This is the British Strikeforce getting geared up by a spooky skeleton who would give us several choices to choose from. I was given a choice between a rocket launcher with 6 rockets or four X4's. Kitchi, who was miraculously also there got a choice between two ARs or two MGL-90's. Other choices included a tommy gun that shot .357 rounds or an LMG that shot shotgun shells, a combat borg or a medical borg, whether to take the ship or the pod, weather to notify the crew and get an extra guy, or go stealth, what type of suits to wear, whether to destroy telecomms or gravity, and a few others that I forgot. Lastly we got to choose our British sounding names. I was Reginald D. Poppycock.
I think next time I would choose to go silent, because going loud gave them a lot of opportunity to get guns from cargo as well as Durands.
The second picture is just a small portion of the carnage caused by the first and second wave of Brits, which I was also part of, and during which I fumbled my way through setting up a nuke for the first time.
All in all, it was a blast. Thanks admins.