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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/18 21:11:44
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Terrifying Doombull
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I say leys just storm that pice of invading space scrap! Shoot to kill!
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/18 21:34:21
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Ancient Venerable Black Templar Dreadnought
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Not all that on-board for capturing the aliens, but at least putting a few holes in them first probably helps the jolt conduct better.
The great thing about shooting and killing aliens is it gives few flashbacks of prior engagements: there is always something new.
Who would have known this dope on a rope would get to do something that would be viewed as "good" for a change.
I will do whatever it takes to neutralize the enemy and get "my" team home.
The long-timers know the score and if there is any comfort on the battlefield to be found it is with them watching your back: it is all good training.
Not liking how I feel about the blue heads though, they seem to be a legion unto-themselves.
As long as they can potentially hole an enemy, they got my support I guess, but I keep feeling any minute they're gonna bug out at any time.
When they become a football bat I keep feeling like I want to put a bullet in them to get things to calm down.
They just seem like some raw meat to feed into the grinder and hope something worthy comes out the other side.
So the only peace to be had is to practice and train until you collapse on the bunk.
Never thought I would give up drinking, as long as I am ready for active duty I can be called at any time so to be slow would be unforgivable.
Maybe if I find myself with the bloods and crips, I can drink then, it is a possibility of the squad's bullet sponge.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 01:57:53
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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Stream absentmindedly stroked the head of the rat perched on his shoulder. Regulations didn't really allow for pets, but he'd freed it from a glue trap he found in the base's kitchen, so it wasn't technically a pet. It wasn't stealing food, since he fed it from his own rations, and he found having it around helped him think. Of course he'd heard the rumors about the landed alien craft, and he agreed with most of the base about its most likely purpose: a trap for X-Com. Tantalizing with all that technology just sitting there, waiting to catch an away team much like the glue trap that almost killed Avalon. "Crap, when did I name you?" he muttered aloud, setting the rat on the shelf above his computer.
He knew his team. Good soldiers, all of them. Never balked at his orders, well, other than the time he had called a rocket strike on his own location. Reasonable enough, and the rocket showed up, so no harm done. But the downtime was starting to fray their edges. Talizar's training regimen was getting dangerously long, like the time Bullockist was spending in the mess. He wanted to give them the time they needed after... No, the dead will still be there, now we focus on the living.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 02:12:07
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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streamdragon wrote:Stream absentmindedly stroked the head of the rat perched on his shoulder. Regulations didn't really allow for pets, but he'd freed it from a glue trap he found in the base's kitchen, so it wasn't technically a pet. It wasn't stealing food, since he fed it from his own rations, and he found having it around helped him think. Of course he'd heard the rumors about the landed alien craft, and he agreed with most of the base about its most likely purpose: a trap for X-Com. Tantalizing with all that technology just sitting there, waiting to catch an away team much like the glue trap that almost killed Avalon. "Crap, when did I name you?" he muttered aloud, setting the rat on the shelf above his computer.
He knew his team. Good soldiers, all of them. Never balked at his orders, well, other than the time he had called a rocket strike on his own location. Reasonable enough, and the rocket showed up, so no harm done. But the downtime was starting to fray their edges. Talizar's training regimen was getting dangerously long, like the time Bullockist was spending in the mess. He wanted to give them the time they needed after... No, the dead will still be there, now we focus on the living.
"We're going." The Commander's words had the air of finality that brooked no further argument. Bradford clearly wasn't happy, but acquiesced immediately. "At least let me assemble an elite crew," Bradford really didn't want this mission - didn't want to watch more soldiers die. "No, I can't have our experience all put in danger at once. Third squad will take the mission - with appropriate Legion support of course. See to it, Major Bradford, and if you pray to a god, then pray hard."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 07:01:02
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Terrifying Doombull
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It was something special to just sit back and observe the sheer amount of people that populated this bace Trondheim thougth as he leaned against the wall in the C&C center, it was always hectic but now it seemed like someone had force feed speed to everyone here. Of course this had to do with the alien landing in Cameroon, and the obvious fact that it was a trap designed to wipe out the deployed Xcom team. But he still knew that the Commanders decision to send 3rd squad was a solid one, although he would have preferd to be deployed himself or at least have a very experienced strike team hit it.
