Xcom IC

[Othermoose]

Xcom IC (open)

Roger Vesser, the commander of Xcom, stared at the Earth from his command position on the bridge of his ship, "The Acid Queen". Even after three years, he'd never gotten used to the changes to his home. The Earth was now surrounded by a think green smog, that obscured the view of the planet's surface from space. Roger ran his hand through his hair, thinking of how the surface had changed. The footage his teams had collected was disturbing. The skies black from the smog, the oceans and other bodies of water taking on a pinkish hue, strange red and purple plants growing from there ground where green grass used to be. Roger shuddered at the thought of his troopers going down to Earth.

"It has to be done, we found a pocket of survivors." The weary commander thought, watching the progress of the rescue team's ship as it flew towards the Earth. He looked over the profile of every member of the newly formed "Temple Squad". Roger had put the squad together for his newest major, Nick Temple. Roger gave a half smile at, what he thought, was a clever name that he'd given the squad.
Roger tapped a button and spoke into his comm.

"Major Temple, this is command. You're e.t.a. is twenty minutes. We're sending you to South America, a small city in Brazil to be specific. One of our scout drones picked up a distress beacon. We're guessing around twenty survivors in the area. Your main objective is to get everyone out, alive and fast. You should expect hostile forces on the ground, the enemy has undoubtedly picked the signal up by now. This is your squads' first mission, Nick, prove you've got what it takes, over." The commander's voice crackled in Nick's ear. "You can count on us, commander Vesser. We'll get those people out safely, over." Nick replied to his comm. "Alright Major Temple. Good luck out there. Command over and out."

Nick stood up, looking at his new squad. "That was command. We're going to Brazil, rescue mission. I don't care if this is you're hundredth mission, or if you're fresh out of training. We're going to do this fast. We're going to do this clean. And we're going to do this right." Nick said pacing in front of the new team. As far as Nick knew, this was the first time any of them had met. These troops had been hand picked by commander Vesser to form Temple Squad.

Nick stopped pacing, standing in the middle of the room. "I'm the commander for this mission and this squad, in case you haven't figured that out yet. I'm major Nick Temple. I've read all of your files, but there's only so much you can learn from paper. If this is going to be an effective unit, I'm going to need to know how to best utilize your skills."

Nick paused for a moment. He'd never been good at introductions. Barking orders in a fire fight, he could handle, but meeting his new team was a different matter. He had to stay strict though. His team had to respect him. They couldn't see a young man in charge of his first squad. They had to see a fearless, battle hardened leader. Which wasn't that much of a stretch. Nick had seen combat, three years worth of it. He wasn't green by any means.

"I need to know your names, and skill set. I need to know where to put you, and why. We've got civilians down there counting on us to rescue them. We will not fail this mission." Nick said before returning to his seat. He raised his hand at the first soldier, indicting they give their introduction to the rest of the team.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Glancing down the line of soldiers seated around her, exchanging smiles with those she'd met socially a few time aboard ship, Bones spotted a familiar face seated across the gangway. Winking over at the MEC trooper she licked her lips and blew the girl a kiss.

The two of them had spent the previous night together in her quarters tracking down a transient nerve pain the poor, cybernetically enhanced woman had been suffering from the last few weeks. Eventually, after a very thorough examination, Bones had discovered the problem lay in the girl's crotch, but after a vigorous therapeutic massage both of them had felt a lot better.

They'd arranged to meet up for a drink in the Undercarriage, a below-deck strip club normally reserved for commissioned officers only, so they could discuss a more long term series of therapy sessions which should ensure the condition didn't return.

Clearing her throat Bones turned towards the rest of the troops to address them with a strong, steady voice which spoke of fearlessness and courage, undermined only by how fucking horny she was getting in anticipation for the first real action she'd seen in months. "I'm Captain McCarthy, callsign Bones," she told the captive audience.

"Technically I'm second in command here, but since I'm also a medtech I'll mostly be deferring to those with actual combat experience for tactical advice and guidance. And don't worry if you don't see me down on the ground, I'll be around." As she spoke Bones held up her arms and triggered the portion of the cloaking armour attached to the sleeve. Waving the limb in the air it seemed to fade out of existence, blending into the background almost flawlessly.

