Silver cirrus clouds, thin brushstrokes against the night sky, hung above the darkened forest. Only a few amorous crickets disturbed the quiet. A crescent moon and its attendant stars lit the earth. And then one of the stars began to move, slowly, meanderingly, as though it were looking for something: a peripatetic, periwinkle pinpoint. From beyond the horizon another star appeared, moving quickly, the same yellow-white as the sun itself. It flew straight towards the first star. Briefly, they danced, one pursuing the other. Bright lights volleyed back and forth between them. A sudden burst of orange signaled the end of the hunt.
The Interceptor, Raven 4, turned around and flew back to base, while the purple star grew larger and larger. The UFO plummeted out of the sky and made impact, smashing through the trees as though they were toothpicks, leaving a scorched, smoldering corridor through the forest in its wake. It struck the ground, skipping gracefully like a stone thrown across a pond, skidding along the earth, and finally coming to rest near a lake, its leading edge half buried in a small hill, its hull steaming in the cool, spring air. The forest, temporarily silenced by the crash, slowly returned to life.
Within mere hours, a Skyranger had taken off from a continent away and arrived at the crash site, littered with embers and debris. The bulbous jet landed with a deft grace that defied its appearance, its turbines roaring as it gently lowered itself onto solid ground. Its rear door yawned open, and four soldiers walked out, weapons drawn, alert to the dangers waiting for them unseen in the woods, the dangers they were here to eliminate. Earth and humanity itself were under attack by a new, unknown enemy. Alien abductions and terror attacks were a fact of life as they aliens struck all over the world. Only XCOM, the Extraterrestrial Combat Initiative, the shield and sword of mankind, sworn to protect humanity and defeat its extraterrestrial attackers, had the potential to stop them.
The soldiers emerged in a small clearing. In one direction led the smoldering trail of broken trees left behind by the UFO as it crashed. "Ich denke, dass wir das UFO gefunden haben," Captain Friedrich Jünger, a veteran of the Kommando Spezialkräfte, reported back to base.
At XCOM Headquarters, the translation team immediately set to work. A truly international organization, XCOM had been expanded from a small core in urgent haste as the gravity of the alien invasion became apparent to the governments of earth. Unfortunately, this rapid creation had left a number of weaknesses in the organization, including a lack of a common language among the soldiers and staff. With personnel from all over the globe, a way to keep communication flowing was urgently needed, and during missions, when speed and accuracy were of the essence, Esperanto was used as an interlingua to bridge the gap. "Mi pensas, ke ni trovis la nifo," reported Jünger's translator.
"I think that we've found the UFO," the other translators reported into their own languages.
"Roger that, Strike One," replied Central Officer Bradford from the base. "Major Kim, you're authorized to assault the crash site. Exercise extreme caution and expect heavy resistance: we don't know how many hostiles survived the crash."
"Yes, sir," replied Ji Hye Kim. "Raven, cover us," she ordered.
Lieutenant Shivani Gavde nodded. She had joined XCOM two months ago, after an alien abduction raid on her hometown of Kanpur. Her home had been razed, her friends and family killed or worse, her city ruined. She was left with nothing but her anger and a burning desire for revenge. XCOM had found her in the rubble and taken her in for medical treatment, and once she recovered, she had volunteered for service. Since that awful day, she had inscribed the name of one of her lost loved ones on every bullet she aimed at the enemy. She had yet to run out.
Gavde took up her position behind a felled log and set up her Accuracy International AS50 sniper rifle. The rest of the squad inched forward, moving between cover. Gavde followed them with her sights, looking for any movement. She clenched her teeth and flexed her trigger finger, hungry for battle.
The UFO gradually came into view, a fat, squat disk the color of mercury, its force fields shimmering blue. A large hole had been shorn through one side. Equipment lay haphazardly outside the craft. A faint, deep, almost soothing hum filled the air.
Kim whistled. "Still in one piece. That thing must be strong."
An insectoid chittering broke the calm. "We've got contact!" Sergeant Eric McAllister shouted. "Two ETs, one o'clock!"
Two Sectoids looked up from the glowing pod they were examining. Their metallic, burnt orange eyes glistened in the moonlight, their chests glowing gold through an apparent fissure underneath their flesh. Their veins could be seen through their sickly grey skin. They lopped awkwardly behind a piece of wreckage. From behind the wreckage, ghostly purple and indigo tendrils appeared, arcing across the air.
One of the Sectoids, his oversized skull glowing violet, lit from the inside, peered out from behind the wreckage and raised his arm, firing a bolt of plasma at Jünger. A brilliant green beam shot towards him, superheated gas smoking off its surface as it just barely missed him, striking the tree behind him and causing it to explode as the plasma vaporized the water inside. "Scheiße! Looks like they're mind-melding," he observed. "Get into cover!"
"Raven, do you have a shot on them?" radioed Kim.
Gavde aimed her rifle at where the arcs would converge behind the Sectoids' cover. She exhaled slowly, squeezed the trigger, and fired. Her rifle bucked against her shoulder and the bullet burrowed through the thin, metal wall. The Sectoid screeched and collapsed, green ichor leaking from its mouthless face. The second Sectoid screamed, scrabbling furiously at its skull, bent over double in pain until, with a brief flash, it, too, expired, without a single mark upon its body, its mind destroyed from its partner's death. "X-ray down," Gavde informed Kim, chambering a new round, inscribed with the name Urvashi Prakash.
"Thanks," she replied.
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