X-COM (updated M-W-F)

Thanks for the bump.

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Session 10 (June 16, 2008)
Chapter 33



The mood was somber as Doctor Sandesh was loaded onto a gurney for transport. The scientist was still in the same condition as he’d been when Vasily had found him, comatose and unresponsive. An IV had been inserted into his arm, and the nurses carefully buckled straps over Sandesh’s arms and legs, to keep him from moving suddenly during transit.

“All right, let’s get him to the med bay,” Stan White said, bending to pick up his medical bag.

The corridor was fairly crowded, but the guards and staff that had gathered parted to let the gurney through.

“What was he doing at the weapons range?” Jane asked.

“He wasn’t a violent man,” Chief Hallorand said. “I don’t think I’ve seen him even hold a weapon.”

“Was he checking the target dummies’ mechanics?” Catalina suggested.

“No, he had nothing to do with this work,” Hallorand said. He turned to a guard. “I want this area cleared and secured,” he said quietly. “Check the surveillance scans for this part of the base.”

“There’s nothing unusual added or missing in the weapons locker,” Jane said. “None of the weapons have been fired recently, as far as I can tell.”

“He wasn’t shot,” Hallorand said. “No obvious wounds at all, White said. And in any case, someone would have heard a shot, with the Beta barracks right around the corner. We had to institute a rule against using the range after eighteen hundred hours, too many complaints.”

“I know this sound paranoid,” Vasily said, “But since you do that research on alien language, alien containment been upgraded any?”

Hallorand frowned. “No, but it’s the most secure location on base.”

A guard came running up. “Sir!”

“What is it?” Hallorand asked.

“Sir! Something’s wrong with the security tapes!”

“What?”

Vasily cursed, and Catalina said, “Why am I not surprised?”

The guard went on, “The comm tech, he said that someone had run a program, it interfered with the security recordings. He said it started in the lounge, about four hours ago.” Buzz groaned, but none of the others heard him as the guard continued, “It spread, and messed up the whole grid. We lost the whole night for most of the base!”

“Base security has been compromised,” James said.

“I agree,” Hallorand said. “I’ll notify Director Garret.”

He started to leave, but Buzz quickly stepped in front of him. “Chief… we better talk.”

“Can it wait, Buzz?”

The hacker swallowed nervously as all eyes turned to him. “No sir, I don’t think so,” he said.

Five minutes later, the members of Alpha Team were crowded around the compact desk in Chief Hallorand’s office. With the mood brewing in the office, it was feeling smaller by the minute.

“So you’re telling me you disabled the security system?” Hallorand all but yelled at Buzz. For once, the hacker didn’t flinch; perhaps the experience of being repeatedly shot at by strange alien species had hardened him somewhat. He seemed anything but confident, however.

“I… well, as I told you, someone has been hacking into the system and stealing files, I had all but traced them down.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Me, or Director Garret, or Doctor Wagner?”

“Well, I just found it and wanted to talk with the team about it, without the chance of someone overhearing. We had decided to tell you in the morning, and then Doctor Sandesh went missing…”

Hallorand kneaded his brow with his fingers. “I suppose it is water under the bridge now. But in the future, when something like this happens, Buzz, you can wake me up..”

“I think Sandesh was a target,” Buzz said. “You might want to assign him some protection?”

“I’ve already stationed guards in the medical bay, and will double them,” Hallorand said. “I have to report to Director Garret. I suspect he’ll want to talk to you as well. Don’t, ah, wander off, eh?”

Dismissed, the five of them paused in the hallway outside of Hallorand’s office. “Question is,” Catalina said, “was this a coincidence, or did someone else know that the security recordings were disabled?”

“If someone did modify my program, they’re good,” Buzz said. It was a simple program, but they would have had to access it this evening to manipulate it, and move fast.”

Catalina shook her head. “If they did, then they know something is up.”

“Wait, so it not you who turned off cameras?” Vasily asked.

“The program I wrote was to make everything a bit fuzzy so we could talk, not disable the entire system. It would surprise me if it ‘went rogue’ on its own, but I can’t tell without getting into the system. Unfortunately, I might not have my usual access from now on.”

“We… we missing something,” Vasily said.

“Hold on,” Catalina said. “We were in the lounge. No one came past us.”

“Um, yes, people came past us,” Jane pointed out. “You forget the Betas?”

“They came in, not out.”

“So, that just narrow down to Beta team, all tech workers and whoever was sleeping at time?” Vasily asked.

“Sandesh could have come here before we started our game,” James said. “All the nurses said was that he had a headache earlier.”

Buzz sighed. “I am so tired I can’t think straight.”

“We should search now,” Catalina suggested. “Check all of the rooms in the east wing.”

“Search not easy if base lockdown,” Vasily said.