But then again, as the commander had told Bradford it was unwise to place all your eggs in one basket.
His mind drifted to his fellow soldiers, and the manners witch the constant deployment had begun to take its toll on them. Some where spending almost eveery hour awake in the gym. Or in the mess hall, and himself probably spent far too much time working over battle plans, scematics for enemy weapons and anatomy. But he supposed it was normal after all, that these things developed in someone tasked with saving the world.
And then it was his own squad, witch was a whole psycologist ward to itself by a normal persons standard, but he would not want it any other way.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 14:06:24
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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The Dakka Diaries will return soon. I have a busy few days ahead of me.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 14:39:38
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Elemental felt like he was watching the war from afar, from his room in sickbay. It was pretty grim news from everything he'd heard--that was plain from the barely-concealed rage or vengeful satisfaction when other operatives had passed through, or from the stories he'd exchanged with other wounded soldiers. Not that he couldn't understand some of what they were enduring. India had been largely spared so far, but. the Leeds raid early on in the war had been close to home for him--he'd been on a university exchange program there, and had made some good friends in England. But having your entire homeland turned into a hunting preserve for the aliens was hard to imagine.
Loath as he was to admit it when he wanted to be out there fighting, maybe an absence from constant deployment enforced by a sucking chest wound was good for him, in a way. Or maybe not, since the grinding boredom was giving him time to think about the war as a whole. How the aliens had kept escalating and revealing nasty new surprises every time the humans had seemed to gain an advantage. Like they were being assessed, and they were not the ones controlling the pace of this war. Would the Cameroon op be where the aliens decided to take off the brakes?
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"The 75mm gun is firing. The 37mm gun is firing, but is traversed round the wrong way. The Browning is jammed. I am saying "Driver, advance." and the driver, who can't hear me, is reversing. And as I look over the top of the turret and see twelve enemy tanks fifty yards away, someone hands me a cheese sandwich." |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/19 15:23:23
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Boosting Ultramarine Biker
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He had heard the news. Even laying in the hospital wing, Heart had heard the news. Third Squad was being called into action and his arm may not be ready in time. Despite his injuries, the pills and expert care he was given meant wounds such as a shattered arm healed in days as opposed to weeks, something he still marveled at. When had the technology become so good? He still remembered his basic medic training when he had joined the military so long ago. Mind you, his time in the Italian Special Forces was far different from what he did now.
Staring at one of the TV screens in the med bay, his brow furrowed as text and news reports slowly filtered over.
"I wonder what the people who used to see UFOs for years think of us all now. I guess they'd be feeling pretty high and mighty about their pictures and shoddy camera footage being 'real' now..." He muttered, turning away to stalk down the corridors to his locker, still bandaged.
His gear had been repaired, but Heart knew they would still need some tender love and care, even from just one working hand. There was a little name badge, an unofficial one, on the right shoulder. "Saint" it read and he smirked. Now that name was a great irony on his past. But that was a long time ago it seemed, now he was a medic for XCOM, for Third Squad. Their lives in his hands when the bodies hit the ground hard and the bullets start flying. Or lasers. They had lasers now.
Pulling his helmet onto his lap, Heart took a small cloth and rubbed the one-way visor clean of dust. The aliens would never see his fear.
That was always on his mind. Never let them, or Third see his fear. It had been beaten out of him in the Special Forces, but something about these aliens had brought it trickling back. Wearing the helmet was his mask, his facade. It hid him from the world, and he knew his brothers in arms needed their medic to appear calm and in control, even as he stabilized their broken bones or bleeding organs.