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Waiting until the Captain took her seat once more Ironside rose to her feet, her cheeks still blushing slightly at the familiar greeting of the senior officer. While it was true the two women had spent the night together Ironside much preferred to keep such matter private, rather than declaring her sexuality to the whole squad with such public displays of affection.

With a grinding of gears she turned towards the men seated around her, her eyes drifting form face to face for a moment before she finally began to speak. "I'm Angela Spica, Sergeant. Callsign Ironside," she said simply, not wanting to impose herself too much on the rest of the squad, especially when they should be concentrating on preparing their equipment rather than engaging in some stupid 'meet and greet' only minutes before touching ground.

"I'll be piloting the Assault support Sentinel, backing you up with some heavy firepower." Nodding towards the back of the bay the terse Italian indicated the large heavy mechanical armoured unit currently stowed and charging, ready to be dropped groundside ahead of the rest of the party to secure the LZ. Some might consider her job one of the riskiest on the squad, since she'd be the first one exposed to any enemies who may be waiting for them, but Ironside was confident that the heavy protective plating and weapons fitted to her mean machine she'd be safe enough until the 'squishies' caught up with her.

 

[Stalzyn]

The Clone: Eagle

As Ironside finished her intro, he rose. The only sophisticated hi-tech clone created by XCOM. As a clone of a sergeant marine in the 90s, Truke's experience on the field was without question. He was a tool the commander specifically called upon to be in this squad. But so was every one seated in the room.
"I am Truke Eagle, callsign Eagle." he stated and paused to take in the faces of his new teammates. He found himself wondering how good they were, sure they all look tough, yes, but so were the opposition they were going to encounter. He was almost certain everyone on the ship was hardboiled which could pose a hard nut when it falls to obeying orders and taking advice.
"As an assault soldier, reconnaissance and drawing of enemy's fire is my specialty. I have been on many missions, many even..." his eyes travelled round the room "...before any of you were born or..." his gaze rested on Ironside, "...even made. But nevertheless, i wish to learn a thing or two from you all on this mission."

 

[sexnovella]

Mr P

The intelligent young adult mr P didn't look like the average Scandinavian with his nicely cut redish brown hair, mustage and beard. Patrick's long and slim body was inexperienced but he was a trained marksman.

"Major, I'm your sniper Patrick Larson and I'll follow your orders."

Nick Temple nodded at him and he listened to what the other soldiers in his team had to say. Mr P hated the aliens that had damaged the Earth's atmosphere and environment.

Patrick looked at sergant Angela Spica and smiled at her but he didn't fancy cyborgs. His turqouise eyes were stuck on the beautiful captain McCarthy. Mr P had a thing for female medics but he never dared to talk to her.

The commander Roger Vesser was certain that his army would be successful but he was worried that the first misson would be very difficult since it could develop to a jungle war.

 

[Stalzyn]

Snow Sarge

The hoarse voice of the large hulk of a man bellowed in the room as he spoke.
"the name is Lyden Snow...callsign Snow Sarge, and i'm a badass alien-fucker." throwing his overly large modified PMG (plasma machine gun) onto his shoulder, he continued. "i ain't gonna talk much...'cos i ain't some goddamn sissy boyscout on a war game. I do heavy. That's where my white human ass falls in," he paused, ran his fingers through his snow white hair and glanced at his teammates. A smile appeared on his face as he continued, "so when we get down to that hell hole, don't even think twice about leaving some ugly globs for my cat here." he patted his double mouthed modified PGM for emphasis.
He looked at the Major, and nodded to indicate that he was done. The Major nodded back, relieving him back to his seat.

 

[Othermoose]

Nick silently drank in his teams' introductions. He noticed captain McCarthy's wink to Sergeant Spica, as well private Larson's apparent infatuation with the team's medic. "Great, five minutes in and I'm already going to have to deal with fraternization." He thought despairingly. "At least they seem combat ready." He thought standing up.

"Alright. Here's the plan. Captain McCarthy and myself will be in charge of moving and protecting the civilians. While we escort the civilians to the ship, captain Truke, sergeant Snow, and Sergeant Spica will hold off enemy forces. While we're all moving I want private Larson to move to a vantage point and cover the team. As I said before, the priority is the civilians. Kill as many aliens as you can, but once we have the civilians safely aboard the ship, we're leaving. Now suit up, we'll arrive soon." Nick said before putting on his heavy Titan armor and loading his alloy cannon.