“We should verify—” Catalina began, but she was interrupted by approach of Michael Garret down the corridor. The Director was coming straight toward them.

“Quite a night, I hear,“ Garret said.

“Is all gone bad,” Vasily said.

“Well, it’s going to get a lot livelier. We’ve got a bogey.”

The mood inside the briefing room was full of the usual tension, with everyone focused on the big screen where Kim Wagner was tracking the alien ship’s progress. “What’s the current heading and speed?” Garret barked, as he preceded the tired members of Alpha Team into the room.

“Heading across the Pacific, looks like California. Southern California.”

“Time to intercept?”

“Three minutes.”

“American response?”

“We’re tracking six F-22s inbound,” Wagner said, indicating several green lines heading across the display. “But our interceptor is faster.”

“Shouldn’t we be heading to the hangar?” James asked.

“It’s still over the ocean,” Garret said. “If the interceptor hits, there won’t be anything left to find. You’re here in case…”

Wagner interrupted him with a raised hand, and touched the tiny feed in her left ear. “Interceptor-1 is taking fire!”

The room grew quiet for a moment. “Report,” Garret finally barked.

Wagner stared at the data scrawled across her screen. “Interceptor-1 has been destroyed. It didn’t even get within missile range.”

Grace stood in the back of the room, her arms folded close around her chest. “If our bird didn’t get close enough to shoot, with those avalanche missiles, the USAF won’t have a chance.”

“All right team, it looks like you’re up,” Garret said. “What’s the latest on the UFO course, Kim?”

“Its heading will take it across the Tehachipis, down into the Inland Empire, looks like.”

“At least it’s not heading for LA,” Grace said.

“All right,” Garret said, “Wherever it lands, I want you there, Alpha.” He activated his communicator. “Ken, we need the Ranger ready for immediate dustoff.”

“I got the alert, she’ll be ready in two minutes,” Ken’s voice came over the room’s speaker.

“We dismissed?” Vasily asked.

“You are. Get to your ship.”

A little less than an hour later, the Skyranger blasted through the early morning sky, the rising sun behind them as they flew rapidly west. The ship jolted and bumped through turbulence as they passed through pockets of warming air.

They were ready, their armor and weapons double- and triple-checked, their gear stashed and ready close at hand. Ken gave them periodic reports over the intercom, which grew more grim with time.

“The bad guy has entered California airspace. Hope they brought their suntan lotion.”

“Looks like the ship tore through the American welcome party. It’s bigger than the earlier ships.”

“Prepare for burn and descent. Coordinates indicate that the alien has descended within Riverside county.”

“The alien has set down. It’s… oh my god.”

The members of Alpha Team looked up at the speaker. “What?” James said.

There was a brief pause before Ken spoke again. “The alien’s landed at… Riverside Elementary School.”
 

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Session 11 (June 23, 2008)
Chapter 34



The ship’s engines flared as the Skyranger streaked down out of the sky toward the school. The alien ship was big and obvious, an oblong bulge sitting on the edge of the schoolyard, a basketball hoop crushed by its landing jutting out from under its edge.

"We can't just go in guns blazing to this one, people,” Catalina said. “There's the children to think of, and we have both the school and the ship to consider. We need a better plan of attack."

Vasily’s face betrayed his mood. It was easy to follow his train of thought as he looked down at the weapon locked into its cradle beside him. The laser rifle prototype had gone back to the workshop for refinement following the field test in the Everglades. The three-barreled autocannon he’d been issued to replace it was even bulkier, capable of firing armor-piercing or explosive-tipped rounds. It wasn’t exactly a discriminating weapon, however. Not to mention the grenades that were affixed to the harness slung across his chest.

"Govno," he cursed under his breath, the Russian curse made audible by the speakers built into his helmet. "One plan not cover this; could go lots of ways. If they start killing, we have to move fast. This turn into hostage situation, we screwed. They start using human shields..."

"What of civilians?" he'd asked. The reply had been curt. "Kalinovskaya is a clear and open target. Even if there are civilians, there are no civilians. Understood?"

What else could he have said? "Understood." For the Motherland.


He shook the memory away. "They start using human shields, we may have to fire anyway," he stated, his voice deep and blank and tinged with horror. "Not like we getting kids back if they captured. Maybe they here to kill and hurt, maybe they here because they want herd subjects for new experiment onto ship..."

He paused, and shook his head, as if to clear it. "I am wrong. Is simple plan. They attack what we value, we attack what they value. We cannot attack them in school, maybe we attack ship. They have no choice but defend it, ignore school."

“Man! What the hell are those?” Ken’s voice came over the speaker, interrupting before anyone could respond to the Russian’s declaration.

“Oh, that not good sign,” Vasily said.

“What, Ken?” James said into his communicator.