His helmet was his safety net, and there would never be a fight without it.
It just all depended on his arm.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/20 05:47:59
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Stubborn Dark Angels Veteran Sergeant
Behind you
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Docta walked through the dormitory, members of her squad sitting, standing or lying around in varying state of dress. She pushed a trolley, on it was plates of food. Chilli, Nachos, even some hot dogs and some spaghetti Carbonara. She had cooked for a few hours, purloining the ingredients from the chefs, and some....outside sources. "Celebration time" she cooed.
Everyone walked to the trolley, picking up a plate of something, and either a beer or cider, or soda. Docta brought out dessert. Profiteroles. Good suggestion of what they'd gunned down.
The other soldiers joined them, the smell of the food wafting past their barracks, and soon the barracks was full of chatting, cheerful soldiers.
Docta then walked to the medi-bay, checking the patients wounds by herself, and feeding them. No drink though....
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/21 08:16:38
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
Squatting with the squigs
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Did someone mention drink?
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My new blog: http://kardoorkapers.blogspot.com.au/
Manchu - "But so what? The Bible also says the flood destroyed the world. You only need an allegorical boat to tackle an allegorical flood."
Shespits "Anything i see with YOLO has half naked eleventeen year olds Girls. And of course booze and drugs and more half naked elventeen yearolds Girls. O how i wish to YOLO again!"
Rubiksnoob "Next you'll say driving a stick with a Scandinavian supermodel on your lap while ripping a bong impairs your driving. And you know what, I'M NOT GOING TO STOP, YOU FILTHY COMMUNIST" |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/21 08:37:38
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Terrifying Doombull
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The smell of homemade food made his mouth run with saliva, the food they got served in the mess hall was good noting fancy but it still did its purpose, but this was a welcommed change of menu.
"A army and its soldiers marches on its stomach" he mutterd to no in particular as he joined the rest of the Xcom operatives in the que for the plates of steaming food.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/21 13:10:15
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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It smelled good. Really good.
Frankenberry looked up from the collection of pictures on his bunk; a smiling woman, an older man with salt and pepper hair, two boys who must be twins. All smiling.
The rest of the teams were charging the food cart with gusto, laughing and talking, partaking in the home-cooked meal. He was hungry, sure, but he looked at the pictures and back at the various XCOM members, moving around and acting like they were all at a barbeque or something.
He frowned, tucking the pictures back under his mattress, and walked over towards the gathering in the hall.
Smiling faces all around, none of them, for the moment, aware that they could be called on to die violently for what Frankenberry had come to see as very little gain. Why? This food didn't matter, being at the HQ didn't matter, he needed to fight, needed to kill. Food wasn't going to fix that.
He turned to leave but as he did, a legion member who's name he'd forgotten tapped him on the shoulder, plate of food in hand.
"Hey man, Frankenberry right?" the small man thrust the plate of food at him.
"You should try this, I didn't even know they HAD spaghetti here." His smile said it all.
Frankenberry looked at the man and back to the food, turned to face him, ignoring the plate. "Get. The. feth. Away. From. Me."
He said every word, punctuating every syllable, and the man's smile faded. "What's your problem man?"
His problem? Frankenberry backhanded the plate of food away from him, scattering the contents across the floor.
"You're my problem!" He rammed a finger into the mans chest. "The world burns around us and you have a god damn picnic! Innocents die by the thousands and you eat spaghetti and laugh and giggle like housewives!"
Frankenberry came nose to nose with the trooper. "Come near me again, scrub, and I'll rip your fething heart out." He then turned and stormed off, far more interested in range time than some attempt at forgetting. He couldn't forget, he wouldn't, and even if the rest of them wanted to pretend, he wouldn't.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/21 14:28:44
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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[MOD]
Not as Good as a Minion
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Further down the hall, motyak shrugged. He thought to himself, if old grumpy doesn't want to eat his food then he doesn't have to. This soldier knows the value of hot grub when it's available, you never know when you'll be choking down a cold ratpack while pissing in an empty ammo tin in breaks between exchanges of fire in some godforsaken mess of a situation. Although he figured the ammo tin is a thing of the past now that we have laser weaponry. Still though. He spun back, chasing the cart as it started to move on "Cool your jets there, I'm still eating!"