 

[sexnovella]

Mr P

"Major, point where you want me to go and I shall fly there. I'll love to shoot any enemy and keep you safe. I won't let you down, Sir."

Patrick was pleased to know that he would be able to take his revenge on those extraterrestral monsters while defending the precious McCarthy and her team mates.

This operation needed long distance attacks and it was genius by the major to put his crush in the same group because he didn't seem to care about anybody else.

Mr P cleaned and polished his customized plasma rifle and flying suit. Patrick was as prepared and ready he could be without real battle experience.

 

[Jezebel1669]

"...i'm a badass alien-fucker."

"You're not the only one," Bones muttered to herself as she unhooked the charge cable from the socket behind her seat and strapped herself in tightly, just the way she liked it. The final drop from orbit could get rough, a straight ride down through heavy G which caught rip a person apart inside without leaving a scratch on their armour or skin, and Bones of all people knew what it was like to have her innards messed around with.

Reaching down to her pack she quickly unhooked a hypospray and pressed it to her neck, injecting a fresh compound of her own devising, a little something to help make the fight go with a bang, for her at least. Shaking her head as her vision began to blur Bones felt her heart pick up its pace as the chemicals rushed through her system, heightening every part of her body as they went.

Finally she reached over for the rifle, stowed in place beside her seat for the death drop insertion, and quickly checked the readouts on the plasma containment. Some people laughed at her choice of the lighter model rifle, but more times than she could count Bones had found the old girl not only more accurate at longer ranges but also more reliable than the newer, heavier models. What it lacked in punch, it more than made up for in staying power, something both she and the weapon had in common.

"Good to go, five-by-five," the medic called out as her ghost armour flicked and faded, preparing for a stealth deployment just as soon as they hit dirt. Tapping a control on her arm she pulled up a holographic map of the area, taken from topological scans performed from orbit before the drop. Pointing to a cluster of tall rock outcroppings to the north of the drop site, as well as an old mining facility to the east she nodded over at Larson with a friendly smile. "Looks like there's two good vantage points there and there. Both should give good views both ways down the valley, and you shouldn't have too much trouble climbing them with that suit of yours."

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With a weary sigh Ironside unstrapped herself from her seat and moved to the back of the passenger compartment. After a quick status check to ensure everything was in working order she turned her back to the hulking war machine and activated the transponder set in the back of her neck, signalling the handshake protocols to bring the beast to life.

With a robotic growl the Sentinel rose up from the ground, its armoured shell peeling back to reveal the slot designed specifically to fit around Ironside's modified physiology. Automated arms set into the ceiling reached down and peeled away her own armour, unfastening her artificial limbs and unhooking the protective plates which kept the part of her which was still human safe.

Few a few seconds her biological body hung from the supporting cables as the interface harness unfolded from inside the Sentinel, exposing her female form to the whole squad until the harness swung down to wrap itself around her. Data interface needles drilled into the sockets set into her spine and shoulders linking her nervous system directly into the heavy weapons platform.

Blinking her eyes Ironside's senses were suddenly overcome with extra input as special implants within her retina synced up with the information feeds coming from the MEC. Status information and targeting reticles snapped up in her line of sight,and as she flexed her 'fingers' she heard the enhanced ionic railgun mounted on 'her' arm cycle and charge, ready for action.

With a quick command, fed through the data links directly into the transport's computer system, Ironside disconnected the fuel pumps and power cables from her mech with a series of mechanical snaps which left the suit surrounded by a halo of drifting steam.

Turning her massive armoured body towards the CO Ironside lifted her Kinetic Strike Module in salute as she addressed him. "Permission to disembark, Sir?"

 

[sexnovella]

Mr P

"Yes captain, I'll scout the area and find the most secure hiding place."

Mr P smiled and took a good look at McCathy's body before he took off and flew towards the strategic points. Patrick made sure that he stayed high up in the air to avoid direct contact with any hostile creatures.

Mr P almost got hit by a plasma shot when he passed across the valley. The shot came from the opposite side of the city and Patrick suspected that something was going to attack the civilians.

Mr P chose to land on the most unreachable point and found a good place where his weapon got great support between the rocks but he couldn't find any enemies with his laser sight.

