#xcom the speaker

[korbensoi]

ADVENT really should've utilized humanity's horniness appreciation for beauty more. Just saying.

[xcommatriarch]

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[Senior XCOM Staff]

[OC] Ensoi Lesnaya | Tag: Ensoi Lesnaya Callsigns: (XCOM) Commander / (undercover) Chit-Chat / (chosen) Matriarch Role: The XCOM Commander

[Canon] John Bradford | Tag: John Bradford Callsign: (XCOM) Central Role: Operations officer, (previous) Avenger's Pilot

[Canon] Dr. Richard Tygan | Tag: Richard Tygan Callsign: (XCOM) Hamburgler Role: Chief Science Officer, (previous) ADVENT gene therapy clinic employee

[Canon] An-Yi Shen | Tag: Lily Shen Callsign: (XCOM) Lily Role: Chief Engineering Officer

[Canon|MIA] Dr. Moira Vahlen | Tag: Moira Vahlen Callsign: - Role: (Previous) Chief Science Officer

[XCOM Troops]

[Canon] Shaojie Zhang | Tag: Shaojie Zhang Callsign: (XCOM) Chilong Role: (EU/LWR) Assault | (XCOM 2) Ranger

[OC] Anton Smits | Tag: Anton Smits Callsing: (EXALT / XCOM) Vector Role: (EU/LWR) Medic | (XCOM 2) Specialist

[Canon/OC] David Jones | Tag: David Jones Callsing: (XCOM) Big Sky Role: (EU/LWR) Skyranger Pilot | (XCOM 2) Avenger Pilot/Specialist

[OC] Stepan Kononov | Tag: Stepan Kononov Callsign: (XCOM) Wombat Role: (XCOM 2) Specialist

[OC] Lucinda Del Rosa | Tag: Lucinda Del Rosa Callsign: (XCOM) Heavens Spear Role: (XCOM 2) Templar

[Canon] Elena Dragunova | Tag: Elena Dragunova Callsign: (XCOM/Reapers) Outrider Role: (XCOM 2) Reaper

[Canon] Pratal Mox | Tag: Pratal Mox Callsign: Mox Role: (XCOM 2) Skirmisher

[Resistance]

[Canon] Konstantin Volikov | Tag: Konstantin Volikov Callsing: (XCOM/Reapers) Volk Role: Reaper faction leader

[Canon/OC] Jake Levy | Tag: Jake Levy Callsign: (XCOM) The DJ Role: Resistance Radio Host

[Aliens]

[Canon/OC] Victor | Tag: Victor Lesnoy Callsign: (ADVENT) The Speaker Role: (EU) Infiltration Unit | (XCOM 2) ADVENT Speaker / Resistance Radio Co-host | (Post XCOM 2) Actor

[Canon] Chosen Assassin | Tag: Assassin

[Canon] Chosen Hunter | Tag: Hunter

[Canon] Chosen Warlock | Tag: Warlock

[companionwolf]

Cobalt?'s inner safe place--

Okay, so it's the Commander's Quarters from XCOM 2 as the like...base for the room, but it's very obviously inside of an in-flight space ship (it's not on the ground, this is important); otherwise it very much does look like that room.

If you're not familiar with said room...

(My version is... absolutely not 1:1, so some of my descriptions of it won't map to the screenshots much/at all).

Uh, the rest is under the cut for length.

There's one brown bookshelf on the right wall, and another on the wall near the entryway (also brown).

That double bed has a blue weighted blanket and our constellation blanket. Also a lot of pillows. Above the bed where in the game the gun would be mounted is a flag with our personal system unity symbol. There's a small side table built into the wall by the bed on the left; there's books & stuff on it.

Along where the ceiling meets the walls at the top all around is christmas string lights; the general light in the room is low and ambient. There's a long sort of oblong window like thing to the left set in the wall in that space between the bed and computer desk area; it reveals a view of space, often looking down at the earth (this view can be closed if and when it's not wanted).

The computer...station sort of area is more of a typical desk; it has a lamp, 3 big monitors, a coffee mug ('the commissioner is doing a great job!") with some pens in it, and a light up keyboard as well as a desktop computer chassis (somewhat under and to the side, there's room to hide under the desk somewhat comfortably).

In the sort of center of the room is the lounge area; there's dark colored couches surrounding a dark colored coffee table that has various items like game controllers and toys in the table's little shelf things; you can press something on the table's top to make a screen rise up out of it for playing games or watching things.

The only door into the room is like an airport bathroom kind of door; you slide the little latch thing to the left to lock, right to unlock.

