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BackStory: So i'm writing this on my phone, so forgive me that it is short. If this gets some positive feed back i'll turn this into a semi-regular series. It take place before the game is supposed to take place, but after the Iceland incident. Be gental, i haven't written in years. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Who’s the target?” “Sergeant First Class James McKinley, he currently a patient at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington.” “Does he need to be silenced?” “No, we want him. He led a team into the Amazon, after something fell from the Atmosphere.” “And we didn’t get there first?” “No, his team happened to be closer. His entire team was wiped out but he survived.” “I’ll see what I can do, when do I leave?” “Now” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Now Sergeant, tell me again what happened to your team?” the Doctor asked again to James with a sigh. This poor bastard was so traumatized he thought he saw a bunch of little green men who killed off his entire squad. “I already told you, the aliens killed them. It wasn’t a satellite, it was there ship!” James yelled. He was fed up with this ‘fucking retard’ as he put it. He had been a ranger for ten years and had seen things that would make most people’s skin crawl, but he had never seen this. “They had these ray guns that melted my men’s skin. We couldn’t get a clean shot at them. I saw Matches get hit, and his LAW rolled out of his pack. I grabbed it just as they hit the LT and fired it straight into the fuckers.” After that he refused to say anything. The doctor gave up and told him to go to the Rec room to clear his head. James sat down in the corner, away from all the crazies. He buried his face into hands and just played that day over again in his head. They were stationed at a Listening post, deep in the Amazon Jungle listening for Russian subs. That was when something showed up on radar and the order came down from Washington to send his team in to capture whatever it was. James, Matches, Clayton, Martinez, Pierce, Lewis, Williams and Banks all piled into a Helicopter and were En-route within fifteen minutes of the object landing. Upon landing the team had set up a parameter around the crash. He had just ordered Martinez to get closer when he saw them. Tall, grey creatures that stood roughly six feet high and they held what looked like rifles and when they say Martinez they pointed one at him and fires. Martinez let out a scream as he was vaporized. The Scream haunted him. “Sergeant First Class James McKinley?” Brought back to reality suddenly, James looked up and saw a young women wearing a black dress. “Depends on who’s looking?” “I wanted to talk to you about what happened in the Amazon.” James was startled. That was a classified mission, only a few people knew about it. “How the hell do you know about that?” “Sergeant, I’m here on behalf of a group who has an interest in you” James laughed and said “Have you heard I’m bat shit crazy.” The young women smiled and said “I know, you think you saw and kill aliens.” James stopped laughing and looked at her and asked “What kind of job is it?” “We need you to take over for one of our team leaders who was killed in action.” “Your NATO?” “Not exactly” “Who are you fighting? The Russians? The Chinese?” “No Sergeant, were protecting the planet from an Alien invasion.” James nearly stood up and laid her out, but was only stopped because of the sincerity of how she said it. Finally James said “Ok I’m in.” The women got up and started to walk away, but before she did she said “Welcome to the Xenonauts.”

I'd like to know what Goldhawk Interactive's stance is on Xenonauts themed fanfiction. Is it ok as long as we write it for free? I think it could be cool to fictionalize an AAR (after action report) based on a Xenonauts game. And a way to get around not have anything original to write about right now

Hi all, just want to let you know I finished a Xenonauts fanfic screenplay. Hope no one minds if I link to it here. I started the project for two reasons: 1 was to show my fandom for the game, the 2nd was to practice my writing. This is the first episode of a series if there's enough positive feedback. Writing it in screenplay format may seem like an odd choice, but I had several reasons for this. In my experience, writing, reading and revising scripts takes less time than traditional prose. If people like the story, but want me to write future episodes as short stories, I will, but I can't promise it will be perfect I also thought that writing it as a screenplay would make it easier for people to read online. I don't know about others, but I prefer reading long prose on an e-reader or print book, rather than on a website. The screenplay is 44 pages, which roughly equals 44 minutes of screen time. I wrote it as if it was for an hour long drama series (counting commercials.) Series Title: Xenonauts: First Strike Pilot Episode title: Episode 1: Redemption Plot synopsis: Tyrone Mercer is a bounty hunter down on his luck. Just when he's about to go broke, he receives a mysterious visit from two strangers. Little does he know, he will become the newest recruit in the war against an alien menace, waged by a secretive group known as the Xenonauts. Few more points to make about the script: I uploaded it in .pdf format. Copying and pasting a formatted screenplay into a forum would probably not look good, so this was the better alternative. I don't know all the lore and back story regarding the Xenonauts universe yet. This includes the differences between the Cold War of our time, and that of the Xenonauts. In my version, the Cold War played out pretty much the same. There were still the proxy wars between the U.S. and Soviet sphere of influence (Korea, Vietnam, etc.) whether or not these would have happened in light of alien invasions, I don't know. Needless to say, the script is by no means representative of the setting's official canon material. If the project is liked well enough, I will try to introduce more things from the game into the story. At first, the Xenonauts don't have much. As the series would continue, they will get the cooler stuff like the flamethrowers, ground vehicles and alien tech based weapons and equipment. I have plans to introduce more female characters into the story, but they will not likely be soldiers due to the culture of the time period. I have no military background (unless playing an excessive amount of military strategy games count? ) , but I tried to represent soldiers and military stuff the best I could. If I made any mistakes or made a fool of myself I apologize in advance Lastly, if you really like the script and want to see more, have ideas, or even want to help me write more episodes, you're welcome to. Hope you guys like it, feedback appreciated. http://www.filedropper.com/xenonauts-firststrikeep1 One more thing, I wrote it under my pen name.

