Hax's XCOM Fanfic!//Chap5,6 out!

[MrHaaax]

Bored as heck, so I made this. Enjoy, and don't mind the horrible grammar/spelling, I'm not an native. Will update this often.
Like what you see? Comment below and let me know! Constructive critism is welcomed!

THE UNKNOWN
An XCOM fanfic by MrHax

About: This is an fanfiction. It is no way related to the original X-COM: UFO Defense by Mythos Games/MicroProse or the newer reboot XCOM: Enemy Unknown by Firaxis.
This fiction is partly based on the original X-COM: UFO Defense, otherwise known as UFO: Enemy Unknown, made to be slightly more.. tragic for the humanity than the game's story.
Enjoy.

ACT I - SURROUNDING FEAR

Chapter One - The Unexpected

It was a rather clear night, but Chris didn't saw any stars. Perhaps they don't want to show up tonight? Or maybe because he wasn't sober enough? The beverage he had with his friends was quite potent, for he couldn't move properly, staggering side to side on the empty streets, going back his home; a shack, more like.
'Should have stayed home with Jill-'
Chris tripped over something and fell head-first into the hard, cold asphalt, and heard a sharp crack. He broke his nose, perhaps, or something more severe. He has never been the resilient type, so the pain is quite something. The beer dulled the pain to a certain degree, but he still couldn't get up; he decides to roll over on his back instead and watch the stars while waiting for the pain to ease. It reminded him of his childhood: bullied by every kid in the neighborhood, treated like everybody's bitch. And he still is.
The sky remained as dark as ever, and still no stars. Chris did noticed a lonely cloud in the sky. It looked a bit weird.
'Just my imagination....'
Or was it?
The 'cloud' began to grew bigger, slowly covering what's left of the dark sky. Its rounded edges slowly became clearer and clearer. To Chris, he thought he was so drunk he was seeing things. 'A floating disc? Damn, how much did I drank...' But something in him snapped him back to his sense: that was no hallucination, it was an actual thing that is flying above his head. And it wasn't of human origin. Instinctively he jumped up and started running as fast as he can; the 'disc' came closer and closer.. Panicked, Chris screamed for help...
The scream stopped midway through.

He was the first.

Chapter Two - Without a Trace

'The shit end of the stick indeed.'
Inspector Callahan thought to himself as he entered the old rusty home that belongs to the Jensens. Mr. Chris Jensen had gone missing for over two weeks, according to his wife, who came to the station 8 days ago. The last time she heard from him was that he was off to a party with his friends. The delay was because she thought Chris got lost or slept at his friends' house. After days of hard work, nothing came up - absolutely nothing. Callahan already had his partner checking those who were at the party a couple of days ago, but the men and women at the party were throughly investigated, along with the Jensens' relationships, his economy status, everything that might lead to him. There were alot more possibilities, like Chris got robbed and murdered on the way back home, but he didn't had any money or any property of value on him, as far as the wife, Mrs. Jill Jensen, remembered. Or like he got kidnapped, but quickly got abandoned as the Jensens barely have enough money for a living. That leads to the theory of loan sharks, but he and his wife was very close, so if he loaned money, she would have known. And the list go on and on... So many theories and yet so few leads. The local police isn't capable enough, including Callahan himself; after all, you wouldn't expect such a crime in this small town in the middle of Arizona, so noone is good enough for handling serious criminal activities. So what happened to him? Nobody knows.
And so the inspector is here, at the Jensens' home, to tell her that the investigation is dropped. He stepped into the front yard and knocked on the door; the knock almost collapsed the door, but Callahan wasn't that strong.
No one answered.
He knocked for the second time, slightly lighter than the first, so he wouldn't break the door. Still nothing but silence.
'Maybe she's out? No, something is wrong.'
He asked their neighborhood next door. An old man greeted him.
'Oh, you mean Jill? She's been staying at home since poor Chris went missing. I heard her weeping like, day and night, and it annoys me to no end. The walls aren't that thick ya know. Thank God she stopped this morning-'
Immediately Callahan knows something is, indeed, wrong. She loved her husband very much, so this matter depressed her so great the doctors had to gave her additional anti-depressants. As the inspector made micro-second calculations, he pulled his sidearm, told the old man to get back into his home, and kicked the Jensens' door, which didn't took too much effort.
He finally found her, but not very lively. In fact, she's dead - hung herself with a rope.
Somewhere deep inside of Callahan said: 'At least, I don't need to waste my time explaining everything to her anymore.'

