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Welcome to Earth

Strange weapons fire Goa India

TEAM: Mulder, Marius, Guy, Ahmo, Tsai-Chen

‘Wheels up’ in Sky Ranger: VTOL
Special Motion Sickness Drugs
Briefing: Local police have pulled back,
Something still going on in Police Station
Building surrounded by Police
Team roped down 100’ out West side
Team moves closer in to building
Nothing on roof
Guy at door, spies hallway through glass door
Hear noise, movement within, report to team
Guy moves in, four spotted, flee into rooms
Guy shoots Assault Carbine at one, Killing it
Guy shot, killed
Tsai-Chen recon’s police garage, enters
Marius enters garage
Ahmo and Mulder behind cars in street
Grey moves towards west exit past Guy into Ahmo’s overwatch
Ahmo shoots Assault Carbine, kills Grey
Tsai-Chen, moves, spots Grey in hall, shoots and kills
Team notes that Grey’s here are taller, stockier than those killed in last mission.
Team hears noise from NE corner of interior
Team to move in twos, east through interior
Marius spots Grey from Garage, kills with SAW
Grey shoots at Ahmo, misses
Marius moves, kills Grey through wall
Ahmo shoots, wounding Grey down hall
Tsai-Chen vaults over front counter into admin area
Mulder moves to corner just outside admin area
Tsai-Chen hits wounded Grey, killing it
Team hears human shouts from NE corner of station
Mulder studies Grey ‘Scarification’, notes an extra layer of cartilage different from other Grey’s
Ahmo investigates alien wound on Guy, burn/tear mix, no residue
Marius, checking for intact Grey weapons
Tsai-Chen, locates Indian prisoners in cells, notes odd lighting in one cell – emits ‘moon-like’ light
Prisoners tell of first indication was shooting and shouting, at one part of invasion, prison wall of white skinny man (Pyotr Levashov (leader of ‘Cybervor’ (Hacking Cabal) as shown on prison roster) blown and man taken presumably by Greys. Pyotr was yelling in Russian as he was taken.
Call in special paranormal clean-up team.
Team extracted. Toast to Guy after debriefing.
Summary: Six enemy kills, one team member lost, Russian Crime Lord taken by Greys

First Contact

CDC plane, somewhere over Tajikistan

Our FBI agents were aboard a CDC plane – undercover and en route to Tibet to investigate sightings of bizarre aircraft on behalf of their benefactor, Senator Franken – when they began to experience some turbulence. Though initially unfazed, they soon overheard some commotion in the cockpit: another aircraft signal appeared in the area, they said – probably just smugglers on their tail to avoid radar detection, but some minor evasive maneuvers would be necessary to shake them off. The pilot’s voice soon came over the intercom to instruct the agents to buckle up.

As the plane banked, however, Mulder caught a glimpse of something quite unlike any smuggler’s plane he’d seen. It appeared to be round and metal – and in the next moment, this craft bumped forcefully against the side of the plane. He tried to draw Scully’s attention to the object, but before she could see it, the plane was descending. There was an automated warning – “TERRAIN: PULL UP” – and the plane hit ground.

Indigo V-22 Osprey, over Afghanistan

Marius, Matrix, Nie, and Häyhä had seemingly concluded their exercises with Indigo, and were on the last V-22 Osprey back to Bagram. The unceremonious end to their visit was a bit disconcerting, but these people were professionals – aside from a strange moment when Marius jabbed Guy’s finger with a pin (apparently to inspect his blood), the flight was quiet.

Quiet, that is, until Sgt. Spunkmeier arrived. There was an assignment, he said: 2 “VIPs” and 2 pilots (aka “NVIPs”) were down, and they would need to be extracted. He gave few details – standard procedure for Indigo, perhaps? – and accordingly, our heroes asked few questions. By this time, they were already speeding north.