Wild boredom + reading WH 40K fiction = oh, I should try writing a fic about the iceland incident! So...yeah. Enjoy. ------------------- Transcript of interview with PFC James Smith, 15th August 1958. Transcript comment: For this transcript, [REDACTED] will be referred to as 'I' and PFC Smith will be referred to as 'A' I: Your name? A: Uh, my official- I: Yes, your current name. A: Oh, um. Private James..uh..Smith. First Class. That is, uh, Private First Class James Smith. I: Okay PFC Smith, is it alright if I call you James? A: Yeah, okay I guess. Sure. I: Okay James, why don't you start? A: From the beginning? I: From the beginning. A: Uhm, so. Uh. Well, about 6 or 7 in the morning we were told to get kitted up. Some kind of alert. We weren’t told anything, just “get ready right now!” Some of the guys thought it was a drill. I: What did you think it was? A: Dunno. Drill sounded about right. Or maybe the Russians were invading or something. I didn’t really care. It was cold. I: What happened next? A: Well...about a hour or so later, we got some orders about some plane crashing. Or a nuke. Aliens. Lots of rumours. Official orders said it was a B-52. Search and Rescue op. Either way, we were all rushing about. Getting gear loaded on the transports, cold-weather gear. I don’t think anyone on the ground knew what was really going on. They’d even gotten some of the Cav guys with their tanks readying themselves. It was crazy. Why bring tanks to a search and rescue? I: So the orders didn’t really make sense? A: Not really. But it is, well...was, the Army. You hear about crazy stuff all the time. Russian spy bears in the forests photographing stuff, things like that. I: I...don’t believe I’ve ever heard that one. But continue with your report. A: Uh, yeah. So...we were getting on the transports. Sergeant said we were going to Iceland, so we were all in cold weather kit. It was kind of uncomfortable after a while. Better than getting your nuts frozen though. Some of the guys were talking, apparently someone said nukes got used. I didn’t believe them. I mean, if something did get nuked, why would we be going there? Wouldn’t be much left. I: Hmm. That’s understandable. Continue. A: Uhm. Yeah. So...we were on the transports for a long time. Everyone went quiet after a while. It happens, y’know? Long trip, run out of stuff to talk about. We eventually arrived. Lots of trees and snow and stuff. I: So you couldn’t see the crash site? A: Uh..kinda. In the distance, some big plume of smoke or something. Everyone was crashing around though. Snow and shit everywhere. All running around, setting up tents and those...tent things without walls? I: Pavilions? A: Yeah, something like that. For the brass. So, normal army stuff. Hurry up, hurry up. Then wait. Set up a perimeter, to keep the locals out. Weren’t many locals though. Or much else. Brass kept looking over at the smoke plume thing though, they looked worried. I: Worried? A: Yeah...like...it was something bad. Scared maybe. I remember thinking, maybe there were nukes on board, and that’s why we weren’t moving in. I: Nukes? A: Well, orders said it was a crashed bomber or something. And we were just hanging around a couple miles away. Not much of a search and rescue. Made sense, nukes and all. Classified, didn’t want no-one to know too much. Then the Russians arrived after midday or so. I: Russians? A: Yeah. Big guys, with the red star on their uniforms? Some of them weren’t wearing jackets. Hard-asses. Like you see in the comic books. I: Comic books? A: Heh, yeah. Some of the guys in the barracks tease me about it. Well, used to. Reading comic books. But I like the stories. Super-powers, aliens, all the sciency stuff. Robots. Russians are always these big, tough guys. Gruff and serious. I: So, the Russian soldiers looked like professionals? A: Like veterans. I mean, we had some on our side too. Paratroopers. These guys looked like them. I was pretty nervous, some of the other guys too. The Russian guys, I don’t think they cared. I: So what did you think was going on? A: By that point? I had no idea. If it were nukes, why would the Russkies be there? Without us fighting them I mean. They brought tanks too. Little ones, compared to ours. Shorter too. Bigger guns though. I: Ah, T-54’s? A: I dunno. I’m not Cav. All tanks to me. Anyways, we all got on trucks. Well, not the tank guys of course. The Russians went with us, in our trucks. That was...really strange. They didn’t talk to us, not sure if any of them spoke English really. I was sitting across from one of them. He looked over at me, and he kind of...shrugged or something. With his eyes. Kept fiddling with his rifle too. I guess he was nervous? I: About being in the truck with you? A: *Laughing* Nah. I don’t think so. Maybe their brass told them more? I’d be nervous too if I knew what was coming up. I didn’t though, so I’m watching this big hard Russkie paratrooper fiddling with his gun and thinking “What’s he so nervous about?” *Serious* Didn’t see him again after we got to the site.