Chapter Three - Nothing but Static

James looked at the scenery around him. Just mountains, trees, local wildlife. Nothing Soviet. A good sign, then?
'Alfa-One-Niner, this is Homefront, come in.' A voice came from the radio, slightly disorted.
'This is Alfa-One-Niner, what is it? Over.'
'Alfa-One-Niner, this is Homefront. Our radar picked up a strange object of unknown origin about 59 knots northwest from your position, heading eastbound at 1298 miles per hour. Can you check it? Over.'
'Affirmative. Alfa-One-Niner out.'
Sometime later, he got to his target, which is 300 miles away. They were flying above Germany territory. 'If that was a Soviet plane, which is impossible, guess this is a good excuse for some live fire training.'
He hadn't had visual contact yet, as it was a rather cloudy day in Germany, so he kept his distance with his target.
All of a sudden, his HUD flashed: 'MISSILE LOCK-ON'. A yellow blip on the radar, indicating the 'missile', is heading towards him at abnormal speeds. As a skilled pilot of the USAF, he evaded it with ease. Turning around, he saw a rounded, disc-like object, resembling something he saw at the cinema. It was silver-gray in color, with no markings indicating country of origin. Its size was roughly equal to two VW Beetles. And it was very agile. As he turned around, it fired a burst of what appears to be tracer bullets. One shot hit the far right of his plane's rightwing, crippling it. Knowing that this is the end for him, he contacted the base, while trying his best to stabilize the plane, which is now tumbling in mid-air.
'Mayday, Mayday, this is Alfa-One-Niner, I'm being attacked by an disc-like object of unknown origin, please send reinforc-'
The tranmission abruptly ended.
Three days after the distress signal was sent, a NATO Search and Rescue squad found the missing bird and the pilot in a West German forest - or what's left of it. Intitial investigations found out that the plane exploded in mid-air. It was shot with projectiles that conducted extreme amount of heat, as indicated by the severely burnt holes and gaps in the remaining pieces of the bodywork. The pilot was reduced to ashes. Further research shows that this weapon might be extraterrestrial, as the plane remains contained traces of various chemical elements that isn't in the periodic table. Obviously the Soviets weren't behind this. Then the Cuban Missile Crisis came up in 1962 and the brass had to shelve this case and re-adjust their focus elsewhere. The remains of the plane were transferred to Nevada for archiving purposes.
It was never mentioned again until 1999..