“I’ll pope the feed back, give you a look.” The members of Alpha took out their xPhones, and stared at the image that appeared on the screens of the portable devices. The thing looked a bit fuzzy, but they could see that it was roughly humanoid, clad in garments that masked the details of its form, with something looking like a cape dropping down over the back of its body. Its torso culminated in a dark orb that seemed to protrude from its torso; there were no legs that they could see, suggesting that the thing was levitated by some unfamiliar technology.

“Oh my,” Catalina said.

“Looks like a dog-man,” James said. “With a gun.”

“A big gun,” Catalina said.

“That’s what we need,” Buzz said, his voice tinged with a tough of hysteria. “Capes! X-Com capes!”

“Keep it together, Buzz,” Jane said quietly.

“Scanner picked up a few of them wandering around by the school,” Ken reported. “There’s a ship parked right by it. No sign of any kids out, no humans at all.” The members of Alpha Team took a last look at their xPhones, as the tactical details of the school and its surroundings were fed to them. The ship lurched and dropped heavily, Ken taking them in fast in an attempt to catch the aliens before they had much time to prepare for an assault.

Even so, the sizzle of plasma bolts filled the air as the members of Alpha disembarked in the middle of the avenue that fronted the school, just over a hundred meters from the front of the main building and the adjacent alien ship. There was a splash of energy as a bolt hit the Skyranger, then the crack of rifle fire and the hiss of lasers as the members of Alpha returned fire. Vasily, unencumbered by the bulk of the autocannon and its magazine, which he’d left on the ship, squeezed off a shot from his handgun and ran forward, ducking low behind a stone wall that formed a waist-high barrier between the school property and the street. The others used the Skyranger for cover, sending a steady stream of firepower at the aliens.

Three of the floating aliens approached, one from further down the street, another pair coming from the small parking lot in front of the school. One of the floaters collapsed as two laser beams converged on its chest, and a second jerked as several bullets struck its torso. That one lifted its plasma rifle and fired a shot that clipped Catalina in the leg, as she started to run after the Russian. The agent fell to the ground, but as James started toward her she yelled, “I’m all right! Keep firing!”

Vasily ran forward along the wall, ducking low. Two plasma bolts hit the wall, sending out shards of stone and dust, but both hits came behind him. The aliens continued to close, keeping up their fire. A second one went down as a laser burst sliced across its face. As the last one approached the wall, Vasily leapt up and over, dropping low to avoid the fire from his companions, the stun rod coming into his hand as he rolled under the alien. It fired, the plasma bolt blasting a geyser of powdered asphalt mere inches from the Russian’s body as he thrust the weapon into the creature’s body. There was an electrical surge, and the alien jerked back, collapsing to the pavement. He gave it another dose just to be sure, then gestured for his companions to follow.

“Secure position! I be back!” he said, taking up the stunned alien, dragging it back toward the Skyranger.

“Where are the kids?” James said, as they scanned the deserted schoolyard. The front doors of the building were open, and there were large windows in all the schoolrooms that faced the street, but there were no signs of any humans, living or dead.

“If I were a kid and saw these, I would have hidden,” Buzz said.

James treated Catalina’s leg with a medical kit, and she seemed otherwise fit to continue, just limping slightly as she moved forward. The entire area was strangely quiet; it was easy to forget that they were inside a city, with busy thoroughfares just a few blocks away.

“We should clear the building,” Buzz suggested.

Catalina and Jane had already taken out their motion sensors, and were sweeping the area. “Nothing at all anywhere,” Catalina said. “The hull of the ship may be blocking the signal, but it should read inside the school okay. There’s nothing moving within range.”

Vasily returned, having secured the alien in the Skyranger’s cryo-locker. He’d left the autocannon, but snapped a clip into his G-36, drawing back the action to chamber a round. “Okay. Here go,” he said.

They moved on ahead toward the ship, which loomed over them. This one was easily eight meters tall from its base to the top, the asphalt blacktop cracked from the weight of it. Buzz pointed out the main hatch, recessed into the ship’s hull facing the school. There was no indication that the aliens were waiting for them, but the five of them approached warily, alert to any firing port of self-defense mechanism that might have been waiting for them.

Vasily took up a covering position while Buzz attended to the hatch’s controls. With their experience in dealing with alien systems, it only took him a few seconds to operate the hatch. As the four parts of the door slid back into the ship, they saw a shallow ramp leading up into the interior.

And a floater, which lifted its plasma rifle so that its barrel pointed squarely at the center of Vasily’s forehead.
 


Oh what fun! And not everyone has laser weapons yet, yikes.

If I recall correctly Vasily stuck with his autocannon by choice until fairly late in the campaign. With the way autofire works in the NWN d20 Modern system, it was often the best choice against very heavily armored aliens (like the snakemen), even when the lasers could do more damage with a hit.

