Having endured two missions of bitterness, the entire X-Com program suffered from a nearly broken spirit. If this was what the war was to be like, who could endure it? The troops were so green that camo in the forest wasn't necessary. The scientists were barely were making "poor" progress on discovering how the aliens weapons work. Engineers were diligently building laser rifles but complained constantly that they were under-resourced! Things were not well at EUROCOM:
X-Com director decided that moral improvements were needed. More recruits were found (oh those poor souls). The engineers found their numbers were more than doubled. Even the scientists were expanded by 40%. Dr. KingofPain still complained though,
"We've more lab space! It should all be filled."
The Director tried his hardest to be understanding by Dr. KingofPain knew nothing of the stress of balancing the complexities of an alien fighting force. Not to mention the need for a strong operation reserve.
"Have patience, Doctor. Your work will pay off soon!"
The soldiers, though, were worried still. Captain antisocialmonkey was wounded. What would happen on the next mission. Only time would tell.
Days went by without any signs of alien activity and the director's words turned out to be true.
Soon after, they discovered how to load the weapon (the Director wasn't sure why it took so long to understand the ammunition but who understands these things? Sometimes, he thought, not even the scientists!)
The boys were encouraged. They would be able to fire back with the same weapons that had killed so many brave soldiers already!
Now the days started to drag out. Whereas at first the lack of alien activity was a welcome relief, after two weeks the recruits were starting to get anxious. The director and international board started to worry. What nefarious activities were taking place unaware?
Finally, the red phone in the director's office rang.
"Sir, we have contact."
An interceptor was immediately dispatched. The director even decided that it would be good for the troops to head out so he immediately loaded the skyranger.
Upon first contact, the interceptor got a shot off but the UFO managed to evade. Over the middle of Africa, though, the Interceptor caught up again. This time, the UFO fell to the ground!
There was a cheer of euphoria back at the base. The director's face stayed grim. "Wait for the tactical assault..." was all he said.
The Skyranger landed and they took an initial survey of what was nearby.
Dazedroyalty 2.0, a fresh recruit, threw a smoke grenade out the door. It was the one thing the Captain had told him before take off:
"Don't get shot because you're stupid! I won't tolerate anymore stupid soldiers on my squad!"
The troops quickly saw the alien craft. It was badly damaged:
Serdoa, another new recruit, was sent into the breech. There, in the smoke he saw a floating alien. In the back of his head, Serdoa thought it was best to take cover and wait for back up. But, his better judgment failed and he raised his rifle. This alien was gonna pay for all the death X-Com had experienced.
Three blasts fired... and the alien went down! Dead!
Krill was not pleased. "Sarge, why are we sending out the rookies first? They're gonna die!"
"Shuddup soldier," Amelia barked. "They were in the front of the ship. There's nothing I can do!"
The team continued to pan out. With four dead in the crash and one shot dead, they weren't sure if there were any left alive. Sarge made the team confirm though. All the building had to be explored.
Dazedroyalty 2.0 was sent into the final building:
He heard something upstairs. He couldn't see it but knew there must be another darn floater at the top of the stairs. Like serdoa, his inexperience and impatience showed. He immediately raised the shiney new plasma canon and fired three shots.
"No!" yelled Sarge. "Wait for your backup!"
The warning wasn't needed though. The fates had smiled on the rookie and without even seeing the target, the alien crumpled to the ground.
Amelia got back to base and immediately went to Captain Antisocialmunkey, now fully recovered.
"These rookies are foolhardy! I demand that they be sent back and replaced."
"Sergeant, I admire these brave men. In fact, we need more daring men like this. You must promote Dazedroyalty 2.0 to Sergeant. You and he will need to learn to work together! On your way out, send in the pilot. He and I need to talk about his landing zones..."
It seemed that the tide was coming back in. In the mess, the Director knew it wouldn't stay this way, but for now, he grimly smiled while the soldiers celebrated. They would need their enthusiasm to enjoy the X-Com beer-substitute.