Crash site at Pamirsky National Park, Tajikistan

Scully and Mulder awoke to the groaning of metal all around them. They were lucky to be alive – the cockpit was a twisted mess of metal and viscera, but they had hardly been scratched. Furthermore, the damaged door appeared to have been removed from the outside. Mulder wondered aloud at the craft he’d seen earlier, but Scully remained skeptical – indeed, she even checked him for a concussion (he was fine).

Our soldiers touched down at the landing zone, so far without incident. It was dark, but they surmised the location of their targets by the small fires in the distance. In an instant, Maddi was off – a nearby rock formation provided an excellent vantage point, and she scaled it with little effort.

The others elected to follow the nearby creek north – Zheng in the lead, Guy behind him with the equipment he’d taken to aid their VIPs, and Marius guarding their rear. There had been some concern that local tribesmen could pose a threat to the two they’d been sent to extract, so the soldiers moved quickly and in unison.

Suddenly, there was movement ahead. Zheng halted and motioned for the others to stop, but in the same instant, he was struck in the chest by a burst of green… something. A second, similar projectile hit the tree nearest him, and to his horror, it was destroyed. This was not like any weapon our soldiers had seen, and as his armor corroded away, Zheng could’ve sworn he’d seen two misshapen figures darting between trees in the darkness ahead.

Meanwhile, our agents had begun to suspect that something was amiss. While Scully gathered supplies from the fuselage, Mulder heard a great commotion from the wooded area to the west: two loud bursts (as if of a weapon?) and the distinct cracking of treefall in the distance. If this activity had any connection the craft he’d seen earlier, he and Scully could be in great danger. Cautiously, he began to climb the plane for a better look…

Maddi’s voice crackled through our soldier’s headsets: “Zheng: circle left and help me engage.” Zheng sprinted across the creek to take cover behind a tree; and Guy, responding quickly to this unknown threat, took cover behind a tree on the opposite side and set down the equipment he had brought for the VIPs. It was then that the first “thing” they spotted began to move – but they were ready, and the creature was gunned down in seconds. It slumped to the ground in a pool of green liquid.

Marius arrived soon after and demanded that Zheng show him his wound. The attack had, indeed, destroyed his armor, and the skin beneath it was badly burned. Neither had any clue what type of weapon this was, but they pressed north regardless – Marius circling right in hopes of flanking the second creature, and Zheng to deliver a cautious shotgun blast to the head of the first.

Guy, meanwhile, had taken off through the clearing between the river and the fires. These aggressors and their weapons may not be like anything they had seen, but they still had their orders; and Guy had a plan. Sprinting, eyes fixed on a pair of trees that would give good cover, he howled valiantly to the night sky:

“Audrey Hepburn!!”

Scully and Mulder, meanwhile, had moved cautiously southward with pistols drawn. Scully could’ve sworn she heard something strange – perhaps just the wind shrieking the names of old-timey movie stars? – when she was suddenly slammed by some green, burning projectile. Mulder, horrified, spun around to face the ledge overlooking the plane’s wreckage. Here stood the figure that had almost certainly fired the shot, and Mulder returned several from his pistol. He had never been the most skilled marksman, though: his bullets only chipped ineffectually at the rocks overhead.

Mulder had only just joined Scully (who had dragged herself to cover next to the plane) when another figure emerged, screaming from the south—

“Audrey Hepburn!!”

After composing themselves, Dana, Fox, and Guy made brief introductions and took stock of their situation. Scully, using Guy’s trauma pack, assessed her wound and ensured that she could move safely if need be. Mulder recognized, from the effect of these unconventional weapons and his years of studying the paranormal, that their aggressors were very likely extraterrestrial.

Marius was advancing steadily when Maddi’s voice came through his headset: “…hostile has moved into the plane.” Just barely after she’d finished, another green projectile swooshed past him to slam against a tree in the distance – it had barely missed, and came from the direction of the fuselage. Adjusting his plan, he moved quickly toward a bank of cover to the east.

Before he could reach it, however, another shot came through the plane’s window. These projectiles moved slower than a bullet – certainly subsonic, at least, Marius recognized – but he was unable to move out of its path. The hit was indirect, but his body armor was completely destroyed.