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/21 14:46:32
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
Squatting with the squigs
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THe food. Clearly the higher ups had nothing to do with this. It was a spread he hadn't seen since ....whenever. Looking at the exemplary food produced by one of the ragged company Bullockist felt his soul rest. There was everything, from burritos to steak to kim-chi. Shaking his dehidrated and decidedly unhosptable head from side to side the bald headed man looked at the cornucopia of taste on the hard wooden table. His dry eyes drifting up from the unfinished hardwood surface,to fall on the myriad of dishes perched atop it's hard surface , he fell in completely in love with humanity at that point. Never before had he thought it but humanity was linked totally and inexorably by what we ate. The spice reminded him of the power of the LZ, the chilli seeds of the connection with the pilot who got you there, coz without his doubty prescence you weren't getting in or out, no matter how much you wanted to gak in the mean time.
Watching his squaddies relax and have fun whilst on R and R, khaki limbs flayed around the edge of the threadbare room,to a knot of the social butterflies fluttered perttily around the middle as though dispelling the idea that the eternal leveller was waiting around the corner,he envied them as though the joy of mastication on their chapped lips, coupled with the verdant lust of youth, fought off what was coming and they filled filled the room with post operation joy. A joy that always left him bewildered and baffled, his cornucopia post operation was confusion and approbation, all of it self inflicted.
lips stretched tight in a fair approbriation of a half dead rictus he looked out drinking in the vibrant lust for life of his erstwile companions. he looked down to the bulge in his pocket....sooon....silver heart...soon.
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My new blog: http://kardoorkapers.blogspot.com.au/
Manchu - "But so what? The Bible also says the flood destroyed the world. You only need an allegorical boat to tackle an allegorical flood."
Shespits "Anything i see with YOLO has half naked eleventeen year olds Girls. And of course booze and drugs and more half naked elventeen yearolds Girls. O how i wish to YOLO again!"
Rubiksnoob "Next you'll say driving a stick with a Scandinavian supermodel on your lap while ripping a bong impairs your driving. And you know what, I'M NOT GOING TO STOP, YOU FILTHY COMMUNIST" |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/22 13:18:55
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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The Main Man
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Hordini felt the hot noodles impact the back of his head. He reached up with his right hand, brushing the sauce off of his close-cropped hair.
He turned, and saw Frankenberry standing there in front of a crestfallen Legion trooper.
"I'm trying to fething eat here, bro. It's one of the few luxuries we've got down here. Get a grip."
Before Hordini had finished speaking, Frankenberry was already off down the end of the hall, headed towards the range facility.
"Whatever."
Hordini turned back to his plate.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/23 03:53:04
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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Okay, looks like I won't be back home for about another day or so. The Skyranger is undergoing heavy maintenance. We will pick this up again soon. Thanks for your patience.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/23 19:13:39
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Decrepit Dakkanaut
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Sgt_Scruffy wrote:Okay, looks like I won't be back home for about another day or so. The Skyranger is undergoing heavy maintenance. We will pick this up again soon. Thanks for your patience.
"I told you there was foxholes under us but nnnnnnnooooooooooo you had to do a roll on landing. If the briefing said a closed small arms firing range was the LZ then expect some holes."
grumble grumble grumble F'ing DYNACORP
"Well maybe they get around patching the swimming pool on both sides of the fuselage near the horizontal stab."
