Prologue Two
Interesting Times

Thank you for all those who submitted a character. It means a lot that you'd go out of your way to do that and it helps me greatly. I mean, I'm good at character building but to make the amount of characters I need… like I said, I'm good but not that good.
I know I said that this wasn't going to get updated for a while but I seem to be drawing blanks on my other projects. I hate writers block with a passion. So to pass the time I give you the second prologue. Enjoy.
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Central Intelligence Officer Henry Bradford stood at the edge of a large holographic display of planet Earth inside the Mission Control of the XCom Headquarters based in an undisclosed location somewhere in Europe. Most of the planet was covered in a soft blue glow although there were several 'spots' that were orange instead. One of those orange spots was Munich. Ground Zero.

Despite his own wishes, Bradford was not the commander of the XCom Project. That role was going to someone else entirely. No, Bradford himself was simply the lead Intelligence Officer, the head of nearly sixteen other officers. Each of them were all situated behind several monitors in a tight circumference around the holographic projection. Each one monitored the status of the Council nations and the other various nations around the globe.

Bradford turned from the display to a completely separate monitor, this one showing him the CCTV footage of the Munich abductions. He watched intently as people were dragged slowly and efficiently into the fog. For what purpose, he had no idea. But it was his job to find out.

The sound of his personal communicator drove his attention to the device attached to his arm.

"Go for Bradford," he answered.

"Sir, the Council wishes to speak with you in the situation room," came the reply.

"I'm on my way."

Bradford turned from the monitor and strode out of the room altogether into the hallways of the Headquarters. As of right now there were only three levels of the underground base, the first two devoted to the bare essentials; Mission control, the Situation Room, the barracks, and the Hanger. The second floor below was devoted to the various Research Labs while the third below that was for the engineering level, housing the bases factories and power generators.

Bradford made his way down the dull grey colored hallway before coming to the situation room. The room was empty save for a couple of construction drones and the giant monitor that showed the same display of Earth as his own in Mission Control but this one being in 2D rather than 3D.

Bradford walked up to the only interface in the entire room and placed his hand upon the palm reader. A scanner flew over the underside of his palm before flashing green. A second security measure popped out then, this one an eye scanner. Bradford played along, putting his right eye up to the interface. Once again, another bright light, until that too flashed green.

The large monitor was covered in static for a second before a man appeared on it. Any chance at identification was lost due to man being thrown completely into shadow by the placement of the light fixture behind him. All Bradford could see was the outline of the man and nothing else.

While personal identification was impossible, Bradford knew exactly who this was but by title only. He was the Chairman of the Council of Nations, the most secretive yet powerful organization on the planet. Every nation had a member on the council yet only the most powerful held a seat on the inner council. It was those few sixteen that called the shots. Every one else was a pawn, Bradford included.

"Central Intelligence Officer Bradford reporting as ordered sir," Bradford said as he stood at attention.

"Greetings, Officer Bradford. I needn't tell how monumental this day is do I?" said the Chairman, his voice sending a chill down Bradford's spine.

"Sir," agreed Bradford with a nod of his head.

"As you are no doubt aware, we have an unidentified crash landing in Munich. I want a team ready to go investigate with the hour. With the XCom Project finally up and running, we will now have the means to combat this threat. Our days of hiding are over."

"Sir…" Bradford choked out but stopped at the last second.

The Chairman noticed Bradford's hesitation, "Speak freely."

Gathering his courage, Bradford spoke, "Sir, do you think it is wise taking such a direct stance. I mean, in the past, our greatest weapon was secrecy. If we make ourselves known we might draw… unwanted attention."

"I understand your concerns, but they are baseless. The XCom project is online and we will combat this threat. The nations know that their petty squabbling will only lead to their downfall. As much as they hate and fear each other, the threat of losing their power scares them more. We will use that and by the end they will see the light."

"I… I understand sir."

The Chairman nodded, "Good. You have your orders. I suggest you carry them out with all haste."

With that, the screen delved into static once more before returning to the main screen and Bradford let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Turning on his heel he made his way back to Mission Control.

Upon arriving, he was surprised to see two new additions to the clutter. One was a comely brunette dressed in a sterile white lab coat. The other, an elderly gentleman of Asian decent, a pair of worn reading glasses balanced precariously on his sharp nose.

Bradford strode up to both of them, greeting the woman first.