 

[Stalzyn]

Snow Sarge couldn't help but whistle on seeing the naked torso of the cybernated girl called Ironside. Whether she be human or cyborg was of no matter to him. Those tits look real enough and his mouth water from just the thought of mawing on it.
Now in earth's atmosphere and with Mr P detached, the ship descended steathily towards the rocky ground.
Unhooking the charger cable behind his seat, Snow Sarge stood and walked upto Tank. His large hand gripped Tank's shoulder as he beckoned.
"c'mon laddie, the battle is out there not on your sit..." throwing the cat over his shoulder and walking towards the exit. "...and i ain't gonna babysit your ass down there."
Standing at the closed shaft, he ran his fingers through his snow white hair again. He chuckled as another heavy joined him.
As an heavy, there were gonna be the first to taste whatever was cooking down there. That didn't bother him though, he was battle ready as always.

 

[Othermoose]

Nick respectfully averted his eyes as Ironside got into her mech suit. Bones caught his attention as she injected something into her neck. "I'll have to talk to her about that." Nick thought as the ship entered the atmosphere. He watched as private Larson opened the bay doors and flew to a rock outcropping, already drawing fire.

"Alright! We're already underfire! I want Spica, Snow, Truke, and Tank on the ground now." Nick shouted as the ship descended to hover over the Main Street of the small city. "Intel said to expect sectoids, floaters, and maybe some mutons, so watch each others' backs. If we're here too long we might get heavier opposition. Once you're out, hold the line. Captain McCarthy and myself will be going to the mining facility at the edge of this town. That's the closest point we've traced the distress signal to. I want you to hold the aliens in the city, don't let any of them get through. Once we've got the civilians onboard we'll pick you up there." Nick pointed to a small three story building with easy roof acess. "Good luck out there, don't get killed. Now move!" Nick shouted as his team jumped to the street.

After the soldiers were clear the ship rose once again and flew towards the mining facility. Nick walked over to Captian McCarthy. "What did you just inject into your neck?" Nick asked her, not wanting her to be high and compromise the mission. The ship would be at the mining facility in about thirty seconds, but Nick had to be certain McCarthy was in fighting condition, and not addled by some drug.

 

[Stalzyn]

Now on the street, the four man unit made their stand at the city's exit. Using giant drums and metal scraps they made a barricade. Using titanium alloy they covered the barricade.
As the highest in rank, Eagle took charge of the operation.
"Tank i want you between those walls, Snow stay there, Stuke you and i are behind the barricade."
The men huddled to their assigned position, their weapons drawn and alive in their hands.
"no one gets killed on my watch..." he barked at the two heavy's in ahead of the barricade. "don't stay there and play hero when the place get too hot."
The first enemy seen coming out from the corner was a sectoid. And then two more, and then their contingent.
"hold your fire...on my mark we send this nuggets to their world above." he said. He noticed the chained connection "merge mind!" he alerted his unit.
"a 163 yards away, 4 way west and 13 way east...i can take 'em out." Snow said from the corner.
"No we'll live that to Mr P. Our focus should be on those Floaters"

 

[Jezebel1669]

As the Major barked out orders to the squad Bones quickly pulled up the holographic map and noted the possible locations of the incoming fire down below. Cross-referencing the information with the topographical intel she quickly determined that the group of aliens were coming in from the south-west quadrant, but without further information couldn't narrow down their location any more accurately.

For a moment she considered ordering Mr P to break cover and draw the opponents' fire, but she quickly rejected the idea. The sniper was too valuable an asset covering the streets and outskirts of the city where he was to risk losing to such a maverick tactic. Better to just leave him on overwatch until the aliens made their move, and hope they weren't packing any ordnance heavy enough to simply wipe out the town and be done with it.

"What did you just inject into your neck?"

Holding up the injector Bones let the CO examine the vial with a smile. "Standard-issue combat stims, Sir," she answered respectfully, "They're designed to heighten perception and focus during combat and have proven to help deflect Psi attacks. Plus they leave a wonderful tingling sensation in the nipples." She added with a wink.

Bones knew something like this would be coming, ever since her last CO had made the damn note in her file. Combat stims were great for battlefield use, but even better when mixed up with a few other chems and served up internally through her vaginal walls. The orgasms she'd had while perfecting the mix simply blew her away, as well as the commanders who'd helped her experiment.

Unfortunately the hard ass in her last post had preferred ass himself, and when she'd made the offer which every other officer she'd fought with had readily accepted he'd put her on report and referred her to the unit psych for evaluation. Luckily the female doctor in charge of the evaluation had quickly come to see the advantages of the cocktail herself, and was soon just as pleased with its performance after cumming to see its value to the morale of the troops.