Guy, in the meantime, had moved up to the door of the fuselage on Maddi’s intel. Slicing the pie (just like he’d learned in the Coast Guard), he rounded the corner and killed the creature with his carbine before it even knew he was there. Green blood erupted from the exit wounds as their force spun its body around, and Guy was too focused to notice that a splash of it had landed in his hair…

After confirming his kill over their radio, the soldiers moved in to regroup.

Having moved into what remained of the plane, the soldiers and VIPs made introductions and set about planning their next move. Scully had barely patched up Marius and Zheng before turning her attention to the dead creature on the floor. Its equipment was minimal and strange – on its back was a pack of folded material that reminded our heroes very much of origami, and a “pistol” that crumbled into fragments of previously interlocked metal blocks at Marius’ touch. Mulder was also acutely interested in this carcass: it had the distinct appearance of what ufology literature called “greys,” and he agreed emphatically with Scully when she suggested that an autopsy would be in order.

As Scully and Mulder set about bagging up the specimen in the fuselage, the soldiers ventured back to retrieve important items left in the field: Guy and Marius the equipment they’d brought for the VIPs, and Zheng and Maddi the headless corpse of the other alien they’d encountered. On their way back, they were surprised to see and hear another aircraft – this one a jet of clearly human design – land vertically in an area to the north of the outcropping near the wreckage.

When the soldiers got back to the others, Guy distributed fresh tac vests to Mulder and Scully while Marius headed up to assess the situation with the jet. After approaching with due caution from the ledge above the wrecked CDC plane, he established communication via flashlight with the new arrivals. Their light was a welcome color: indigo.

Location Unknown

Everyone had to give their cellphones up to be zipped in a Faraday bag. “People don’t talk about us,” the Nigerian operative that led them to the plane had said, and the pilot (a Canadian) had wasted no time in lifting off and heading north through the Himalayas. They were likely over Kazakhstan by the time everyone had gotten their bearings, but they wouldn’t keep them for long.

After a short flight, they landed at an airbase none of our heroes could peg as belonging to any particular military. They were ready to hit the tarmac, but to their surprise, the platform below them began to lower, plane and all, into the earth. Marius shuddered – it appeared the real base would be subterranean.

The soldiers’ debriefings were… brief. They were to be transferred to the command of Commander Diệt. Any doubts were laid to rest in a direct video conference with their now-former (and generally reluctant) superior officers: whatever national military they had served, they now served Indigo.

The FBI agents met directly with Diệt. He was a fit man somewhere in his early 50s, with an Indonesian flag on the shoulder of his uniform. He knew who they were and why they’d come here. Furthermore, he thought they’d make valuable members of their effort. When Scully asked what effort that was, exactly, his response was simple:

“The defense of the planet. We’re at war.”

(Mulder was ready to believe.)

Five paragraph essay vol.1
The Outside Context Problem

Many copies of this newsletter have appeared throughout the base. It is not clear who wrote it, or why those in charge are not reacting to its appearance.

Five paragraph essay vol.1
The Outside Context Problem

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.” Arthur C. Clarke

With all due respect to Sir Clarke these two possibilities are not equally terrifying. One of these leads to a profound sense of loneliness that will never abate, the other is the kind of outside context problem with which we now find ourselves engaged.

“An Outside Context Problem is the sort of thing most civilizations encounter just once, and which they tended to encounter rather in the same way a sentence encounters a full stop.” Iain M. Banks, Excession

Our chief problems are, our defenses are not ready, we don’t know how best to get ready, and we don’t know their end goal.

Our defenses are not ready. In the age of nation states Departments of Defense have a chronic flaw. All advancements in strategy, all developments in technology, and all improvements in logistics are aimed at doing a better job winning the last war. Almost none of that will help us now. We have spent our war chest and more on everything we could think of to defeat our rival nation states. Our defenses are designed to decapitate known leaders, destroy immovable cities and industry, and to take and hold land. We are not ready.