"Doctor Vahlen, thank you for coming," he greeted shaking the Austrian woman's hand before turning to his other guest, "and you must be Doctor Shen."

"I am glad to be here," Shen said returning the greeting, "Although I would like to get to work as soon as possible."

Bradford shook his head, "while I appreciate the enthusiasm doctor, the engineering deck is still under construction. In the mean time I invite you to head down there to observe the building process and familiarize yourself with our systems."

Shen smiled although it was more forced than anything. After all, being a genius of world renown, the last thing an engineer of Shen's status would want to be doing was nothing.

"Of course, but before we get into that, perhaps you can tell the both of us why we are here exactly."

Bradford's confusion was apparent on his face, "you mean… you don't know?"

This time is Vahlen who spoke, "Unfortunately we weren't told much. We were simply ordered to drop everything and come here. Although at the time we weren't sure exactly where we were going."

Bradford sighed, "Private Vosk."

A young man dressed in fatigues appeared seconds later.

"Sir, Private Vosk reporting as ordered Sir."

"Private, I need you to escort both Dr. Vahlen and Dr. Shen to their rooms in the barracks. After that you are to escort them to the situation room for a briefing. Is that understood?"

The young man saluted and led the two scientists out into the hallway. Bradford watched them go with an almost tried expression on his face. With out any further delay he regained his confidence and walked up to the main display.

"I want Bravo team outfitted and ready to go to Munich in five minutes. In ten I want their asses on the Skyranger 'Big Sky' for deployment. I want Alpha and Charlie teams to lock and load and be ready in case things go south. And will someone get me a time frame as to when our Commanding Officer arrives. And this needs to get done thirty seconds ago. Let's move people!"

Each of the intelligence officers instantly snapped to, sending out their orders.

XxxxxX

Sergeant Manny Garcia looked on as his team readied themselves. Since Bravo Squad was just a fire team, there were only three others in the group besides himself. Readying her M4 assault rifle was the Japanese native Yoko Hayashi. Next to her, slowly loading shells in his 12 gauge shotgun was the American Christian Arnold. The final member, the Russian Jorgen Bogdanov, was placing several grenades, both fragmentation and flash, onto his belt as his MP5 submachine gun dangled loosely around his neck.

Manny himself was already armed and ready. Cradled in the dark skinned Puerto Rican's arms was the belt fed M240 Heavy machine gun. On his leg was his personal .44 Magnum along with a few blocks of C4. He turned his head at the sound of someone approaching and smiled at the sight of Alpha's leader, Sergeant Thomas Avery. Avery himself was outfitted with a standard M16 Assault Rifle, although his wore a suppressor at the end.

"Looks like you're getting the rookies this time," the Canadian chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You're a regular old comedian aren't you?"

"What can I say it's a gift," Avery said although his smile faltering, "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Manny shook his head, "I though you might know."

"I have no idea old friend. I asked Clarissa but she's just as in the dark as we are."

Manny gripped his friend's shoulder, "Just watch you ass. Keep your head down and trust your instincts. We'll make it through this just like before."

Despite his words, Manny could see that Avery was still shaken up.

"Yeah, I hear you man. It's just that I got a bad feeling on this."

"All team report to designated Skyrangers for deployment! All teams report to designated Skyrangers for deployment!" the announcement rang out over the base wide PA system.

"Here we go," commented Manny, "Good luck brother."

"You too. And when we get back, I want a rematch on that marksmanship competition."

Manny smiled, "your money is as good as mine Canuck."

Manny turned and began following his team out of the armory and in the adjacent hanger where three Skyrangers were park, their engines idly humming away.

Manny quickly adopted his helm and placing it upon his head. The helmet's HUD quickly powering up. His fellow members of Bravo were highlighted in a soft blue color. The members of Alpha and Charlie outlined in green. A holographic arrow appeared over the left most Skyranger, its codename Big Sky highlighted underneath it.

"Let's go, move!" Manny ordered as his team filed into the craft.

In the next thirty seconds, all Skyrangers were airborne and heading towards their objective with sound breaking speed.

XxxxxX

The interior of the Skyranger was silent as each member of Bravo prepared themselves in their own way. Many himself was fidgeting in his seat, his thumb idly playing with the rosary entangled around his fingers.

It wasn't long before the pilot informed them that they were now in German airspace. As if on cue, Bradford's image appeared on each one of their Head's Up Displays.

