoke pours out, and our mechanized vanguard rushes forward into the bright October morning.
Floaters. Our best hopes have been realized.
Confirmation Bias, show our enemy the contempt in which we hold them.
Rend and Elderlycrawfish hit the ground next, swinging south around the landing gear. They get our first good look at the colossus of the alien fleet.
Four engine pods, each the size of a Medium Scout, surround a central grav lift that provides access to the main body of the UFO above. In the deep shadows cast by its massive superstructure, Elderlycrawfish spies a Floater that eluded Confirmation Bias's sensors.
To the south, Rend finds another stable and shed like the pair to the north, with a third Floater crossing over them.
It's an easy target for a veteran like Mvrck, who can make this shot in his sleep by now. A snap shot cannon shell splashes the Floater's organic bits across the roof of the shed.
Kadoken, meanwhile, has drawn a hell of a rookie mission. With hands that betray only the slightest tremble, he primes his HI-X charge and passes it to Durinia, who lobs it over Confirmation Bias into the teeth of the enemy.
Scorched earth for a secure Earth. Words every rookie should live by.
Apparently, though, we haven't yet scorched enough. Let's see if those contempt subroutines are still active.
Magnificent.
The north is clear now, but what about the south?
They really want to hold that shed. Horse tack isn't going to fit a Reaper, you morons. How would you even use a saddle? You don't have butts.
Mvrck attempts to knock some sense into this one, but to no avail.
That's all right. We'll just let Rend finish it off.
YerMum will finish it off.
Surely, SutibunRi can finish it off.
Oh thank god. There was literally no one else left.
We're ready to move up on the grav lift now. Farangu tosses a proxy ahead to safeguard our advance.
Hopefully we can keep the lift locked down for a few turns, giving us a chance to take up our breaching positions.
Imagine, for one moment, a Snakeman battleship.
Law and Order ≠ Justice
ACNH Island Isla Cero: DA-3082-2045-4142
Still waiting on Dan "Man of his Word" Ryckert to eat a hat
Law and Order ≠ Justice
ACNH Island Isla Cero: DA-3082-2045-4142
Still waiting on Dan "Man of his Word" Ryckert to eat a hat
Remember this guy?
--Mark Twain
And I'm on the ground! You all can rest easy, plasma will simply bounce off my swoleness
Chicago Megagame group
Watch me struggle to learn streaming! Point and laugh!
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Supreme Commander of Terrestrial Forces Proxy
Now could someone point me in the direction of something to shoot, I seem to be blind for totally unrelated reasons.
Oh, hell.
You know, I try my very best to keep you guys safe. To make cautious scouting moves under cover of smoke. To attack only from beyond visual range, so there can be no reprisals.
But try as I might, sometimes a soldier ends up face-to-face with the enemy and has to take his life in his hands.
This is your moment, Elderlycrawfish. Give it all you've got.
And relief washes over me in an awesome wave.
As a bonus, there was no death cry, so we've got our first stun of the mission! But there's no time left for the proxy now. Get to cover, Crawfish. Antinumeric can join you and drop some smoke.
...
...
...
Meet the Blaster Launcher
The Floater is perfectly in defilade behind the engine pod. There's nothing we can do but space people out so the explosion doesn't claim too many.
It's been a privilege serving with you all.
Now, Farangu, about that Reaper...
I like the way you think.
The HI-X blast is impressive, as usual, but it's nothing compared to what comes next.
In the upper chambers of the Battleship, something has gone terribly awry.
I mean, that might have been the commander, but that was pretty embarrassing regardless.
Nuts.
Law and Order ≠ Justice
ACNH Island Isla Cero: DA-3082-2045-4142
Still waiting on Dan "Man of his Word" Ryckert to eat a hat
Good trial run, guys. We'll nab a leader at some point.
Chicago Megagame group
Watch me struggle to learn streaming! Point and laugh!
They need a COMMANDER.
However, the Commander might have just gotten fragged.
What is math?
Accuracy penalties are a thing.
The accuracy doesn't really matter with blaster anyway unless they reaction fire which you REALLY don't want to happen.
I'm pretty sure we hit that back on page one where it was decided "No high tech weapons or armor or money or anything".
Now a thin haze of smoke wafts out of a hole in that roof. What the interior looks like is scarcely imaginable.
Three stories below, Elderlycrawfish moves in and finally deposits his proximity grenade on the grav lift door. On his way, he checks the Floater he incapacitated moments ago.
Ah well. It was always a long shot that we'd find the Commander roaming around on the ground. We just have to hope our target is still alive somewhere above.
Another Reaper. Since explosive rounds would be too hazardous to use inside the Battleship, everyone is carrying an armor piercing loadout on this mission. Unfortunately, that leaves us without our best tool for dealing with the Floaters' terror unit.
Rend softens it up with some cannon shots to the flank, which will hopefully allow a proxy to finish it off.
I keep putting you in the worst positions, Crawfish. I'm so sorry. YerMum and Antinumeric offer some overwatch coverage in case the enemy makes it past our proxies, though from their firing positions by the engine pods, they're as likely to kill Elderlycrawfish as save him.
It doesn't come to that, thank goodness.
And Rend did good work as usual; the Reaper is annihilated as soon as it takes a step toward him.
Well, that's encouraging.
Even better.
We're still in business!
Antinumeric executes the Floater Soldier, and the squad pushes up to the grav lift with renewed vigor. The way alien morale is going, we'll have to move in fast to preserve our capture attempt.
As supporting units take up positions around the engine pods, YerMum joins Elderlycrawfish on overwatch beside the grav lift.
Another Floater tries to get past our proxy net, with predictable results. But its death clears the way for the Reaper that follows.
YerMum gives a primal scream and laces it with cannon fire from just a few feet away. The beast actually turns and glares at her for a moment before moving on.
Toward Confirmation Bias.
I, uh.
I probably should've zeroed out the tank's time units.
As reaction fire rockets go, we could've done much worse. It detonates against the far engine pod, and our proxy grenade on that side of the grav lift is the only casualty.
Steady on, Confirmation Bias. Let's have an aimed shot this time.
Explosions happening already
Mom's spaghetti
Seconding the sweaty palms. GO GET HIM
--Mark Twain