Bringing her thoughts back to the mission at hand Bones waved down at the map hovering in the air in front of her. "Sir, might I suggest moving Ironside up to help cover the south-east? The fire came from that direction and she'd be best suited to help secure Mr P's position in case the BEMs try to ambush him."

With her speed and armour Ironside could probably of held the position all by herself, but the site really held no tactical value, other than the lines of sight across the area which the sniper would be best suited to make use of than anyone else on the squad.

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"Alright! We're already underfire! I want Spica, Snow, Truke, and Tank on the ground now."

As soon as she heard the order Ironside signaled the ship's computer to open the hatch and disengage the grav-harness. A moment later her armoured shell was falling towards the ground, the transport shrinking overhead as the small thruster units on her MEC fired to slow her descent. The boost they gave was enough to prevent her armour taking any damage as she hit the ground, but the same couldn't be said for the trees she smashed through on the way down, which shattered apart as she struck it with her powered fist, before powering down to crate the earth below.

Quickly spinning round the MEC Trooper ensured the site was secured before signalling the transport to land, letting the rest of her contingent join her as they moved deeper into the city.

There was little for Ironside to do as she watched the rest of the team pile up the debris to form a defensive barricade. Her 'hand' was designed more for smashing such structures apart rather than building them up, plus her own armoured plating offered far better protection than the scrap metal and empty drums could. Instead she turned her attention to the surrounding streets, holding her Railgun steady as she cycled the grenade launcher, ensuring it was ready to provide cover if required.

As an assault specialist Angela was more used to charging towards the enemy rather than cowering away from them, but given the circumstances she could understand the danger of being drawn out of position by an enemy feint which could leave whatever survivors there were in the ruins vulnerable to a flanking attack.

The first enemy seen coming out from the corner was a sectoid. And then two more, and then their contingent.

As the diminutive aliens approached Ironside spun round and started lighting up the firing solution for a grenade attack. With so many of the little bastards clustered together it would be easy enough to cause some critical wounds with a single attack, but just as she was about to launch the round she heard Eagle calling to hold fire.

Ironside growled inside her armour, eager to take the creatures out quickly, before any of them could send a psychic burst back to their commander to let them know where the X-COM forces were set up, but she respected the chain of command and held her fire as instructed, the grenade launcher clattering loudly as it chambered a fresh round just in case.

 

[Othermoose]

Nick raised his eyebrow at Bones's comment about her nipples. "We'll have a more in depth discussion about your usage of stims later. And I'm going to look at your file a little more thoroughly. I don't like stims, and I don't like my team using them. They're a crutch, a good solider shouldn't need them. But I guess I'll just have to take what I can get right now." Nick said turning away from the medic, and activating his comm.

"Sergeant Spica, clear the area, if it isn't already, and cover Private Larson on the south-east approach." Nick said into his comm before turning and looking back at Bones. "Captain McCarthy saw a flaw in my plan. This will help you not to get flanked. Temple out." Nick said into his comm, hoping Bones understood that Nick acknowledged the good and bad actions of the team, including his own mistakes.

Nick felt the ship shudder underneath his feet as it landed. "Alright Captain. You'll be moving first, you're cloaking will be essential here. I'll follow you, and watch your back. Once we enter the facility, we're going to check the rooms until we've cleared the facility and rescued every civilian." Nick said before stepping off the ship.

He scanned the area as Bones ran forward, her lithe body disappearing into the background as she ran towards the door. Nick waited until the door opened before sprinting forward. He entered the building, and heard the tell tale hum of Bones's scanner, as she searched for signs of the civilians' body heat. "You find them, I'll follow your lead." Nick whispered in the general direction of Bones's humming scanner.

 

[sexnovella]

Xcom

The skinny, grey creatures with big black eyes and plasma weapons had surrounded the city and the ground units didn't know this. Mr P spotted them and was forced to snap shot as fast as possible.

The first shots injured two Sectoids, one shot missed and the one that aimed at McCarthy was instantly killed. The surviving aliens fled and hid in the tropical forest. Patrick hoped that they wouldn't call for back up.

Mr P feared that this could be a terror attack that included the powerful flying Cyberdiscs and mighty Sectoid leaders with strong PSI abilities but they seemed to be very poorly armoured.