"Cannot believe the pilot said "No Brass No Ammo" to the Battalion Commander"
"Frak this pen for making a red "X" where's my damn red crayola"
"Well don't have to worry about that aircraft wash or the 10 hour inspections. pppfftttttttt nor the 100 or 500 hours....might as throw it to Delta Company for Phase four or something"
"Damn I stuck to updating maintenance manuals for the company......freaking West Pointer pilots." grumble grumble
more to come on the status of my busted bird..
One busted wheel strut
One torn tire
One bent rim
One ESSS wing torn off
One ESSS fuel tank rupture
One Cargo door ripped off track
Multiple main structure cracks....some asshat said stop drill
One new pilot (D-EXed the last one)
One piece of plywood up through the belly (what do you think they cover foxholes with)
One cylic stick bent
One biological decon in the cockpit from the pilots crapping themselves
"Wait...#1 engine FoDDED out?!?!?! Great JUST GREAT.....wait...the engine shop has that cute female that wears the one piece flight suit....."
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Did not fight my way up on top the food chain to become a Vegan...
Warning: Stupid Allergy
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend
DE 6700
Harlequin 2500
RIP Muhammad Ali.
Jihadin, Scorched Earth 791. Leader of the Pork Eating Crusader. Alpha
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 03:20:29
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Ancient Venerable Black Templar Dreadnought
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Jihadin wrote:"Wait...#1 engine FoDDED out?!?!?! Great JUST GREAT.....wait...the engine shop has that cute female that wears the one piece flight suit....."
Yeah, I know who you mean.
Problem is, she is smart too... got no time for love unless it is made of metal.
Problem is, she is working on this:
Some "turbo-pump" thingy that Dr Shen said he would abide no distractions to his personnel.
He muttered something about using me for an excuse in his report for the delay to Jihadin.
Since when does that fly-guy get reports??
There are no fire axes around right?
He takes on a whole different look when he has one...
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 11:46:23
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Decrepit Dakkanaut
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Crash Axe, non standard issue.
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Proud Member of the Infidels of OIF/OEF
No longer defending the US Military or US Gov't. Just going to ""**feed into your fears**"" with Duffel Blog
Did not fight my way up on top the food chain to become a Vegan...
Warning: Stupid Allergy
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend
DE 6700
Harlequin 2500
RIP Muhammad Ali.
Jihadin, Scorched Earth 791. Leader of the Pork Eating Crusader. Alpha
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 13:13:54
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Ancient Venerable Black Templar Dreadnought
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Understood, was meaning to avoid anything "handy" not on an aircraft knowing your penchant for axes... it is not carried around everywhere... right?
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 13:38:13
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Terrifying Doombull
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Talizvar wrote:Understood, was meaning to avoid anything "handy" not on an aircraft knowing your penchant for axes... it is not carried around everywhere... right?
I would assume that he dose indeed carry that everywhere, I do the same with my sawn of shotgun
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 17:32:00
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Decrepit Dakkanaut
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There is actually axes similar to that in rotary wing aircraft's (not sure on a Kiowa Warrior). Its used to chop sections off an aircraft to extract pilots.....crewchiefs...PAX......whoever we landed on....for the Sky Ranger same deal unless an Alien get loose in the aircraft hold. I have the Axe, you all have bayonets/combat knives....I suggest a good Tomahawk. great for door kicking.....chop right out hinges, latches, pad locks, dead bolts, green alien, grey alien, occasional insurgent, drones.......
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Proud Member of the Infidels of OIF/OEF
No longer defending the US Military or US Gov't. Just going to ""**feed into your fears**"" with Duffel Blog
Did not fight my way up on top the food chain to become a Vegan...
Warning: Stupid Allergy
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend
DE 6700
Harlequin 2500
RIP Muhammad Ali.
Jihadin, Scorched Earth 791. Leader of the Pork Eating Crusader. Alpha
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 20:41:56
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Ancient Venerable Black Templar Dreadnought
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Oddly, living up to my country flag: I prefer the "Tanto".
I have enjoyed Kendo for many years so kiai/strike and zanshin just feels right, so I can appreciate but not envy the axe (looks like it throws nice though unless the handle is too light).