"Listen up soldiers. You're being deployed to Germany. At 1900 hours Zulu several unidentified objects fell on various parts of Munich. After ruling out the possibility of a downed satellite we now believe these objects to be… extraterrestrial in nature."

That revelation came with a few startled gasps and several hushed conversations. All died down as Bradford continued his briefing.

"Shortly after impact, German officials received reports of mass hysteria and freak weather around the impact zones. Then things went dark. At 2100 hours a chopper carrying a German military recon team went down in the area after reported being fired upon. Our mission is to assess the situation on the ground, ascertain the condition of the German recon team and investigate the extraterrestrial objects. Operation Devil's Moon is a go. Central out."

Bradford's image disappeared after that plunging the interior back in silence. Sparing a glance at his team, many could see that each one wasn't expecting this new revelation. Aliens? No one could have foreseen that. Not even him. But it was his job to bring his team home in one piece and Manny was determined to do that.

"Listen up!" Manny called out, standing up and gaining the attention of each member of his squad.

"I don't care if it's terrorist, little green men, or demon spawn ready to bring forth the second coming. We have a mission to carry out and by god we're going to do just that. You all heard Bradford. Our objectives are to locate the German Recon team, investigate whatever crashed down there, and figure out what the hell is going on. You are all here because you are the best of the best. Now let's do our jobs and go home."

Bolstered by their leader's words, each member stood as one and awaited the Skyranger to touch down.

"Coming over the target site now," said the pilot.

Manny opened a comm. channel, "do you have eyes on the crash site Big Sky?"

"Roger that sir, looks like the Germans went down hard."

"Any sign of the team?"

"Negative sir, but I'm getting strange readings. Like really strange. I've never seen anything like it."

"Copy that Big Sky, set us down. Tell Alpha and Charlie to get ready just in case."

"Aye sir, touchdown down in one mike over."

Almost a minute on the dot and Manny felt the Skyranger hit the ground. Seconds later and the ramp opened up. The first thing that greeted the Puerto Rican veteran was the sight of pure carnage. The German helicopter that went down was within sight as it slowly burned. All street lights were out and the only illumination was from the various fires that had yet to be put out.

"This is Bravo-One, we're groundside, how copy?"

Bradford's voice rang in Manny's earpiece, "This is central, what do you got Bravo-One?"

"A lot of damage sir. But nothing as of now to point out a cause. I'll inform you of the situation as it develops. Bravo-One out."

Manny turned to his team and quickly ordered them forward. There was absolutely no noise on the street either. It was deathly quiet.

"Arnold, you have point. Bogdanov, you take the rear. Hayashi, keep you eyes open for the German recon team. Let's double time it, move out."

As one, Bravo began to head down the street. Yet the entire area felt completely lifeless. That alarmed Manny the most. There were absolutely no people. No civilians, no German military. It was if there was nobody here to begin with. There were a few cars littered about, some with their doors completely ajar, others on their sides as if they were simply tossed aside. Some were simply smoldering wrecks, the fires burning away at them with little opposition.

"Sir!"

Manny turned to see Arnold bent over something. Manny rushed to his side and was handed a bullet casing.

"Its 5.56 sir. Standard in German military armaments. Looks like a fight went down."

Manny nodded and pocketed the brass, "I agree but where are they now?"

"I think I have an idea sir," came Bogdanov's reply.

Manny turned to see the Russian soldier a few paces ahead, standing before some bus terminal.

"What have you got Bogdanov?"

Jorgen simply pointed and when Manny saw what he was pointing to, he did his best not to throw up.

A soldier lay inside of the terminal, the flag patch on his arm clearly identifying him as a member of the German Recon team. But what had Manny fighting to keep his breakfast in his stomach was the fact that the body was maimed beyond recognition. It looked as if something had wormed it way out of the man's chest cavity and tore up the man's insides as well.

"Madre de dios," Manny cursed, "what could have done this?"

"No idea sir, but the trail leads to that building over there," Bogdanov said pointing to a large brick structure.

"Then that's where we're going. Hayashi, get on the horn and inform Bradford of our progress."

"Yes sir," answered the Japanese woman.

"Bogdanov, take point," Manny ordered as he and Arnold formed up together.

It didn't take long for the three of them to reach the building. Looking up Manny could see that something had crashed right through the top half of the building and had penetrated deep inside.