 

[TertiusHuman]

Tank

Coming to his feet, blaster in hand, he was ready to go the moment the order was given. Mark was not much of a talker, in fact he preferred his weapons or fists to do the talking for him. Once dirt-side, he took up the position that was ordered to him. Checking and double-checking his heavy plasma and ammunition, he knew that the perimeter will get hot and soon, no matter how fast they were supposed to be.

Cocking the rifle, he hunkered down, waiting. This was the only time he was good at waiting, when it comes to waiting for those green fuckers to come into range of his righteous fury, then he had all the time in the world to wait for them. He forgot to state the obvious though, "Tank in position." There, sorted out.

 

[Jezebel1669]

"Alright Captain. You'll be moving first, you're cloaking will be essential here. I'll follow you, and watch your back. Once we enter the facility, we're going to check the rooms until we've cleared the facility and rescued every civilian."

Blended with the shadows Bones moved as quickly as she could stepping through broken doorways and rubble piles carefully so as not to disturb anything and give away her position as she watched her scanner for any sign of life. A couple of times she sent a comm blip to let the Major know she'd found something, but the first turned out only to be a cat and the second a nest of rats which had gnawed their way inside the long-dead carcass of a much larger animal, a cow or horse by the looks of the bones.

Finally a clear signal came through and Bones darted into cover before lowering her cloak, her lithe body melting back into view as she used hand signals to summon the Major over to her side. "I've definitely found something this time," she assured him, although her tone didn't sound quite as certain as her words, "Unless that's the largest damn rat nest in history."

Pointing at the holographic map Bones quickly relayed the scanner readings to the emitter, overlaying the mixture of thermal, acoustic and chemical analyses until a solid mass seemed to form inside the building across the compound from where they were. It made sense when she looked over at where the signal was coming from, the structure looked as though it was some sort of repurposed military bunker, with thick concrete walls and a single entry point on the front large enough for a transport truck to easily pass through.

The armoured doors she would've expected to see sealing the access point closed were missing, but as she activated her suit's zoom focus she saw that the frames were still intact and that there were signs that someone had taken the time to carefully dismantle the mechanisms designed to hold the doors in place against an enemy assault. Unless the aliens had been very meticulous in their assault it was far more likely that the doors had been removes week, months or even years before they ever arrived.

"Should I check it out?" The captain asked her CO, gesturing at the wide open area in front of the bunker which would make a perfect killing ground for any enemy snipers set up around the area. With virtually no cover and only a few scrub weeds pocking up between the cracks in the tarmaced surface her cloaking device would give the best chance of making it across undetected, but even that stealth advantage may not be enough if their enemies were watching the place closely enough.

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"Sergeant Spica, clear the area, if it isn't already, and cover Private Larson on the south-east approach."

"Yessir!" The MEC trooper called out with obvious passion, turning her armoured chassis to face the enemy horde. The first grenade did just what she intended it to do, dropping down right in the centre of the pack and immediately blowing apart two of the creatures, as well as injuring several more. Stepping forwards carefully Ironside pumped shot after shot from her railgun into the survivors, one shot one kill, until every last one of the bulbous headed invaders was left smeared over the road.

"Area cleared, heading to checkpoint," she reported in as she kicked in the mobility enhancements of her suit and rammed her fist into a nearby wall. The quickest route to Mr P would be a straight line, and with her powered armour there was no need to waste time going around buildings. As she smashed her way through structure after structure Ironside scanned the streets for any sign of alien activity, but either due to luck on her part or the fact that the small, physically weak aliens were choosing to keep their distance from the armoured behemoth she soon made it to the south-east corner of the city without any major delays.

Slowing her pace as she stepped into the jungle the MEC trooper scanned the treeline carefully before making her way over the the rock formation and signalling up to the sniper high above. "Hey there Longarm, how's it hanging?"

 

[sexnovella]

Patrick was happy to see Ironside and pleased to have saved MacCarthy from a certain death. He was grateful for her defence but a naked body attached to a machine wasn't his kink.

"Sergeant, I feel great and I am no longer a rookie. One Sectoid ran away to its ship and left. We should save the citizens and leave this place quickly before they come back with a larger army and use heavy weapons."