They really liked the lasers, though. I had to prod them later in the campaign to take up plasma weapons, but eventually they started facing things they could barely scratch. And anyone who's played X-COM knows that there are more than a few surprises to come.

But we'll get around to that in good time. :)

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Session 11 (June 23, 2008)
Chapter 35



There was a sizzling hiss, then a flash of light as the beam from Catalina’s laser bisected the alien’s skull and drew a black streak down the interior of the alien ship on the far side. The alien stiffened and crumpled, and the members of Alpha moved forward, spreading out as they moved past the relatively narrow space of the entry gangway into a somewhat larger space beyond.

The room was shaped like the ship itself, ovoid with a domed ceiling that rose to about nine feet high at its apex. The walls curved down to form a number of recessed niches around the perimeter, and there was another of the segmented hatches visible on the far wall.

“What the hell is this?” Catalina said, warily approaching the nearest niche. There was a waxy oblong there, some sort of cocoon, maybe four feet long, bulging slightly in the center. “It’s moving,” she said, crouching beside it, and drawing her knife. “Cover me,” she said, slicing a small opening in its substance. The material was heavy and waxy, but it gave before the blade. The agent sliced open a gash long enough for her to probe inside.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“What?” Buzz asked.

“The children,” Catalina said, now ripping at the cocoon, drawing the enfolding material back to reveal the comatose form of a boy, his face pale and covered with traces of the alien material of the shroud.

James quickly knelt beside Catalina, and took some instruments out of his bag. “Damn,” he said, his jaw clenched as he went to work.

“Oh god, oh god,” Catalina repeated, as she drew back in horror.

“Well, we know where the kids are, now,” Buzz said.

Jane freed another of the children, cutting a girl free of her cocoon, laying the child out carefully on the floor, using the deflated substance as a pillow for her head. “They’re in a coma,” James said. Catalina tapped her communicator. “Ken, we’ve kids here in a bad way.” She picked up the child that Jane had freed, and started toward the exit.

“There may be more, and we should disable the ship first,” Buzz suggested. Jane had moved toward the far side of the room where several more cocoons were visible, but she hesitated as she passed the hatch, looking down at the motion sensor riding on her hip. “Floater coming,” she said.

Vasily had stood trembling with rage during the encounter, but now he moved forward in a blur of motion. He stepped up beside the hatch, his stun rod gripped tightly in his hand. The others moved to block the children, but their weapons were unnecessary. As soon as the hatch slid open, Vasily jabbed through it, the stun rod slamming into the alien’s torso hard enough to crack bone. The alien crumpled, its limbs twitching as the powerful electrical charge sizzled through its nervous system. Vasily jumped over it, smoothly swapping the rod for his rifle.

The room beyond was about half the size of the first, with a curved pillar connecting floor to ceiling in its center. The pillar supported some sort of medical station, its function made obvious by the limp child resting within, half-covered in the alien shrouding substance. Long needles protruded from the mechanism into the child’s neck, and Vasily growled as he approached, letting out a stream of Russian curses under his breath. He almost yanked them out, but thought better of it at the last minute, growling instead for James to come and help the child.

There was another hatch, which Catalina and Jane had moved to cover. It opened easily as Catalina brushed the controls, revealing the familiar outlines of an alien bridge. The control systems looked similar to those on the smaller ships they’d explored, and Buzz quickly went to work scanning the systems. Catalina pointed to another hatch, this one set into the curve where the wall met the floor, and which appeared to access a lower level of the ship. She used both her scanners and her ears on the door, and held up two fingers to alert the others that more enemies lurked below.

“They won’t be going anywhere,” Buzz said. “I’ve turned off the engines, but the main power systems are somewhere below.”

“Say when,” Catalina muttered, as Vasily and James came into the room. At Vasily’s nod, Catalina operated the control, and the hatch parted.

The hatch opened onto a steep ramp that led down into the bowels of the ship. The ceiling was much lower here, barely six feet, and much of the space was crowded with the ship’s power systems, including the massive bulk of its main engines. But it was immediately evident that they were not alone, as a floater appeared behind a bank of machinery and took a shot at Vasily.

The plasma bolt caught the Russian in the arm, drawing blood through his armor, but he ignored it, squeezing off a precise stream of automatic fire at the alien. Several shots flashed as ricocheted off the machinery, but most hit the alien, which staggered back from the force of the impacts. It somehow remained upright, and even lifted its plasma pistol to return fire, but Jane’s laser bored through its skull, and it fell.

“Where’s the other one?” Catalina asked, dropping down to the bottom of the ramp beside Vasily, scanning the area with her pistol at the ready.

Vasily started forward, the two women close behind. As he came around the ponderous bulk of the first engine mount, he saw the last floater, standing next to an alcove filled with glittering power crystals. Even as Vasily lifted his weapon, the alien pointed its pistol into the array and fired.

