Xenonautical Adventures – Part 35: A Curious Incursion
7th of January, 1980, 07:32
I feel somewhat like I’ve just woken from the dead. Major Merrywhiskers had chewed the ends off my shoelaces again, and then puked them back into one of the shoes. Luckily I have several pairs.
The report from Charlie-2’s mission yesterday is interesting reading. The thing was stuffed with grey aliens, but they didn’t bring any of those hover-drones. Instead they were better armed and armoured than ever. Especially the new ones in purple. Based on previous information we have collected, the Chief believes these are warriors, probably the best common troops the greys have. Officers and such are still a step above, of course. No sign of that leader-type alien we’re looking for, though.
Now, onto promotions. Sgt Guard is promoted to Lieutenant. Lts Notsogrump, Sibana and Vecre are promoted to Captains. Cpt McNutcase is promoted to Major. Additionally, Cpt Vecre has earned an Order of Merit.
7th of January, 1980, 16:20
Been hearing from the medical staff over in North America. Even though that hole through Lt DeHaan’s leg was cauterised by the plasma sniper, our alien-enhanced treatments are managing to regrow what was lost. Though it will take a few days before the hole is fully filled in. I’m impressed he still managed to load and fire the launcher twice after that.
I’ve been looking over the funds we brought in from yesterday’s missions, and on that basis I’ve approved construction of a Corsair in the Euro-African base as well. Let’s hope it won’t turn out to be a mistake. We have other research projects soon to finish, after all.
7th of January, 1980, 19:46
The report for the new alien ship has come in. The Chief has decided to refer to it as a Landing Ship. And here I thought the Corvette was their ultimate combat ship in this size class, yet this thing is both faster and stronger. Not boding well for our future prospects. And I’m really not fond of the idea that the aliens are mounting their own extended ground missions.
8th of January, 1980, 07:17
I’ve been looking over our radar data. While the Corvettes and the Bombers are virtually impossible to tell apart until we actually reach them, as they move at the same speed, I’ve noted that the Landing Ships go a bit faster. So we should be able to tell them from the rest in the future.
Otherwise, I am mainly waiting. Waiting for construction to finish, soldiers to heal and research to complete.
8th of January, 1980, 16:40
Major Merrywhiskers and I made a small trip outside. There’s not a lot of daylight up here this time of year, but it was a clear sky today, so we could still mostly see. Her better than me, I expect.
8th of January, 1980, 19:11
The report for the new dropship is ready. The Chief delivered this one himself. He’s calling it a Shrike, and he seems pretty proud of it. Not that I blame him. Getting these up and running will help a lot. The bad news is that we won’t be able to construct them any time soon. Probably not until February. Even though I do think they take priority over more Corsairs.
I gave him permission to get started on researching that alien communications array we recovered. I know he’s been wanting to get started on that ever since we got it.
9th of January, 1980, 07:29
I’m enjoying the relative quiet now. Sure, there’s still a lot of progress reports coming in, and the workshop is quite busy putting together the framework for our first Corsair, but we’ve had a couple of days without any aliens attacking. I know it’s not going to last, so I’m trying to enjoy it while I can.
9th of January, 1980, 15:41
“Contact, sir! Confirmed extraterrestrial contact!”
And that’s all the time we got. Medium contact, travelling alone at 1400 km/h. Corvette or Bomber, then. It’s not too far out, but it’s going away from us.
“Launch Foxtrot-1, intercept course.”
9th of January, 1980, 15:51
Similar situation over the Sahara. Commander Marabello has launch Foxtrot-3 to intercept.
9th of January, 1980, 16:34
Foxtrot-3 have shot down a Corvette just on the edge of the Saharan desert. With no other threats that we can see, which does worry me slightly, I have authorised the launch of Charlie-3.
9th of January, 1980, 16:58
Foxtrot-1 report they have also shot down a Corvette, in the southern parts of Siberia.
“Launch Charlie-1, set course for the crash site.”