Chapter Four - Shrouded Mysteries

Colonel Hartman was in his office, smoking a Cuban cigar - from a private collection of his. 'If only Cuba wasn't a communist state, their cigar would have created a billion-dollar industry by now.' He thought so, as he was reading a newspaper. A news article in big, bold letters reads: 'Chaos spreading in ex-Soviet states:'
'One year after the collapse of Soviet Union back in 1991, and perhaps of communism as a whole...'
He skipped it and read another article: 'Fear engulfs Los Angeles: Yet another missing person!'
'Since the first case way back in late 1950s in Arizona (a few sources claimed that the first was in early 1970s in Texas instead), there has been 2582 missing case, increasing in frequency, over fifty-percent of which occured in America. And yesterday was the 2583th. Mr. Oliver Johnson, aged 53, who lives in Los Angeles, California, has been....'
A door knock interrupted.
'Come in.'
'Sir, we have a problem.'
Minutes later, they arrived at the crime scene, 5 miles south of the Mexican border, and 6 and a half miles from their base. Hartman noticed five bodybags, all zipped and tagged, being loaded onto an ambulance, and a badly wrecked and barely recognizable Jeep being winched out from a bent tree.
'Five Marines, sir, all dead at least 6 hours ago. Until the forensics do the autopsy, we don't know what killed them for sure: the crash or the 'burns'.'
'Burns?'
'To be exact, burnt bullet wound sir. They have been shot with some sort of incendiary ammunition. But the bullet went straight through the victim's vests, indicating armor piercers. Many of the shots wasn't fatal for the four passengers, but the driver was shot in the heart and so the Jeep crashed into a tree at very high speeds. The shots came from the back, so we assumed that they were chased. In short, until the autopsies, sir.'
'That was FIVE Marines.. What kind of enemy is behind this... What were the victims doing?'
'According to the dogtags and the records back at base, they were supposed to be transferred here from base Charlie Five. One of them was Lieutenant Jackson, whom you used to be.. accquainted with. He was the escorting party, along with another soldier.' The last sentences struck home, straight through the Colonel's heart. Jackson was his best friend since childhood, but Hartman was the smarter and wiser of the two, and so avoided a tragedy that demoted Jackson, and dragged his life down with it. He was no longer the cheerful, optimistic man he knew from his days at the kindergarten. Hartman has never seen him since... and will never again.
'I want the MP to focus on this case, and I want answers, ASAP! Who ever killed these men will pay. They will.'
The autopsy was conducted, and the forensics discovered strange chemical elements, most of it is out of their knowledge. And the case moved up the chain.. and finally ended up at Nevada Test and Training Range, more widely known as Area 51 in Groom Lake, Nevada. The compounds' chemical structure were exactly the same as those found on the aircraft in Case 0371, West Germany UFO incident 30 years ago. This attracted the attention of the top brass, who demanded an large-scale investigation - in secret of course - to find out who, or what is, behind the tragedy.
But they will reveal themselves sooner than you might think...

END OF ACT I

ACT II - WE ARE NOT ALONE

Preface: 1998. UFO sightings throughout the world. Many confirmed. More and more people are missing and even martial law and curfews can't stop the 'abductions', according to conspiracy theorists. The world's end is near, and people have only two options: to hopelessly fight against the 'invaders', or to surrender and be enslaved by a far more advanced race, much like the French or the British of 18th century. Sooner or later, they will reveal themself.. and there will be blood.

Chapter Five - First Strike

Callahan was sitting in his comfy armchair, watching Nightly Stories on the telly. It was mostly rubbish, like it always has, but he kept it on so the program would help him to sleep. And he did.
He dreamed about his past as a detective working at somewhere in Arizona, and about cases that he hadn't solved, and never will be. Fifty men and women had vanished in the night, without a trace. The small graveyard was crowded, as those who vanished never returned and were considered dead. There was only chaos and terror... that's why Callahan retired as an inspector and moved to the capital. He never regretted that decision. But sometimes, the soul of those missing come to haunt him in his dreams... They were surrounding him, screaming his name in the most horrifying, inhumane voice he could possibly imagine. And then all the souls suddenly exploded as if they were mobile fragmentation grenades; the blast woke him up, sweating in his chair. There were screams in the distances. Actual screams. Something has gone wrong.
He grabbed his revolver, a fully loaded Smith and Wesson, and opened the door. He was in his early 70s, so he did it at a very slow pace. 'Hopefully my grip is strong enough..'
The door opens to Washington D.C. suburbs. The lights have gone out. Blackout. Screams and explosions in the distance. Callahan made his way through the suburbs, heading towards the epicenter of the chaos. As he made his way through the empty town, he noticed some movement in the dark: a figure, clad in grey overalls and helmet of some sort, armed with a strange looking handgun. 'He' was looking for something, and the moment Callahan saw him, 'he' turned round to face the ex-inspector. That was probably the most terrifying thing that Callahan had ever seen, it almost gave him cardiac arrest. That was no human; it was a grey creature, humanoid in shape, with thin limbs and an oversized head, which featured two long, brown-ish glowing eyes and a slit for mouth. For normal human it wasn't much; for an 70-year-old man who never watched sci-fi movies, it looked as if it came straight from Hell. Callahan quickly pointed his gun at the creature, and fired a shot. A glazing hit; the creature screamed in pain and fell down the pavement, its green blood pour out of an hole right between the eyes. Callahan sighed in relief.
Of course, this is not the end yet, there's more of these things elsewhere, for distant gunshots can still be heard - the National Guard is here to protect the city, he thought.
And so he continued deeper into the darkness, where there's only terror...