This has been an all-time favorite: don't leave the Skyranger without it:
Magnum Tanto XII Full guard, 1' blade X .2" thick, 5 5/8" handle CPM 3-V High-Carbon steel, only about 58-60 HrC but we don't want to be too brittle.
You have to get this stuff from outside because they figure if you get that close you should be using the zapper.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 20:42:59
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Terrifying Doombull
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Jihadin wrote:There is actually axes similar to that in rotary wing aircraft's (not sure on a Kiowa Warrior). Its used to chop sections off an aircraft to extract pilots.....crewchiefs...PAX......whoever we landed on....for the Sky Ranger same deal unless an Alien get loose in the aircraft hold. I have the Axe, you all have bayonets/combat knives....I suggest a good Tomahawk. great for door kicking.....chop right out hinges, latches, pad locks, dead bolts, green alien, grey alien, occasional insurgent, drones.......
I myself have always been partial to the entrenchin tool, just sharpen it and let fly
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 21:17:23
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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Okay boys and girls, the engine max power checks are complete, the air frame work has been TI'd, the 2408-19-2s are filled out, and the test pilot has released the skyranger for flight. Expect Operation Brutal Serpent up tonight. "Irene. I say again. Irene."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/24 21:26:36
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Decrepit Dakkanaut
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Sgt_Scruffy wrote:Okay boys and girls, the engine max power checks are complete, the air frame work has been TI'd, the 2408-19-2s are filled out, and the test pilot has released the skyranger for flight. Expect Operation Brutal Serpent up tonight. "Irene. I say again. Irene." 
Reached way the Hell back for that eh
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/25 03:40:04
Subject: Re:XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
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OPERATION BRUTAL SERPENT: 21 June 2015, Central African Republic
Frankly, by late June we now longer could challenge them over Africa. Maybe that was why they had sacrificed their smaller ships before hand. I don't know. What I do know is that they swatted down the Italian Air Force and waltzed into Africa across the coast of Libya. We watched and waited. Our aircraft were basically so much scrap and our pilots were worn out. Even our soldiers were feeling the strain. Why they chose to land and bait us in, I'll never know. Maybe at that point they knew we only had a few soldier, or maybe by that point they just wanted to pick us off one by one. The Commander was insistent though. She said it would turn the tide of the war.
--Personal log, Lieutenant Colonel Bradford.
"There was a lot of debate in the hours running up to Brutal Serpent. Do we send an enhanced team? Do we send everyone? The Commander was adamant that we send only 3rd squad with the usual Legion support. I'm not sure it was the best idea as I'd already voiced my concerns about 3rd squad's efficiency and morale. Still, I was overruled and I would accept that. I could tell Bradford was nervous. Perhaps this would play to my advantage.
--Personal log, Major Illifan.
"Obvious trap with minimal chance of survival? A UFO apparently made to be an ambush.? What's not to love? Was I eager to take this mission? Hell, no. This mission had every indication of being a blood-bath, but I guess that's why third got the mission. With first and second squad being mostly scar tissue and rookies at this point, I suppose it was third squad's turn. They say you only get the tough assignments if the Commander has a lot of confidence in you. I say you get dead if the Commander has a lot of confidence in you. Look at 2nd platoon. Sent them on a mission and next thing you know, Killamajig is dead and the platoon is gone. 2nd squad is held together with titanium rods and stitches. Even the fething Glory squad looks like they've gone three rounds with an angry Muton in the boxing ring. This whole operation was fethed from the get-go."
--Bullockist, 3rd Squad
"Look, I like StreamDragon. I think the guy is a solid squad leader, but he seemed way too confident for this mission. Maybe that's his job and maybe that's why he's a squad leader and I'm not. I pulled him aside you know. Told him to take it slow. I know third squad has always been a little more cautious than some of the other squads like first squad and those psychos over in 2nd platoon, but I meant it. I told the legionnaires to pack for a long operation. We weren't getting off that ship for a while."