The explosion rocked the ship, which teetered for a brief moment, then settled back hard onto the blacktop in front of the school.
 


Time for little Monday plot-thickening...

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Session 11 (June 23, 2008)
Chapter 36



The noise and chaos in the street around Riverside Elementary School contrasted with the eerie silence that had reigned before, when X-COM had first arrived on the scene. Over two dozen fire, police, and recovery vehicles were crowded into the area directly in front of the school, and men in khaki with M-16s were helping the police keep back the hundreds of people who were gathering around the edges. The Skyranger sat slightly off to one side, protected by its own cordon of guards, but even with the alien ship sitting there in plain view, it still drew more than a few stares of its own.

Vasily sat on the running board of a fire engine, grimacing as a paramedic worked on a deep gash that ran across his skull. His face was darkened with black char, and his expression remained a thundercloud. A few feet away, Buzz sat alone, rubbing his fingers through his hair, muttering something under his breath.

James came over from one of the ambulances. “The children are stable, but we still don’t know what the aliens did to them,” he reported. “They’re being taken to a secure medical facility for treatment.”

Vasily nodded. “We done here,” he said. “Recovery team have to work with Americans on what to do with that,” he said, indicating the alien ship. He shrugged off the paramedic and stood, touching his communicator. He shook his head. “Broken. Tell Ken we ready to leave,” he said to James.

As James passed on the message, Vasily walked over to where Catalina and Jane were engaged in conversation with two men, one wearing the khakis of an army officer, the other dressed in the familiar black suit that indicated a member of one of the various American security agencies. The two women also looked somewhat the worse for wear, although the engine housing had protected them from the worst of the explosion that had torn through the alien ship.

“We leaving,” he said.

“Wait a minute, we need to—” the man in the suit began.

“We leaving,” Vasily repeated, moving through the man, who had to step aside to avoid being trampled. Catalina offered a few more diplomatic reassurances, but she wasn’t far behind the others as they boarded the Skyranger. The military personnel pushed people back as its engines fired, but the aircraft’s engines didn’t provide much backblast, the highly focused jets pushing the ship into the sky like a rocket.

There wasn’t much conversation as the aircraft returned to X-COM HQ. All of them were exhausted, battered, and drained by what they had seen. “I feel sick,” Catalina said, and the words summed up the spirit of the team as the Skyranger arced over the desolate landscape below.

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“I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Stan White said. “Physically, he’s fine.”

“He doesn’t look fine,” James observed.

X-COM’s medical bay was an extension to one of its research labs, the beds just a few steps from the workstations where the base’s biological sciences team conducted their work. It was even more crowded with the members of Alpha Team crowded into Stan’s workspace. At the moment, only one of the beds was occupied, with the pale, comatose form of Doctor Fadil Sandesh.

“I’m telling you,” Stan went on, “I’ve checked every organ and system in his body. There’s no tissue trauma, no chemicals, no damage at all that showed up on any of our scans. It’s almost like his brain just decided to… shut down.”

“Could he be telepathically shut down by the aliens?” Jane asked.

Stan looked up, his face showing surprise. “What do you mean?”

“These aliens, could they be suppressing Doctor Sandesh to keep him under with some sort of telepathic ability?”

Stan looked thoughtful. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a voice from out in the lab interrupted him.

“Doctor White!”

They turned to one of the scientists—a middle-aged woman with her hair tightly bound up—working at one of the big diagnostic computers in the lab. “What is it?” Stan asked, heading over to her.

“Sir… the scans on these new aliens.. they’re… they’re human!”

“What?”

“The floaters… their physiology has been radically altered, but the DNA, it’s fundamentally human!”

The surgical nurse standing behind Doctor Sandesh’s bed looked a bit green. “You mean they… they made humans into those… things?”

“Christ, who have we been shooting?” Catalina asked.

Buzz frowned. “Well, they were shooting at us… still ain’t right,” he said.

I don’t think there’s much left of them that we could call human,” the scientist said.

“They didn’t have legs,” Catalina pointed out.

Stan stared at the researcher’s screen for a long minute. Then, abruptly, he turned and walked quickly back to the comatose Egyptian’s bed. “Hook up that new monitor, Garvis,” he said to the surgical nurse.

“The hyperwave?”

“Yes.” The pair worked together to shift a bulky device—it resembled a merging between a desktop computer and a microwave oven—on the shelf behind Doctor Sandesh’s head. After double-checking to verify that the shelf would hold the weight, Stan played out a lead and hooked the new machine into his diagnostic computer. The members of Alpha, unsure what was going on, watched him as he adjusted the settings both on the machine and his computer terminal; several of the researchers, likewise curious, had wandered over to observe.

