T. Rakinson
A Brute among Beasts
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As O'Conner briefly jumped out of her cover to score a bodyshot on a local adversary, her mutated would-be attacker popped out from behind its cover, reaching for its Ordnance. Quickly as possible, Duncan pushed the trigger in, realeasing a wave of ballistic death at the Muton. Though some of the bullets richocheted harmlessly off of its thick body armour, a handful of bullets implanted themselves directly in its skull, instantly killing the alien before it could activate its explosives.
Having also neutralised her target, O'Conner looked on to see the Corporal give her the all clear gesture. Reloading her Shotgun, she began to rush towards his location, briefly passing the alleyway where Duncan's victim had gone down.
Suddenly, & without warning, a gargantum, armour plated crimson hand reached out from the opening, grabbing the woman by the neck, instantly snapping it, & throwing her limp body against the brick wall...
Duncan brust out of his bed, grabbing his Knife & slashing wildly through the air. After several seconds of blindly attacking the empty space with Lucy's jagged tip his panic subsided, & he collapsed back onto his bed.
His Insomnia had not passed, even though it had been almost a fortnight since the same fight he had dreamt about had occured. As he lay there, temporarily paralyzed by his forced awakening, Duncan tried to clear his mind of the flashback. He had to think positive. Today he could be going back into the field after a week of recovery, & with a new squad to supplement him. It would give him a chance to avenge Abbey...
At this Duncan had to shake his head slightly. His psychiatrist had warned him that mixing up his personal life with his job was undoubtably the cause of his sleepless nights. Still, it was hard for his blood not to boil whenever he saw the aliens, especially considering they were all identical.
As his head cleared & he retook control of his body Duncan grew bored of his solitude & made his way out of his quarters, stretching his arms & legs beforehand. Originally planning to head to the Gym, a deep growling in his stomach diverted his course towards the dining room.
Even at this hour there were plenty of people awake. Scientists, Communications officers, soliders & technicians were all in full swing; eating breakfast, discussing amongst social groups & planning their days. Recieving a few nods as he went over to the breakfast table, the Corporal made himself some toast & poured out some coffee.
Heading over to the table where he & his squadmates usually gathered, he sat down, feeling depressed. There were downsides to being a survivor. Not only had he been the only person to get out of their last Ops alive, but it had been a forced retreat. Not only could he not recover their bodies, but his abortion of the mission had lead to the Council questioning his continued presense in the XCOM project. It was a miracle he was still here, never mind him being made head of another squadron.
After a few minutes of ignoring his breakfast & occasionally sipping his coffee someone finally appeared in front of his table. It was the Sergeant Field. Either as a result of his beverage or his superior officer's intimidating presense Duncan wasnt sure, but he suddenly found himself shivering.
The Sergeant sat down next to him, & on closer inspection it appeared as though his night had not been any better than Duncan's. Despite Field's... unique opinion of the aliens, it was still obvious that he too had insomnia on their behalf. He yawned & then looked at the Sergeant.
"Morning Jacob".
In response he recieved a withering glance. The Sergeant took out a flask from his pocket & took a swig from it with apparent thirst. "You know, most soliders regard to their superior officers as 'sir'".
Duncan looked at the man & gave him his first wry smile in days. "Oh, come on. Isn't our little friendship past that?" he joked.
Jacob wasnt amused. "Well to be honest, you should be showing a bit more respect to the main reason why the Council's turning a blind eye on you".
The Corporal blinked at him in surprise. "You fought to keep me in XCOM? Why?". The Sergeant lowered his voice so that only Duncan could hear him. "You'll find out in time. Those people in command? They dont know how it feels. Facing those things, knowing what they'd do you if you gave them a chance. But you & me? We know how to fight them". Jacob stood up. "We never had this conversation" & with that he was gone.
Duncan now thought about what the Sergeant had said. Was he wrong to assume that it was himself at fault? All the Council had seemingly done was provide funding, & other wealthy benefactors could easily replace them. Did Jacob have method in his madness? But the thought quickly passed. It was basically treason. If the Sergeant wanted to try something like that, then he could do it on his own. Yet for some reason the Corporal hesitated to report this.
After a few more minutes a member of staff came over to his table. "Good morning, sir. Glad iv'e found you-" he then typed something on his data pad. "Just sent a notification to your new squadmates to meet you here".
"Thank you, officer. You are dismissed".
Duncan looked at his watch. 06:25.
