March 1, 2015
The aliens are here, and they definitely have not come in peace. The Secretary General has offered me the Atlasean task of leading humanity's first and last line of defense against the alien invaders, and I have accepted.
Earth is not ready. I am not ready. X-Com is not ready.
Thus far, the satellite capabilities of the organization are limited to covering the United States. While my R&D team hurry to prepare and launch more, we are forced to rely on other methods of alien intel gathering. Borrowing some ECHELON technology from the NSA, I have created an international 800 number (1-800-767-9266 or 1-800-SOS-XCOM) for use of governments and civilians to call in alien sightings. The ECHELON computers and my own analysis teams will monitor reports to try and sort out the naturally anticipated number of prank and crackpot calls for genuine alien activity. Hopefully, the aliens won't activate their death beams while some asshole is asking if we have Prince Albert in a can.
My XO, Central Officer Bradford, assures me that the strike team is ready to be deployed at the first sign of alien activity. Dr. Vahlen in R&D is ready to analyze any alien artifacts the team is able to bring back with them, and Dr. Shen is standing by in Engineering to put her information into practical application.
Those are the people who will be safely down in the underground bunker with myself. Now I go and meet the men and women that I may be sending to their deaths.
Gordon Walker: Green Beret and sole survivor of the Berlin Incident strike team. No one has come as close to the aliens and walked away as this man has. With one handshake, I could tell why. He'll be an exemplary leader for the strike team.
Oscar Dodge: Recruited from Canada's JTF2. Hopefully, his experience with international counter-terrorism will be just as effective with interplanetary terrorists.
Giacomo Conti: Recruited from Italy's Reggimento Carabinieri Paracadutisti, men trained to go anywhere, do anything. X-Com's global nature tells me I'll need more people like him.
Spencer Malone: A fellow Army Ranger and native Texan who, like all men from Texas, imagines he's the reincarnation of Burt Reynolds. I don't have the heart to tell him that Mr. Reynolds is still alive and well.
Introductions were cut short by an alert from Mission Control that reports of alien abductions were coming in from Dallas. That first round on me will have to wait til they get back.
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