Subject: My Own Entry
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Posted on: 2014-07-17 07:03:00 UTC

The following is an excerpt from James Pittman's origin story. Some of the references might make more sense if you know anything about the XCOM: Enemy Unknown series, but it's not a requirement.

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Something was burning nearby. James could smell it. Some kind of plastic, maybeThere was something oily about it. A bit of ozone as well. They were familiar scents, and yet… not, for some reason.

It might help if he could open his eyes. He considered it for a moment, but the way his head was spinning and his ears were ringing just made laying down and doing nothing a far preferable course of action.

He couldn’t quite remember why he was laying down. Especially on what felt like concrete, if the feeling in his face was any judge. Not the best place to take a nap.

The ringing was giving way. It was replaced by… a voice? No, voices. All talking over each other.

No. Not talking. Screaming.

--is down! I repeat, Wardog--

--is that thing--

--a medic over--

--help--

The voices began to cut out, one by one, until there was only one left.

--do you copy? Say again. Long Shot, do you copy?

The voice was so familiar. James could have sworn he knew its owner from somewhere. And ‘Long Shot,’ why did that--

His eyes snapped open. His memories -- the mission, the team, that… thing, that robot war machine or whatever it was, that beam it had fired right at him -- came back in a flood. So did the pain, a crushing sensation in his chest.

James let out a feeble curse moments before his lungs spasmed. He could taste blood in his mouth as he coughed, could see it splatter on the floor in front of his face.

That was a lot of blood, actually. Probably more than he could stand to lose at this point.

He pushed himself on to his hands and knees long enough to roll himself onto his back.

He tried to get his breathing back under control as he reached up for the communicator in his left ear. “Big Sky,” he croaked. “Big Sky, this is Long Shot.”

This is Big Sky,” the Skyranger pilot replied. “What’s your status, Long Shot?

James reached down and touched his side, the one where most of the pain seemed to be raidating from. Not the best idea. It was all he could do not to scream in agony. “Not… not good,” he murmured. “I’m beat pretty bad. Where’s the rest?”

He could hear the pilot sigh. “We’ve lost life signs from the rest of Strike One. The site’s crawling with X-Rays, including whatever that robot thing was.” There was a pause. “Can you make it back to the evac zone?

James tilted his head just enough to see through the giant hole in the wall, the one that the robot’s beam had made. He thought he could just make out movement throguh the plumes of smoke rising into the air.

“Guess I’ll give it a try,” he said.

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