“There’s some odd readings here,” Stan finally reported. He looked up at one of the researchers. “Try putting up a screen of low-intensity alpha waves from the portable generator, Doctor Harrison,” he said. The researcher hurried off and returned in a few seconds with a small machine that looked like a diving mask that had swallowed a softball. He flicked a switch on top of it, and a low hum filled the room.

Doctor Sandesh groaned, and blinked. “What… what… where am I?” he managed to say.

Stan leaned over him, checking his pupils with his penlight. “Doctor Sandesh, can you hear me?”

“Not… so… loud,” the research managed. “Voices gone… whispering.”

“All this time, we looking for someone try to kill Doctor Sandesh,” Vasily said. “It possible Sandesh was saboteur, but he not know?”

Stan looked up at him, but again, before he could respond, he was interrupted again, this time from a scientist that ran into the room. “Doctor!” he yelled. “One of the sectoids… containment unit 2a! It’s crashing!”

Stan cursed, pausing only to grab his bag before running after the man. A few of the Alphas started after him, but he yelled back, “Stay here! The lab is secure level 4!”
 


Oh, don't worry, it gets better... or worse, depending on whether or not you're on Alpha Team. :)

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Session 11 (June 23, 2008)
Chapter 37



“We are going to have to completely redo our alien containment protocols,” Stan was saying. “Traditional sedation apparently has no effect upon the mental powers of the aliens.”

The mood in the briefing room was tense, as the implications of what had happened in the medical bay continued to sink in. In addition to the department heads and the members of Alpha Team, Inise Drake was there, a sour look on her face.

“They seem to be able to influence humans from a distance,” James said. He was balancing a thick briefing book on his knees; they were all still trying to assimilate the data they’d collected on the dead sectoid. Stan hadn’t been able to find a reason for its sudden and unexpected death; ‘it just died,’ as the observing scientist had commented. But none of them thought that its death at the same moment that Doctor Sandesh had recovered had been a coincidence.”

“Wonderful, just wonderful,” Catalina said.

“But you captured them,” Joan Beauvais pointed out.

“Yes, apparently, they can be incapacitated with the stun rods. But we can’t stun them twenty-four/seven.”

“It seem to take time, too,” Vasily suggested.

“How can we know that any of us are unaffected?” Agent Drake asked.

“Are you hearing voices, Agent Drake?” Buzz asked.

The FBI agent ignored him, and fixed her gaze on Stan. “We believe that only the one sectoid had these abilities,” he said.

“How can you know that?” she pressed. “You seem to have missed a great deal, Doctor. Almost as though you were deliberately missing key information…”

Stan rose up out of his chair. “What are you suggesting, agent?”

“All right, that enough,” Director Garret said, interrupting the increasingly angry exchange. After making sure that both Stan and Drake were done, he shifted his gaze to the far side of the table. “Alpha, what about these new aliens? Did you notice any unusual mental effects on your mission?”

Catalina shook her head slowly. “Nothing here.”

“Preliminary examination revealed some unusual differences in the sectoid that died,” Stan said. Now that his anger had passed, he just seemed drained. “Specifically brain related.”

Agent Drake was still bristling. “How could you miss that before?” Garret shot her a warning look, but Stan just shook his head.

“With all due respect, agent, we don’t know a lot about their physiology yet.”

“This some kind of ‘leader’ sectoid?” Vasily ventured.

“I was thinking that, Vas,” Catalina added.

Stan nodded. “That’s our theory,” he said, turning toward Vasily. “Now that we have an example, we should be able to modify the VDU on your helmets to detect them in the future.”

“What about the new aliens?” Joan asked. “I saw your report, that they are… human?”

“Not human any more,” Vasily said.

Doctor Wagner turned away from her computer. “Vasily is right. They are not human.” She pressed a button, and an image of one of the new floater aliens appeared. “The aliens, they take bits and pieces,” she said. “They appear to have advanced skills in the area of genetic manipulation.”

“That’s terrible!” Joan exclaimed. “Some part of them must remember what it was to be human…”

“We sure they captured human?” Vasily asked. “Maybe they grow these in tank, like clone.”

“From what we’ve learned thus far,” Stan said, “We suspect that they have been experimenting with human prisoners, manipulating their DNA. We’ll know more once we can research the captives you took. Though I have to say I agree with Doctor Wagner. From what we saw, there isn’t a lot left in them that could be considered human.”

Garret looked to the end of the table. “Commander Hallorand, what about those improvements to the containment lab?”

“I saw the specs that Doctor White submitted. Shouldn’t be too hard to modify our sensors, now that we know what to look for. We were working on adding the hyperwave decoder to our radar array in any case. We can just put a second generator in the lab.”

“At least the rest of us our safe,” Catalina said.

“None of us are safe, Miss De Farrago,” Agent Drake said. “Do not forget that. We live on the razor’s edge.”