"Whoa, check this out man," exclaimed Arnold. Manny looked over and saw that the American was hunched over the alleged craft that had earlier plummeted from the sky.

"What have you got Arnold?"

"I don't know sir, but its no satellite."

"Leave it for now. We'll do a proper reading once we've secured the area," Manny said as Hayashi returned, "What news from Central?"

"Bradford says to proceed as planned but wants us to exercise extreme caution."

"Roger that. Bogdanov, Arnold, stack up. Flash Grenades through the windows then we breach and clear, understood?"

"Hoorah," answered Arnold.

"On my mark. Three, two, one, mark!"

On cue, Bogdanov tossed in two flash grenades through the adjacent windows, the breaking of the glass echoing down the empty street. There was a loud popping sound from the buildings interior which gave Arnold the signal to kick down the door. He stepped to the side to allow Manny and Yoko to rush in, weapons at the ready.

But what greeted them was anything but hostile. What greeted them was simply an empty factory floor, almost as dark as the street outside. The only thing that Manny saw was a man, standing just outside the radius of a low hanging lamp.

"Help…me…" the man groaned out. It was originally spoken in German but Manny's audio filters in his helmet translated it on a dime.

Manny glanced around at his surroundings, pointing out the useable cover and obvious flanking routes. He turned back to his team as they all filed in.

"Hayashi, take the right side, Bogdanov the left. I'll go up the middle. Arnold you contact our survivor."

Each member move silently as they approached. As he drew nearer, Arnold straightened himself up and raised his free hand in a placating gesture.

"Hey man, are you alright? We're here to help."

Arnold grew nervous as he saw that the survivor was holding a shotgun in one hand and a grenade in the other. Arnold's grip on his own shotgun tightened as he drew nearer.

"Buddy, can you hear me?" Arnold said once again as he tried to get through to the man. The survivor ceased calling out and remained silent as Arnold approached. The American finally stopped once he came within arms reach.

"We're here to-"

But the words died in his throat. At this distance Arnold could see the man's features clearly. What he saw made him fumble for his words.

The survivor's eyes were alit with a purple glow. The irises pulled towards the back of the man's head. Blood was flowing down from the corners of both eye sockets, through both nostrils and out both ears. To get a better look, Arnold grasped the lamp and shined it upon the crazed looking German survivor.

As he looked upon the man's face, Manny called out.

"What's the skinny Arnold?"

"I have no idea Sarge but this guy must be in shock or something I can't get through to him. Maybe if I-"

Arnold stopped when he saw something move behind the survivor. With the area still in darkness, Arnold moved the light head so it was facing the unknown area. What he saw mystified him. But before he could announce it to his team, he heard the sound of thunder and felt something slam into his exposed stomach. He fell right onto his back. As the darkness slowly claimed him, the last thing Christian Arnold saw was the smoking barrel of the survivor's shotgun.

Manny watched in horror as the survivor emptied a shell into Arnold's exposed midriff. To add insult to injury, the soldier then dropped his shotgun, pulled the pin from his grenade and then set it off.

The explosion engulfed both the survivor and Arnold as pieces of debris, blood and meat were sent flying in all directions.

With their trap sprung, a group of seven hostiles descended upon Manny and his team. To Manny they looked almost humanoid. They were the size of a small child, with large heads, all black almond shaped eyes, pale grey skin and wore absolutely no armor. In their hands they held what could only be defined as weapons. They looked like handheld bricks, glowing a soft yet clearly hostile green.

Manny's examination was halted when one of the hostile fired right at him. Letting his instincts take over, Manny fell flat on his face, allowing the glowing green orbs to fly harmlessly over him.

Gritting his teeth in both fear and anger, Manny rose and brandished his M240. The sound of clattering thunder echoed in the small confined factory as Manny sent nearly a hundred and fifty rounds down range. To his own amazement, the creatures were simply dodging his fire, almost as if they could read his thoughts. Yet Manny knew that was absurd and continued to lay down fire.

"Fall back, we're too exposed here! Fall back!"

Dutifully, Bogdanov and Hayashi were making their way towards the entrance. Once they cleared the threshold however, Hayashi went down screaming.

Bogdanov had no clue where the shot came from. All he saw was Hayashi sprinting one moment, and the next some green orb like projectile hit her square in the chest. Guessing where the assailant might be, Bogdanov raised his Mp5 and unloaded the entire clip.