 

[Othermoose]

Nick studied the map intently, his attentive mind going over the various strategies he could utilize. This entire mission was beginning to feel like a trap, but Nick couldn't leave until he was certain that there were no civilians. Even if there was only one person to rescue, it was worth the risk to find that person.

"It doesn't look like there are any other ways back there, and that's not a position I want you in, but even if there's the slightest chance to save a civilian, we have to take it. Just keep low, and move slowly. I'll wait at the door. If something starts shooting I'll cover you while you get out of there. I don't like it, but this seems like our best option." Nick said quietly to Bones after he studied the map.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Cpt. Hilary 'Bones' McCarthy - Northern Mining Complex

Nodding her head in agreement Bones reached out and patted the Major's hip. "Just do me a favour and switch to your plasma pistol," she asked with a smile, "At this type of range the alloy isn't going to be worth shit."

Before he had a chance to respond Bones turned away, activating her stealth camo and blending into the background. Even though he knew where she was Temple had difficulties tracking her movements once the medic had passed through the door, and Bones tried to keep to the shadows and cover of the building for as long as she could before eventually reaching the corner where the wide service road separated the bunker from the rest of the complex.

Taking a moment Bones checked her plasma rifle to make sure it was fully charged and ready to fire before slowly tilting her head around the edge of the structure to make sure there was nothing hiding there just out of sight to catch her unawares.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Sgt. Angela 'Ironside' Spica - South-east quadrant, jungle periphery

"Sergeant, I feel great and I am no longer a rookie. One Sectoid ran away to its ship and left. We should save the citizens and leave this place quickly before they come back with a larger army and use heavy weapons."

"Don't worry kid," Ironside called up at Mr P as her eyes scanned the undergrowth nearby for any movement other than the wind. "I'm sure the Major will have us back in plenty of time for you to make another pass at the good doctor."

The terrain was beginning to make Ironside a little uncomfortable. The MEC had originally been intended as an urban assault vehicle to work alongside squads working in densely built cities where tank, APC and other armoured vehicles wouldn't be able to maneuver safely and as the rumble crumbled beneath her feet the MEC Trooper was all too aware just how unstable her position was right now.

"You sure you don't see anything from up there?" The sergeant asked, her voice more than a little nervous, "This place is jut too damn quiet. It gives me a bad feeling about all of this."

Nervously Ironside triggered her grenade launcher ammo feed, quickly switching her standard cartridges for a WP rounds, before rethinking their choice and switching out for HE instead. The incendiaries would work wonderfully for the first shot, but after that the dry vegetation could spark a forest fire the team we're equipped to fight. At least the explosive rounds would simply destroy everything wherever they landed, wiping out any chance of fire along with whatever happened to be within a few meters of it all at once.

 

[Othermoose]

Carlos watched as his boss, Razor, furiously fucked Maria's throat. "Girl don't know how to get raped." Carlos thought as the young woman smiled up at the drug lord and gently fondled his balls. "I got 'er next!" Carlos shouted, exiting the small house his crew was occupying. Carlos pulled a cigarette from his pocket as he walked towards the gates.

Just as Carlos turned the corner, Bones stuck her head around the gate. Their eyes met for a moment before Carlos pulled a laser pistol from a holster. "Hands up, bitch!" He shouted walking towards Bones. "Get out here, nice and slow. If I see a weapon I'll blow your pretty little head off." Carlos called to her.

Carlos smiled when, after a moment of hesitation, Bones slowly walked towards him, her hands raised high above her head. "Damn girl, you're a fine little thing, we're gonna have fun with you." Carlos said walking forward and taking Bones's weapons. "Ever been fucked by three guys at once? Cuz your about to take seven cocks in every hole you got." Carlos said directing Bones to the gang's house.

Razor watched as Carlos walked in with a beautiful woman in advanced armor. Razor gave a low whistle. "Well well well, what have we here? A fresh whore to fuck?" Razor rasped as he walked over to Bones. He grabbed her face in his hand before slowly licking her cheek. "I'm getting bored with that tired cunt in the corner." He growled, nodding his head towards Maria. "We're gonna fuck you 'till you can't walk, red. Now lose that armor." Razor said sticking two fingers into Bones's mouth before stepping back, waiting to see of she'd put up a fight.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Cpt. Hilary 'Bones' McCarthy - Northern Residential District

At first Bones thought twice about stripping off her armour, after all she was supposedly a highly trained soldier with the most advanced weaponry in human hands anywhere on the planet. As her eyes wandered over to the girl in the corner, her black skin naked and exposed, glistening with what seemed like weeks' worth of dried semen which spoke of torment and torture the nature of wish made Bones's heart race, the medic realised that she couldn't let them use the girl as leverage against her.