--Bullockist
Third squad faced an interesting dilemma in the run up to Brutal Serpent. Namely, they faced a manpower crisis. Sick bay was full, and the squads were exhausted. XCOM's direct action platoon at this point boasted 15 ready operatives. The majority of the force was made up of third and fourth squad with a sprinkling of other squad members and legion forces making up the remainder. A concerted effort to ensure success in Brutal Serpent would cripple XCOM for the remainder of the month. XCOM may have won Brutal Serpent more easily with a stacked squad, but may have lost the war in the process.
--C.G.B. Spender, editor
The Long War Project
Operatives and Airmen of XCOM Direct Action Platoon!
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of homo-sapiens everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the alien war machine, the elimination of this alien terror ship and the liberation of all humans you may find within. This is but the first step in reversing the tide of alien aggression and returning mankind to his rightful mastery of Earth. Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and genetically modified. He will fight savagely.But this is June! Much has happened since the alien triumphs of March. These United Nations of the Council have inflicted upon the alien great defeats, in open battle, man-to-alien. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us a parity in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal the greatest fight men and women the world has ever seen. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory! We will hound him from this world and follow him to the gates of hell itself if need be. Let there be no mistake. This is a war of annihilation. There can be no peace, there can be no surrender. There is only victory or death.
--The Commander on the eve of Brutal Serpent
3rd Squad hits the drop zone
"Almost immediately we were met with contact. Three floaters and a muton. Standard perimeter patrol around the [massive] UFO. We could see the front entrance, but there was a lot of no-mans land between us and them. The first sustained fire fight of Brutal Serpent started with an ambush and wouldn't end for almost an hour."
--Bullockist
Third Squad engages the advancing aliens en masse
Talizvar holo-targets the alien squad leader as well as proving he is as good a shot as many of the infantry in XCOM.
"Gold Phase of Brutal Serpent went well. We had established contact, we had supressed the alien and were continuing the advance. We knew this was the first of many fire-fights, but so far we commanded the superior position. Things were going well."
--Major Illifan.
The young Galia_Commata supressed the Muton while Carlos13th takes down the a floater.
"The aliens retreated in the face of our fury, I suppose they had come to at least respect our skills, if not fear us. Stream Dragon knew that he had to be careful though. We advanced carefully. We were rewarded with alien reinforcements. 3 drones and 2 seekers.. The fight was getting worse. I had no idea how much worse it would get."
--Bullockist
Talizvar advances under heavy fire.
Carlos 13th survey his targets as he picks out targets. A severely wounded Muton has been designated as a potential subject for capture. Meanwhile, the 7 members of XCOM face 3 drones, 2 seekers, 1 muton, and 1 floater. Resistance intensifies.
Stay tuned for more of Operation Brutal Serpent! (Seriously guys, I have almost 200 images for Brutal Serpent. This one may take a while).
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/25 04:04:08
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Docta Deth and Her Pet Rock.
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Longtime Dakkanaut
Squatting with the squigs
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I think I'm in lust, she is absolutely stunning. Less axes, more hawt maintenance girls! (particularly that one!) You know, just when I thought i'd found all my fetishes Dakka gives me a new one.
If I die in the AAR i'm going to be gakky, i have a baaaad feeling about this one.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/25 04:56:39
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Operation Brutal Serpent. Apprehension and First Contact
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Posts with Authority
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Yes, this sounds like it will be a bad one.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2015/03/25 10:32:53
Subject: XCOM: The Dakka Diaries: Operation Brutal Serpent. Apprehension and First Contact
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[MOD]
Madrak Ironhide
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How do you manage all the combats?
I started Long War (yeah, screw you!) and there seem to be
conflicts every 2 seconds. Combine that with battle fatigue and
I barely get to use the same soldiers more than once. How
large should my barracks be?
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