“Wait, you fitting this to the radar? Spot brains on radar now?”

Grace looked up from her notepad. “Well, once an alien craft is detected, we can use it to scan for known alien types. We thought it might help to know what you’re facing.”

“What about the next time we encounter one of these telepathic sectoids on a mission?” Jane asked.

“So far we’ve been safe out in the field, at least as relates to telepathy,” James said. “Maybe it takes a while for aliens to attenuate to humans and exert control over them.”

“His mind power not save him from getting stun rod up ass,” Vasily said. Buzz snickered.

“The only thing we can really be sure of is that there’s a great deal we do not know about the alien capabilities,” Garret said.

“We still need to gain information,” Doctor Wagner agreed.

”And maybe some of the alien fuel, if you can avoid blowing it up, next time,” Drake interjected.

“The creature shot it deliberately,” Catalina observed.

“I still think it would be good to have an offensive weapon that would disable their telepathy,” Buzz said.

“A good idea,” Jane said. “I’m curious about it, I hope we can learn more through your research.”

“Agreed,” Doctor Wagner said.

“We will need to capture another live alien leader, I suspect,” Stan said. “And make sure it cannot kill iteself. I will work with Grace on redesigning the containment facility to keep it alive.”

“What about rest of alien ship?” Vasily asked. “What about kids?”

“Well, at least we have some good news there,” Stan replied. “The children are responding well to treatment. Whatever the aliens injected them with, it appears to be temporary in its effects.”

The members of Alpha nodded; good news was rare enough to savor, of late.

The outer door opened, and a man dressed in the coveralls of one of the engineering staff came in. “Sir, sorry to interrupt.”

“We’re in the middle of a briefing,” Hallorand began.

“Sir, yes, I know, but I thought you’d want to see this.” He handed over a small object to the chief.

“Where was this found?” Hallorand asked.

“It was attached to one of the garbage cannisters, sir. We caught it as they were being loaded up for the weekly haul out.”

Hallorand held the object in his hand, staring down at it.

“Well, Commander, don’t keep us all in suspense,” Agent Drake said.

Hallorand tossed it onto the table. It slid across the smooth surface, coming to rest directly between the department heads and the members of Alpha Team. They recognized it from the plug on one end; it was a tiny USB flash drive.

“Well… look at that,” Buzz said.
 

Finger print it, DNA scan it, hell, call in Johnny Smith to get a 'vision' off it, but find out who is Inside ... Quick!

Great story telling LB, I feel happy that I never played the games, lets me have that 'fresh perspective' to all the "oh sh*t' moments lol.
 

Interlude: E-mail (June 24, 2008)


FROM: DR. KIMBERLY WAGNER, X-COM RESEARCH LEAD
TO: MEMBERS, ALPHA TEAM
CC: MICHAEL GARRET, GRACE THELON BELUCA
RE: Flash Drive

A scan of the flash drive found in the trash system revealed encrypted data. Operative Olloff cracked the encryption in about five minutes, and reported that the encryption program was preloaded onto the drive; it does not appear that the person who uploaded the files is a computer expert. The encryption program itself is competent but not flashy, a simple compilation of about 30 lines of code; there are no indicators of who might have created it and none of the code itself was distinct enough for Buzz to recognize it. If anything, he stated that it was kept simple on purpose.

The drive contains research files from several recent projects, including the laser rifle and the motion sensor. The files are sufficiently detailed to allow a third party to replicate these devices without much difficulty. There are also some files on the captured alien scout ship which are less comprehensive.

A quick scan of the exterior of the device revealed no DNA traces or other physical evidence from the last user. The drive itself is a cheap but sturdy model, albeit with a high capacity, the sort you can buy for 50 dollars at any home electronics retailer. None of the files have any embedded information about who last accessed them; any metadata was stripped by the encryption program on the drive when the files were uploaded.

* * * * *

FROM: DR. KIMBERLY WAGNER, X-COM RESEARCH LEAD
TO: MEMBERS, ALPHA TEAM
CC: MICHAEL GARRET, GRACE THELON BELUCA
RE: New Research/Manufacturing Priorities

Research Lab 1 reports that the preliminary autopsy on the new alien corpse has been completed. Preliminary use of the term "snakeman" has stuck, and will be our primary designation of this new species. Doctor White has uncovered additional alien antibodies within the snakeman bloodstream that he believes will result in further refinements to our medical technology in the near future. In addition, study of the alien corpse has identified a partial resistance to fire, including laser weapons. Keep this in mind should you encounter these creatures in the future engagements.

As you already know from Dr. Okwelume's report, Research Lab 2 has completed work on the Alien Navigation systems. Once we complete work on the alien power systems, and their fuel source, we should be able to use that knowledge to construct advanced craft of our own. Dr. Okwelume also reports that the device you found in the Everglades is a power coupling that should greatly accelerate research into the alien engine technology.

