. . . Lieutenant Talbot stated that he has a marked dislike of the latest batch of recruits - all volunteers from the Mutant Alliance, a political organization comprised mainly of human-Sectoid hybrids. His basis for such dislike seems to stem from family experiences during the First Alien War, particularly counterterrorist operations against Sectoid/Cyberdisk attacks on civilian populations - many of which were severely hampered by the highly-developed psionic abilities of the Sectoid race, according to the surviving records from the aforementioned conflict.
Though Commander Stark believes the recruits from the Mutant Alliance to be a valuable addition to our ranks despite their physical frailty, the Lieutenant fears that they might turn their greatest asset - namely, their psionic abilities - against the members of this organization, either intentionally or due to Alien influence.
Sadly, Lieutenant Talbot is not an isolated case within the ranks of X-Com, as many members of both the combat and R&D staff have expressed similar opinions.
We shall make every effort to ensure that such prejudices do not impinge too heavily upon X-Com operations, but it will be very difficult to overcome such well-justified fears.
Sample v2.0:
"This is the audio log of Lieutenant Guido Talbot, late of the Mars Security Force and currently assigned to the Extraterrestrial Combat Unit. Time and date: approximately June 11th 2091, seventeen hundred hours local time.
"This place, this . . . Hub, they call it, is . . . Well, I'm not sure exactly what to make of it. It's a hodgepodge of ships and modules, all bolted together with no real plan. It's easy to get lost here - very easy.
"I'm kind'a wary of some of the inhabitants, though - I think there's a Sectoid colony in one of the lower modules, truth be told, and I really don't trust those little grey bastards. Cost X-Com a lot of good men back in the First Alien War, what with their mindbending and all.
"And then there's the head cook. Sure, she's one hell of a cook - she's done stuff with the rations here that I don't think even the best-trained human chef could even hope to match - but she's a giant squid! She's damn good at her job, and she can be a real sweetheart too, but . . . it feels kind of weird seeing a giant squid cooking your food."
Talbot shook his head. "On another note, we'd heard that the Fey'lians - or possibly some of their allies, we're not sure which yet - were going to be making a move soon. Something about setting up a base in what we've been calling the Alien Dimension, though the people here call it something else. Don't know where exactly, but I thought it'd be best to make note of it. Forewarned is forearmed, after all- and if I find out where this action's supposed to be taking place, it might be worth sending a couple of Dimension Probes out that way to get a good look around. Good intel is in short supply these days, it seems.
"I don't know if the boffins back home have finished their research into replicating the Dimension Gate tech that the Mega-Primus Eeks are using - but they have, we might be able to use that to our advantage. A fleet of Retaliators or Annihilators would be a great help in this war - hell, I'd bet that even a handful of Avengers retrofitted for interdimensional travel would be useful, and certainly a lot better than some of the stuff we do have."
He leaned back in his chair rubbing his temples. "That's pretty much all I have to report this time around. I'll try to make sure that a copy of this log gets back to Malachite Base in time to be of use.
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Extract from X-Com Personnel File #484.368.252.689.266 (Talbot, Guido, Lt), dated 11/04/2085:
. . . Lieutenant Talbot stated that he has a marked dislike of the latest batch of recruits - all volunteers from the Mutant Alliance, a political organization comprised mainly of human-Sectoid hybrids. His basis for such dislike seems to stem from family experiences during the First Alien War, particularly counterterrorist operations against Sectoid/Cyberdisk attacks on civilian populations - many of which were severely hampered by the highly-developed psionic abilities of the Sectoid race, according to the surviving records from the aforementioned conflict.
Though Commander Stark believes the recruits from the Mutant Alliance to be a valuable addition to our ranks despite their physical frailty, the Lieutenant fears that they might turn their greatest asset - namely, their psionic abilities - against the members of this organization, either intentionally or due to Alien influence.
Sadly, Lieutenant Talbot is not an isolated case within the ranks of X-Com, as many members of both the combat and R&D staff have expressed similar opinions.
We shall make every effort to ensure that such prejudices do not impinge too heavily upon X-Com operations, but it will be very difficult to overcome such well-justified fears.
Sample v2.0:
"This is the audio log of Lieutenant Guido Talbot, late of the Mars Security Force and currently assigned to the Extraterrestrial Combat Unit. Time and date: approximately June 11th 2091, seventeen hundred hours local time.
"This place, this . . . Hub, they call it, is . . . Well, I'm not sure exactly what to make of it. It's a hodgepodge of ships and modules, all bolted together with no real plan. It's easy to get lost here - very easy.
"I'm kind'a wary of some of the inhabitants, though - I think there's a Sectoid colony in one of the lower modules, truth be told, and I really don't trust those little grey bastards. Cost X-Com a lot of good men back in the First Alien War, what with their mindbending and all.
"And then there's the head cook. Sure, she's one hell of a cook - she's done stuff with the rations here that I don't think even the best-trained human chef could even hope to match - but she's a giant squid! She's damn good at her job, and she can be a real sweetheart too, but . . . it feels kind of weird seeing a giant squid cooking your food."
Talbot shook his head. "On another note, we'd heard that the Fey'lians - or possibly some of their allies, we're not sure which yet - were going to be making a move soon. Something about setting up a base in what we've been calling the Alien Dimension, though the people here call it something else. Don't know where exactly, but I thought it'd be best to make note of it. Forewarned is forearmed, after all- and if I find out where this action's supposed to be taking place, it might be worth sending a couple of Dimension Probes out that way to get a good look around. Good intel is in short supply these days, it seems.
"I don't know if the boffins back home have finished their research into replicating the Dimension Gate tech that the Mega-Primus Eeks are using - but they have, we might be able to use that to our advantage. A fleet of Retaliators or Annihilators would be a great help in this war - hell, I'd bet that even a handful of Avengers retrofitted for interdimensional travel would be useful, and certainly a lot better than some of the stuff we do have."
He leaned back in his chair rubbing his temples. "That's pretty much all I have to report this time around. I'll try to make sure that a copy of this log gets back to Malachite Base in time to be of use.
"End entry."
('Owzat?)