Only two UFOs? Or are the rest simply outside our radar range? I have a bad feeling about this.
9th of January, 1980, 17:35
Aha! A medium with two escorts appeared over Scotland. They are as far out as they get over there, but they’re heading inwards, so Commander Marabello launched Condors 5 and 6 to intercept.
9th of January, 1980, 19:14
Condors 5 and 6 have shot down a Corvette and two Fighters over the Algerian coast. While we do need money, I don’t feel right sending Charlie-3 on another double mission, so I order an air strike straight away.
Speaking of which, Charlie-3 have reached their crash site, and are setting down. Good luck, soldiers.
Charlie-3 Response Team on the ground. Night-time mission. Flares have been distributed. Weapons at the ready. Dropship doors opening.
It seems the aliens have found another military base to crash into, and this time the local soldiers won’t listen to our suggestion to withdraw and let us handle it.
We must admit it feels more like baby-sitting than co-operation, but we don’t have the authority to order them to leave.
The worst part is hunting down the Reapers that are stalking the base. The first one we find quickly, but the other one evades us for a while, and even manages to make a zombie before we catch it. That’s the tricky part. If it gets you, you’re done for, so we can’t rush, and we have to stay in the open as much as possible.
The UFO is pretty standard fare. The Officer challenges us at the door, we chuck a gas grenade in, and then root out the rest.
Base personnel losses were kept to a minimum. Charlie-3 head home.
9th of January, 1980, 19:56
They are safely back in the air, and let out a breath I hadn’t even noticed I’d been holding. I thought I was more used to this by now.
I still don’t trust that it was only three contacts that came down this time, but for now the only thing we’re waiting for is Charlie-1 to reach their crash site and come back.
9th of January, 1980, 20:26
I had a hunch. A freak storm has been reported a ways off the coast of South Africa. Foxtrot-6 was ready to go, so Commander Marabello gave the launch order.
It might be a landing ship, but in that case we should have Foxtrot-3 ready to go and follow up Foxtrot-6’s attack.
9th of January, 1980, 22:34
Foxtrot-6 has discovered a medium-sized contact heading for the coast. By its speed and behaviour, it is likely another Corvette.
9th of January, 1980, 22:46
It was indeed a Corvette, and it has been shot down. Foxtrot-6 are returning to base, and since Charlie-3 haven’t even landed yet, I am ordering another air strike. As it came down in Mozambique, it’s a bit far south anyway.
Additionally, Charlie-1 have just reached their crash site.
“Tell them to set down and engage.”
Charlie-1 Response Team on the ground. Night-time mission. Flares have been distributed. Weapons at the ready. Dropship doors opening.
Who even knew there were so many farms in the world?
As we are spreading out, we can hear automatic plasma fire in the distance, meaning we are dealing with either robots or greys, and Cpt Niña quickly confirms it’s robots.
They’ve brought two of those drones, but we are lucky to catch them in the same location, and quickly take them out.
The UFO is in terrible shape, so we only have a handful of robots left to deal with. Even just securing the UFO is hazardous because there is smoke everywhere. Hopefully there’s at least something left worth salvaging.
Charlie-1 head home.
9th of January, 1980, 23:13
They are heading back to base, and apparently not entirely unscathed. I suppose I’ll see in the report when it’s ready.
Speaking of reports, the one for Charlie-3’s mission has come in. Seems they did well. I’m told we even got a discreet message of gratitude from the local base commander.
This time we are promoting Lts Wulf and Young to Captain rank, and Sgt Tomalinsky to Lieutenant. As for medals: Cpt Mumbles has earned both a Military Cross and an Order of Gallantry, while Cpt Young and Lt Tomalinsky have both earned Orders of Gallantry.
Now I am going to call it a night, and let the night shift deal with whatever remains.
I let them know to wake me if anything special happens.
When I get to my quarters, Major Merrywhiskers is already on my bed. I do my best to get in without disturbing her.