Workshop 3 is nearing completion. We estimated that it will be complete and online by the end of the week. New engineers are already starting to arrive to staff the new facility.

Workshop 1 reports completion of the first suit of Personal Armor using the Alien Alloys, and the completion of the second motion sensor that was begun last week. Based on your report of the action at the Riverside Elementary School, it would seem that the armor's first field test was a success.

* * *

FROM: MARK HALLORAND, X-COM BASE COMMANDER
TO: MEMBERS, ALPHA TEAM
CC: MICHAEL GARRET, KIM WAGNER, GRACE BELUCA
RE: Base Development

Work has begun on the upgrades to the alien containment facility, and should be complete in a few days. Fortunately, the hyperwave decoder had already been installed in our radar facility, making it easier to transfer the existing technology to another part of the base. Until upgrades are complete, all alien captives are being kept under constant redundant surveillance, and all personnel are directed to carry out operations in groups of at least three. Base guards have been posted in all populated areas.

Dr. Wagner has forwarded to me your write-ups about future base development, which include plans for up to five engineering workshops. Unfortunately, we are starting to run up against logistical restrictions at HQX. There is sufficient room in the East Wing for a single further base addition, but barracks and power limits make it difficult to place another lab/shop there. We are working on blueprints for a new West Wing addition that could site Doctor White's long-awaited medical lab, and possibly one or two further base additions.

So the short answer is yes, we can add a fourth and even a fifth workshop, but it would require drilling, an additional barracks, installation of a second reactor for power, and various other infrastructure requirements (e.g. plumbing, wiring, etc.). We do not have hard numbers for all of these additions, but assume a 3x time and cost factor when making your plans.

An easier solution, of course, lies in our new X-COM Europe facility. The site has a smaller footprint, and we are focusing on hangar, radar, and communications installations at the moment, but we have set up infrastructure to support up to two additional labs/workshops at that site as well. X-COM 3 (Asia) is just in the planning stages right now, but we will include provision for site development in that project as well.

* * *

FROM: Cat.LeaveYourHatOn
TO: GRACE BELUCA
RE: Getting that damn fuel

Not sure whether we asked you this before, Grace, but do you think we're going to need some kind of portable containment field to grab some of that fuel? The thinking was that we could get the stuff given time to rig a portable power supply before moving the unit, but we lost the latest one because the hybrid aliens were prepared to commit hara-kiri to stop us.

Do you think there would be a way to collect a smaller amount from a damaged fuel cell? Or even a way to throw some kind of containment field around it to gather some residue? Sorry for sounding like third crewmember from the left in some old B-movie. I now have an image of someone dashing forward in slow motion, containment unit in hand, yelling "Nnnooooooooooo!" while trying to outrace a plasma bullet...

Anyway, opinion appreciated!

Cat

* * *

FROM: JANE SWIFT
TO: MARK HALLORAND, X-COM BASE COMMANDER
DATE: MAY 6, 2010
RE: Request for a Personal Day

A long while back, I promised my niece that I would take her to the next Narnia movie. I didn't know this assignment would be coming up.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens tomorrow. I was wondering if I could have the day off, and I'd be right back by midnight. I promise not to disclose anything classified or do anything to compromise the mission. You can even send guards with me if you wish. She'll understand. It's happened before on other assignments. It also happens to be her birthday.

It would be appreciated.

* * *

FROM: GRACE BELUCA
TO: Cat.LeaveYourHatOn
RE: RE:Getting that damn fuel

We've addressed the containment issue using the intact storage system you captured on the alien scout ship from the Shasta mission. Since it requires some... special treatment, the system has been implemented for the engineers on the clean up crew. Just take care of the aliens; we'll take care of the rest.
* * *
FROM: MARK HALLORAND
TO: Cat.LeaveYourHatOn
CC: MEMBERS, ALPHA TEAM; MICHAEL GARRET; KIM WAGNER; GRACE BELUCA
RE: Base Development

We'll definitely need to assign engineers to the work of expanding into the new West Wing. Doctor White will be glad to hear of your interest in this project.

For the sake of convenience I've included the expansion requirements in the specs for Doctor White's medical facility that were listed in Doctor Wagner's weekly e-mail report. Just let us know how many engineers to assign to the project, and we'll take it from there. I think we can finish the medical lab without serious impact on our base infrastructure, but keep in mind that adding another research lab or workshop beyond that is going to be damned costly, both in time and expense.
* * *
FROM: Mark Hallorand, Base Commander
TO: Jane Swift
RE: Leave Request

I'm sorry, Jane. Director Garret has locked down the base for now, especially with this pending espionage issue. This is one area where Garret and Drake seem to be in full agreement. All leaves have been canceled until further notice.
 

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