Chapter Six - And Terror Followed

Colonel Hartman still couldn't believe what just happened, right before his eyes. His base, Charlie Four, has just been attacked by aliens from outer space.. at least that's what his fellow surviving Marines were telling him. They came out of nowhere and rain down the fire. Most of the men were asleep at that time, and the shots hit the barracks... 59 out of 150 personnels were killed, a further 28 while trying to retaliate, and yet 15 more while trying to escape... The last 48, including the Colonel himself, tried to repel the invaders, who after the intitial strike landed and started to wipe out the rest. His Marines were well-trained, but the attackers' firepower were vastly superior, and they were armored enough to leave armor piercers useless. Until the rockets and grenades and every explosive ordance available was expended, 38 died. That leaves a nice, round 10 Marines. The assaulting force was also dead, at least. But they managed to take out the comms before they land.
'We are sitting ducks in here, sir... They could come back any moment now. There probably won't be any reinforcements from neighboring bases if they attacked us all at once. Corporal Heinz is still trying to repair the truck; once it's done and it's refueled, we're good to go. Just, where..?'
'Thank you Lieutenant.' Said Hartman to his assistant, who magically survived the raid. Rafterman was his name.
'Getting into Phoenix is my top priority right now, Lieutenant. It's the last place to go.. probably in ruins by now. But at least, we will have shelter, and the buildings' wall should be thicker than here, from those... things they use-'
'Plasma weaponary, sir. Or laser. Or whatever kind of weapon they're using. Kinda like in Star Wars, if you've watched it sir. We call them 'blasters'.'
'Heard that you boys managed to pick up some of them intact. Have any of you figured out how to use it?'
'They're locked sir. We can't use them. Maybe some sort of ID checker, but I saved one here in my bag. Might come in handy if we could get someone to reverse-engineer it.'
'Good thinking. But only you kept the 'blaster' or everybody in the squad did?'
'Most of us threw it away, except for Private Kyle who recollected 2 of them, sir.'
'Well then.. you don't need to be so formal anymore Rafterman.... Cigar?'
Hartman handed his last Cuban cigar to the assistant. It was still miraculously intact, after his office was blown up to smithereens, where he stashed his prized collection of cigars in a locked drawer. When the fight was over, the cigar was the last thing that was still in mint condition in his office.
'Thank you sir.' Rafterman replied.
'So what is your full name again?'
'Michael Rafterman, sir.'
'Michael, would you-'
'The truck is done sir! It's going!' Shouted Heinz.
'Well, looks like it's time for a ride.'
The truck, badly damaged from the attack but still moving, is now heading towards Phoenix, carrying 10 Marines and their gear. Improvision is their primary weapon.
But they have yet to see how bad the aliens have struck Earth.. We were lucky they didn't just blow us up straight away.. or shall I say, unlucky?

Intermission 1 - Aftermath

The aliens had begun their invasion on Earth.
The aliens were technologically superior. Worse, they knew everything about humans. Using mind reading, they extracted information about the world from over 4000 abducted humans. There is no way humanity could win... could they?
Countries began to retaliate with their own Special Operations units in discrete, as the governments obstensibly had to focus on rebuilding instead. Japan, taking the lead with its stereotypical blind bravery and courage, forms the 'Kiryu-Kai'..

Chapter Seven - Bleeding Dragon

Teaser: Unavailable.

#TO BE CONTINUED#

[EddieMann]

Intriguing.


This seems as if it came out of the 90's in a Bulletin Board System!

[MR.BadAiming]

good work can't wait for the next chapters

[MrHaaax]

Thanks for the feedback guys! Chapter 4 is out, ending the first Act.

[Jedelas]

https://www.fanfiction.net/game/X-Com/

[MrHaaax]

Not sure why you pointed me to that site, but I'm sure my creation is original, and would follow the original UFO: Enemy Unknown more than the new one. And from multiple perspectives. A little bit ambitious to be honest.