Cast: [Closed]
T.Rakinson as Duncan Mcintosh
EpicVakarian as Elizaveta Ivanova
Orion Terrik as Jake Miller
Simus as Jennifer Scott
Skyrimsity as Ben Graham
Toxius as Brandon Barkley
TheCaptain as Dipprasad Dharmadhoj
***
05:45, 14/04/15
Sleeping Quarter 035, XCOM HQ
Rushing around the back of the truck to gain a better view of his target, Duncan rested his Assault Rifle against the hood of the vehicle, preparing his shot. It was imperative that he brought down the Muton, he could see it taking glances at O'Conner & glancing at one of its grenades, which hummed & released an unhealthy green glow. The hulking beast of an alien stood within an alleyway thats walls blocked his shot, as if it was anticipating an external threatT.Rakinson as Duncan Mcintosh
EpicVakarian as Elizaveta Ivanova
Orion Terrik as Jake Miller
Simus as Jennifer Scott
Skyrimsity as Ben Graham
Toxius as Brandon Barkley
TheCaptain as Dipprasad Dharmadhoj
***
05:45, 14/04/15
Sleeping Quarter 035, XCOM HQ
As O'Conner briefly jumped out of her cover to score a bodyshot on a local adversary, her mutated would-be attacker popped out from behind its cover, reaching for its Ordnance. Quickly as possible, Duncan pushed the trigger in, realeasing a wave of ballistic death at the Muton. Though some of the bullets richocheted harmlessly off of its thick body armour, a handful of bullets implanted themselves directly in its skull, instantly killing the alien before it could activate its explosives.
Having also neutralised her target, O'Conner looked on to see the Corporal give her the all clear gesture. Reloading her Shotgun, she began to rush towards his location, briefly passing the alleyway where Duncan's victim had gone down.
Suddenly, & without warning, a gargantum, armour plated crimson hand reached out from the opening, grabbing the woman by the neck, instantly snapping it, & throwing her limp body against the brick wall...
Duncan brust out of his bed, grabbing his Knife & slashing wildly through the air. After several seconds of blindly attacking the empty space with Lucy's jagged tip his panic subsided, & he collapsed back onto his bed.
His Insomnia had not passed, even though it had been almost a fortnight since the same fight he had dreamt about had occured. As he lay there, temporarily paralyzed by his forced awakening, Duncan tried to clear his mind of the flashback. He had to think positive. Today he could be going back into the field after a week of recovery, & with a new squad to supplement him. It would give him a chance to avenge Abbey...
At this Duncan had to shake his head slightly. His psychiatrist had warned him that mixing up his personal life with his job was undoubtably the cause of his sleepless nights. Still, it was hard for his blood not to boil whenever he saw the aliens, especially considering they were all identical.
As his head cleared & he retook control of his body Duncan grew bored of his solitude & made his way out of his quarters, stretching his arms & legs beforehand. Originally planning to head to the Gym, a deep growling in his stomach diverted his course towards the dining room.
Even at this hour there were plenty of people awake. Scientists, Communications officers, soliders & technicians were all in full swing; eating breakfast, discussing amongst social groups & planning their days. Recieving a few nods as he went over to the breakfast table, the Corporal made himself some toast & poured out some coffee.
Heading over to the table where he & his squadmates usually gathered, he sat down, feeling depressed. There were downsides to being a survivor. Not only had he been the only person to get out of their last Ops alive, but it had been a forced retreat. Not only could he not recover their bodies, but his abortion of the mission had lead to the Council questioning his continued presense in the XCOM project. It was a miracle he was still here, never mind him being made head of another squadron.
After a few minutes of ignoring his breakfast & occasionally sipping his coffee someone finally appeared in front of his table. It was the Sergeant Field. Either as a result of his beverage or his superior officer's intimidating presense Duncan wasnt sure, but he suddenly found himself shivering.
The Sergeant sat down next to him, & on closer inspection it appeared as though his night had not been any better than Duncan's. Despite Field's... unique opinion of the aliens, it was still obvious that he too had insomnia on their behalf. He yawned & then looked at the Sergeant.
"Morning Jacob".
In response he recieved a withering glance. The Sergeant took out a flask from his pocket & took a swig from it with apparent thirst. "You know, most soliders regard to their superior officers as 'sir'".
Duncan looked at the man & gave him his first wry smile in days. "Oh, come on. Isn't our little friendship past that?" he joked.
Jacob wasnt amused. "Well to be honest, you should be showing a bit more respect to the main reason why the Council's turning a blind eye on you".
The Corporal blinked at him in surprise. "You fought to keep me in XCOM? Why?". The Sergeant lowered his voice so that only Duncan could hear him. "You'll find out in time. Those people in command? They dont know how it feels. Facing those things, knowing what they'd do you if you gave them a chance. But you & me? We know how to fight them". Jacob stood up. "We never had this conversation" & with that he was gone.
Duncan now thought about what the Sergeant had said. Was he wrong to assume that it was himself at fault? All the Council had seemingly done was provide funding, & other wealthy benefactors could easily replace them. Did Jacob have method in his madness? But the thought quickly passed. It was basically treason. If the Sergeant wanted to try something like that, then he could do it on his own. Yet for some reason the Corporal hesitated to report this.
After a few more minutes a member of staff came over to his table. "Good morning, sir. Glad iv'e found you-" he then typed something on his data pad. "Just sent a notification to your new squadmates to meet you here".
"Thank you, officer. You are dismissed".
Duncan looked at his watch. 06:25.
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