Reaching up slowly, so as not to provoke any unnecessary violence, Bones carefully unclipped the shoulder sections of her gear, lifting them off before handing them to one of the guards. Next she bent down and began unfastening her boots, and felt one of the men slip their hand between her legs to cup her crotch. It took all her self-control not to rub herself against the man's fingers, as she'd done so many times in the past when caught in a similar pose, and instead concentrated on loosening the reinforced armour plating covering her legs.

Her chest plate was next, and as soon as it pulled away she felt the hands moving in to grope her F-cup breast. "Fucking hell, would you look at these!" One of the men exclaimed as his fingers pulled at Bones's nipple through the skintight armourweave underlay of her battlesuit. The rough touch sent shivers down her spine and the medic could feel her juices rubbing against the inner lining of the body suit.

It wasn't a problem for long though. SHe was about to ask one of the guards for help unfastening the back of the costume when one of the men found the release himself. Yanking hard he pulled the high-tech nanofabric down over Bones's chest, exposing her breasts for his friends as their hands grabbed and groped at her heavy tits.

"Fuck boss, we could live off these things for a year," one of them laughed, using both his hands to squeeze Bones's breast between then, letting the soft, yielding flesh slip between his fingers before grabbing them again. "She must be the milkiest whore I've ever seen." Before she could stop him the man was bending down and sucking her nipple into his mouth, suckling on it noisily as he gripped the teat with his teeth and ground it hard. Bones gasped, the mixture of pleasure and pain making her legs weak.

Luckily one of the men noticed the medic losing her footing and with amazing foresight slipped his hand down between her legs, his fingers probing between her damp lips for a moment before he stuffed two of the thick digits up inside her cunt. Holding her full body weight in his hand the man began to work his fingers around inside the tight hole, teasing Bones's inner walls as her juices dripped down onto her uniform.

"Enough playtime, bring the whore here," Razor barked out from where he sat on his customary chair. He liked to call it his throne, the old heavy wooden frame which was once used to electrocute prisoners now converted for a far more pleasurably end.

Lifting the medic high between them, their hands sinking into her soft, pliant asscheeks, the men carried her over to the chair and held her in place over their king's cock as he slowly stroked it with one hand. The third guard, who'd remained silent throughout the games, reached forwards and unfastened the heavy metal clamps originally designed to hold a convicts arms in place. Lowering Bones down the guards quickly fastened the restraints around her thighs, trapping her in place with their king's cock now pressing directly against her vulva.

"You're my bitch now, whore," Razor said as he grabbed Bones roughly by the waist with both hands and pushed her down hard, his dick plunging into her dripping pussy as she threw back her head and screamed with passionate release.

 

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Xcom

"Sergeant, the Captain has disappeared and I haven't seen her for a long time. I am worried that something has happened to McCarthy. You know that explosives are useless against Cyberdiscs and large UFOs, right? I think it would be great if the medic could give me a treatment to make me relax and feel good. Don't you get stressed, nevous and panic when you are on the battlefield, Ironside? Doesn't it hurt a lot to be connected with a machine? I don't want to lose you if we get overun by an alien horde."

 

[Jezebel1669]

Sgt. Angela 'Ironside' Spica - South-east quadrant, jungle periphery

Ironside wasn't too worried about the Captain, she was far more concerned that at any minute an alien battleship may appear overhead, raining fire from the skies. Her battle chassis was tough, but there wasn't much she could do against weapons designed to carry out an orbital bombardment.

"Isn't disappearing exactly what the Captain is supposed to do?" The MEC Trooper asked, her sensors alternating between watching the forest around them and the cloudless sky above, "With that ghost armour of hers she could be standing right next to you, fingering her tight little pussy, and you won't even know it."

It was a little mean to play with the boy's affections like that, the entire squad knew about the crush the young man had on their medic, well apart from the medic herself it seemed. Right now though Ironside was beginning to feel a little exposed, even with her body fully encased ion the heavy armour of her MEC. SOmething was off about this whole operation and she just couldn't stand waiting for the other shoe to drop.