[Jedelas]

Just wanted to give you the site so that you might make some ideas out and maybe do some comparison with other fanfics of X-com.

Also, since I should've posted my review on your story so far from my previous post, I'll make up for it in this one;

I'm go over this as briefly as possible and hopefully you won't take this personally. The story has an interesting premise although the first chapter was a cliche 'Getting kidnapped and taken away by a UFO' start. There were several grammar mistakes, one example is this;

' The wine did dulled the pain to a certain degree'

There's no need for you to make 'dull' past-tense when you already have 'did' in the sentence.

Second chapter, I'm not sure how to approach it...But bluntly, here's the questions I'd like answers to when reading the second chapter; Who reported that Chris Jensen was missing? A friend? Mrs. Jensen? You can't have an investigation on someone who's missing and had not been reported.

Secondly, don't you think Inspector Callahan act a little too casual at the end of chapter 2? The last thing he said seemed as if he find the task of explaining things to the wife troublesome. Lastly, this sentence didn't make any sense to me.

'And the inspector is here, at the Jensens' flat, to admit it.'

Admit what exactly? I don't see anything that this sentence could follow on. Unless you're trying to say that his investigation lead him to be at the Jensen's home then that needs to be corrected.

Chapter 3; The first thing I'd like to point out is that 'Alpha' is the correct spelling. Since airforce callsigns are annoyingly hard to figure out, I'll just leave that...Even I have trouble with them if I will ever write anything like that. Thirdly, where the heck is James at? Russia? Then somehow they ended up in Germany? 20 knots isn't far. A plane can't continue flight if one of the wings are badly crippled, even with luck. You don't expect a plane with half its wing missing to be able to maintain stable flight.

Chapter 4; Time skipped? To be honest, the details are scarce and the explanations were too brief to actually allow the reader to understand and enjoy the story itself. Where were they? What time is it? Maybe adding a bit more details could help. Excuses such as 'let the readers use their imagination' is too common of an excuse and I hope you weren't planning to use it. Yes, it's good to have the readers run wild with their imagination once in a while but not so frequent.

Overall, the story itself has potential. The premise is interesting but the execution needs to be worked on. So far, I don't see any main characters or any that could be memorable. The settings are all jumbled up and needs to be organized better and the pacing is irregular. Grammar isn't as bad as some stories that I used to review upon.

Hopefully this helps.

[MrHaaax]

Thank you Jedalas. To be honest, I don't have much knowledge about aircrafts, so yes, that was terrible.
1. Callahan was supposed to tell Jill Jensen that the police force was unable to solve the mystery, and explain why. Poor execution on my part.
2. Again, poor knowledge of geography and history, but James' base was supposed to be somewhere near German, he's part of USAF and by the time of 1960s maybe US of A set up a couple of bases near West Germany? The base would be somewhere in a country that is part of NATO. And was Alpha used back in 1960s instead of Alfa?
3. You were right about my intentions; I gave hints about the time being 1992: 'One year after the collapse of Soviet Union back in 1991' or something between these lines, along with hints about the first chapter timeline being late 1950s/ early 1970s, but that wasn't very clear. I did not gave the location of the base, another plot hole, but somewhere in the borders might be ok.
Tldr: all the jumbled time and stuff were intended, but poorly executed. Might give it a redo once I have the time. And yes, the story don't have a main character; it was supposed to be a 'compilation' of events told from various perspective.

Edit: the cliché beginning was partly intended. Might want to make it a little bit less obvious.

[MrHaaax]

Remade Act I so it makes sense. C/P from my phone so there will be problems.

[MrHaaax]

Updated with two latest chapters. I'm horrible at describing action.

[Fleischgeruch]

Updated with two latest chapters. I'm horrible at describing action.

Then don't. Describe gay sex instead, you should have all kinds of experience.
Also triple posting is evil.

[EddieMann]

Try and make it like NES Godzilla Creepypasta in terms of Captivity and interest, Slightly more action, And More dark humor and horror into the mix.