To answer for his transgressions, a wave of more green orbs came flying at him. Most missed but a few hit, nailing him in the arm and singing his shoulder pad.

"I'm hit!"

Manny quickly emptied what was left in his current belt and slung the now empty weapon over his shoulder. Brandishing his .44 he sent two hostiles to early graves and turned tail. He was at Bogdanov side in moments. Hostile fire was coming in from nearly every direction and nearly every building along the street. Acting on impulse, Manny grabbed Jorgen by his collar and began to pull him towards the safety of cover.

"This is Bravo-One. We need back up on location! We got hostiles, presumed platoon strength! Bravo-Two and Bravo-Four are down! We need back up!"

Manny shut down the comm. as he heard the confirmation from both Alpha and Charlie leaders. Turning his attention back to fight, Manny emptied what was left in his six shooter and dropped it to the ground. Bogdanov, using his one good arm, reloaded his SMG and balanced the weapon on the edge of their cover. As he fired, Manny reloaded his light machine gun, his hands almost a blur as he worked.

All either of them could do was pray that they could hold out until Alpha and Charlie arrived.

XxxxxX

The quiet street of Munich had turned into a warzone. From what Avery could see on his holographic display, two members of Bravo were already down. Although it was a selfish thought, Avery thanked whatever gods were watching that Manny was alright.

"This is Bravo-One. We need back up on location! We got hostiles, presumed platoon strength! Bravo-Two and Bravo-Four are down! We need back up!"

Avery nodded to himself and opened a comms channel to Central.

"Central this is Alpha-One, requesting permission to assist on site."

"Confirmation granted Alpha-One. Get in there and assist. I'm working right now to get some help from the German authorities. But as it stands, you're on your own."

"Rodger that Central, Alpha-One out."

Avery looked back at his team, "Alright boys lets get in there and show 'em how this is done!"

Each member loaded their weapons and prepared themselves as their Skyranger headed towards the contact site. Almost instantly their craft shook as it was peppered with enemy fire.

"We got a hot LZ boys. We wont be able to touchdown," informed the pilot."

"Copy that, just get us there," answered Avery.

Within thirty seconds, the Skyranger opened its rear ramp and Avery was instantly met with a swarm of hostile fire.

"Go, go, go!"

Although Avery was the first out, he was lucky by comparison. One of his men that was standing right beside him took hit to the face and went down instantly. Avery, no stranger to combat, ignored it for now and charged to the nearest available cover. Behind him, the surviving members of Alpha found cover as well and began to take the heat off of Manny and Bogdanov.

"Where the hell are you Charlie?" Avery screamed into his mic.

"Coming in now," answered Charlie's leader Clarissa Schwartz.

Satisfied that reinforcements were inbound, Avery began to advance, his rifle spitting out lead in accurate three round bursts. During the fight, Avery saw one of the grey colored hostiles, point a large bulky weapon towards the sky. The sight was almost comical, the weapon a great deal larger than its owner, yet that soon turned to horror once it spat out a large green bolt of energy at Charlie's Skyranger.

The shot hit right on the nose of the Skyranger, causing the craft to begin spiraling out of control.

"This is Hawk Eye, mayday! Mayday! Controls aren't responding! We're going down!"

The Skyranger completed its decent and slammed into a nearby building. Within milliseconds, it blew into a large ball of flame that consumed the entire craft. There was no way that any one survived.

Cursing to himself, Avery turned back to the fight and disposed of two grays that were trying to flank Manny and Bogdanov's position. The enemy, finally realizing that Avery and his team were a threat as well, turned most of their fire towards him, causing the Canadian to duck behind cover.

"Central, where is our Godamn reinforcements! We're out numbered here!"

"German authorities say they need fifteen minutes to get there. Just hold on Alpha."

"In fifteen minutes this entire street will be a graveyard!"

Almost like the will of god himself, several explosions dotted the enemy's positions. A dark mass then flew over the war torn street.

"This is Big Sky, we got your backs. Just hold on boys!"

Big Sky brought his Skyranger around for another pass, blanketing the opposition with his chain gun. Scores of enemies were felled with that pass and to add insult to injury, Big Sky let loose with his final two rockets, engulfing the flanking building in explosions.