We don’t know their weaknesses. Biologically they are not so different from us. Modern guns in the hands of well-trained soldiers took out two of their individuals. But did that hurt them? If so, how many do we have to kill to defeat them? Are our efforts better spent trying to defeat their crafts? Are they overly dependent on their leadership, or their communications, or their computers? Do they have an economy we can attack? Do they have supply lines? If humanity is to fight back, we will need to learn what weapon to use, and where to aim.

We don’t know their end goal. Have they run out of natural resources, and now they are here to take ours? Are they here to make us slaves, or meat? Are they here to extract our wealth by getting us addicted to their version of heroin or pop music? Are they here to convert us, or purge us? Are we to be soldiers fighting for them in a galactic war? Why did they come?

We know we can’t run. We don’t have a backup Earth to retreat to. We must be proactive. We must find them and learn their weaknesses. We must study their biology, their technology, and discover their goals. Then when we gain context, we can hold our ground, look them in the eye, and send them back where they came from.

Prolog for DJ and Lauren

Prolog for DJ and Lauren

(You can still change your character’s name, gender, and other details if you want. I’ll use ‘Mulder’ and ‘Scully’ here)

Forty hrs ago, Mulder had a secret meeting with his patron Senator. He told you about a US intelligence operative embedded in Tibet. This operative is tasked with keeping tabs on any Chinese human rights violations in the Bangong Lake area. His recent reports, however, are about strange aircraft in the night sky. The reports describe strange lights, sometimes like shooting stars, and sometimes like search lights in the clouds. The reports also describe aerial maneuvers that would cause any pilot to blackout, if not outright kill them. The rest of the Senate intelligence committee is convinced that China is simply testing experimental aircraft. They want to use satellites to gather more information, but overall they are not concerned.

The Senator is not so sure he wants the two of you to investigate. As the FBI has no jurisdiction in Tibet he has arranged to get you and Scully CDC credentials, and your own CDC plane. The two of you are to pose as a CDC advanced team responding to reports of an outbreak of a new flu strain in the area. Once in Tibet you will meet up with the agent in place, who will act as your interrupter, you will be free to investigate as you see fit.

You flew from Washington DC to Ramstein Air Base in Germany, where you got a nice meal and stretched your leg a bit while the CDC plane was refueled and a new flight crew came onboard. As you inter Tajikistan airspace there is an announcement “The Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. As we enter the area of the Himalayas there will be pockets of unpredictable turbulence. Please return your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you.”

Prolog for Corry, Eric, and Franck

Prolog for Corry, Eric, and Franck

Special Operatives are often called the best of the best. This invariably leads to speculation about if there is a select group made up of the best of those. The idea has been nicknamed ‘Fight Club’ and ironically Spec-Op soldiers talk about Fight Club quite often. There is no Fight Club. There is Indigo, and no one talks about it.

You were invited to participate in Indigo. You were flown to a recently pacified Al-Qaeda training base in the tribal area. For the last two weeks you have been training with about twenty other Spec-Ops soldiers. These exercises were different than others you have taken part in because after every combat exercise you met, one on one, with a psychiatrist to talk about your reactions to the unexpected and novel elements in that exercise. Also unusual is that every day one or two of the operatives would apparently wash out never to be seen or heard from again. Now there are just four of you left, Guy Matrix, Nie Zheng, Maitre Marius, and Maddi Häyhä.

During your afternoon muster, it becomes clear something is different. There are no trainers to tell you what to do next. There are no psychiatrists to talk with. There are a dozen or so regular soldiers working about the base, but they all seem to be breaking down the training facilities, and removing any sign that this was ever anything but an Al-Qaeda training base. It defiantly has the feel that you stayed at prom too long and now there is nothing to do but go home alone or help clean up. Eventually you either ask one of the soldiers what’s going on, or you offer to help clean up, at which time you are told that the last V-22 Osprey is your ride back to Bagram, where you can catch a ride back to where ever you need to go. You gather your gear and board the V-22 just as the sun set in the West.


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