With the enemy numbers thinned, the human soldiers found an opening and began to push further on. The enemy wasn't by any means defeated but their backs certainly had been broken.

"Sarge heads up!"

Avery glanced back and saw another group of the small gray aliens charging from another building further down the street. Avery opened fire and felled two before having to duck back into cover again. His teammate that alerted him wasn't so lucky, receiving several shots to his torso and causing him to fall flat.

Several explosion rocket Big Sky as the aliens tried to bring down the human death machine. While it was certainly armored, no craft could take that kind of punishment. Big Sky suddenly found his left engine exploding, causing his craft to spiral down and crash into the street below.

Avery grabbed his last surviving teammate and charged forth to the crash site. Thankfully, Big Sky was alive but he was seemingly unconscious.

"Get him out, I'll cover you!"

As Alpha-Three, desperately tired to get Big Sky free, Avery continued to assault the enemy with accurate bursts from his rifle. Suddenly a sharp burning pain erupted from his chest. Glancing down he saw that whatever had hit him, tore clean through his armor and burned the sensitive flesh underneath.

Gritting his teeth in pain, Avery did his best to ignore the pain and continued to fire. That was until another shot slammed into his knee and another hit him in the stomach.

With his vision beginning to fade, Avery fell to his knees, no longer caring for the battle around him. That was when he saw a purple-green object bounce with inches of him and his teammate. It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out that it was a grenade. With his teammate's attention away from the offending object, and with no breath in lungs to call out a warning, Avery Thomas did the only thing he could think of.

Using what little strength he had, he shifted his body weight and landed firmly on the grenade. Thankfully, Avery was dead before it went off.

XxxxxX

Manny knew that his time was running out. Already, he saw the life signs on most of Alpha and all of Charlie had gone dark. Avery was dead as well, but Manny knew he had no time to mourn.

A shout from behind him made him turn to see Bogdanov get hit in the neck. The Russian fell backwards and Manny could see that the flesh where the round hit was almost completely burned away. There was some life left in Bogdanov's eyes however. With one hand he fired away with his magnum while using the other to try and plug up his teammates wound. But it was a vain effort and Bogdanov passed within seconds.

Cursing, Manny aimed and fired, killing another of the gray aliens. Then he felt a something impact his shoulder blade and felt a searing hot pain engulf his back. He knew he was shot but Manny was stubborn and turned to confront the threat. He saw two more aliens charging at him, weapons already blazing away. Manny ignored the incoming projectiles and fired the last three rounds in his pistol. Luckily it was only two that he needed, the third just being the icing on the cake.

With the direct threat eliminated, Manny scooped up Bogdanov's MP5 and resumed to fight. In the corner of his eye he saw the last member of Alpha flat line as the enemy over whelmed the soldier's position. Big Sky lasted another 1.732 seconds until he too flat lined.

Alien, two o'clock, fire. Dead alien. Alien at twelve o'clock high, fire. Dead alien. Reload. Alien at one o'clock, fire. Dead alien.

Manny snapped from target to target, not letting his opposition to get a single clear shot on him unless they wanted to taste what high velocity lead was like. He was so into the fight it took him a moment to realize that he was firing at the alien's backs.

They were retreating.

Manny was almost mystified when the warzone had become quiet once more. Only this time the street was littered with dead humans and aliens alike. Shell casing littered the ground next to the damaged alien blasters. Red blood intermingled with the alien's green.

"Central… this is Bravo-One. Requesting evac," Manny said with a defeated tone.

"Roger that Bravo-One. German authorities are five minutes away. Alpha's Skyranger is two minutes out. Let's get you home," replied Bradford

For many, the firefight on the seemingly nameless street of Munich, Germany was the opening shots of the invasion. Humanity for the first time now had undeniable proof of the existence of life not of their own world. Yet not one of them knew if that was a good fact or a bad one.

Either way, humanity was at war.

A/N:
As you can see I wont be telling a story that reflects the game. The game itself is good but turn based strategy is nothing like real life. Also, one problem I had was choosing between situations to respond to. From a game standpoint it makes sense, giving the player a sense of dread as they choose who to save and who to write off. But in real life? You can have around 99 soldiers in your arsenal but can only use one transport to get from A to B. That makes no sense and hopefully I can do a good job translating from Game to Novel… or whatever.
Just one more prologue chapter and those character submissions will appear. Not all at the same time but they'll appear.
So, thoughts?