The room's PA connected intercom + accompanying microphone (not the part!) are to the right of the door. To the left is a switch for the overhead lights and a mechanism for controlling gravity (it is like the locks in SOMA-- turn and push in to have gravity, pull out and turn to turn gravity off.)

There is a comfy friends Flareon plushie on the bed. I thought...well, I'm not Cobalt. I mean I am. But I'm not. It's complicated. But he likes Vaporeon. And other hims (like uh, I think Cobalt-3) like Jolteon. So I thought...yeah, my fave can be Flareon.

There is a large potted snake plant in the corner where the wall behind the bed and right most wall meet.

The bookshelf on the right wall is regular books & ttrpgs; the bookshelf on the wall near the door is a blaseball merch collection/shrine/etc.

Faintly there is sometimes the sound of indistinct but friendly voices on the room's speaker system (not the same as the PA/intercom); this is a imagined discord vc-- occasionally it will be something else (the 2nd most usual thing is a splortcasting recording).

This is....supposed to be safe place imagery disconnected from the inner world, but I'm not sure if it is or isn't. That's okay. It's still mine either way.

[anaveragedisaster]

Some lore for the reimagined non-XCOM Resistance factions in my Nine Sols/Xcom 2 crossover thing I'm calling the Solcom AU

(By the way, I'm not sure how much the fandoms for these games overlap. I'll try my best to keep things understandable to non-xcom players.)

The Reapers: Similarly to their XCOM version, they're a loose group of guerrilla fighters that live in the wilderness, away from Sol-controlled cities. I don't think it's confirmed anywhere in the OG game's lore, but in this version, they definitely formed out of old-world prepper groups. Instead of using guns, they've elected to go especially primal and use combat bows.

Their leader, so to speak, is Shennong. He's still one of the humans who was abducted and brought to New Kunlun's Apeman Facility to be experimented on. Over the years, the others were successfully brainwashed and genetically modified to be loyal to the Sols, people who could be presented to the public as ideal citizens of the Solarian-ruled Earth (instead of being a disguised alien, the Propaganda Speaker from XCOM 2 would be one of these humans). Shennong, despite being subjected to the same treatments, remains the paranoid, anti-social guy we know. Luckily, either Eigong or Goumang chose to keep him around as a (probably) harmless anomaly they could observe. However, one day he got fed up enough to break out of the livestock pen and, through sheer luck, made it off New Kunlun and into Earth's wilderness, where he was discovered by the Reapers. They were obviously sceptical of him at first, but his conspiracy theorist personality and his ability to create booze out of random stuff he eats wins them over.

Some of the more devoted fighters have even begun to follow his example and eat poisonous animals and plants they find or grow (in small amounts, obviously), which in gameplay would give them immunity against poison and/or other negative status effects.

Once XCOM has made proper contact with the Reapers, Yi and Shennong hit it off over their shared drinking habit. From then on, XCOM can find and pick up both exotic poisons to trade to him, as well as different types of booze from all over the world that he and Yi can enjoy together.

The Skirmishers (will probably change the name, but haven't thought of one yet): In XCOM 2, they were part of ADVENT's genetically altered army that broke free of their mind control. Similarly, here they're soldiers from the biomechanical army, primarily the Red Tiger Legion, that somehow gained sentience and went rogue. I'm not quite set on how they would be in combat compared to game Skirmishers, though they definitely have their grappling hooks.

Their leader is obviously Chiyou. He made it off New Kunlun soon after it landed and began wandering the Earth, marvelling at its beauty and cultures. Once he encountered other self-aware robots, he happily joined up with them, helping them comprehend their newfound state of freedom with his philosophies. Their primary goal now is to keep their freedom, while helping any other Solarian weapons find theirs. Their storyline would involve XCOM having to destroy Xingtian (probably multiple times, like in the actual game) to put him out of his mindless misery.

There's also a group of geno-soldier scholars that has grown to share Chiyou's appreciation for art and belief in nonviolence. Yi's XCOM can find and give their little circle various artistic works to safeguard and contemplate over (though they've promised to return them once peace and freedom have been restored)

The Neo-Fangshi (aka solcom!Templars): Once the Fusang's roots had spread throughout the world, it didn't take long for humans to start developing or even getting born with a connection to it, much like Heng. Some have even accessed the Limitless Realm and witnessed the great Tao. This has led to a revival of Taoist beliefs in places across the Earth, something the Sols haven't been too happy about due to their science-centric worldview.

Geist (I might change his name as well), in this AU, developed a particularly strong connection to the Limitless Realm, catching glimpses of Lear and his younger warrior form. From records the Sols had made public to humans, he learned about Lear's accomplishments as a scientist and fighter and was inspired to follow in his footsteps. Geist and like-minded 'gifted' humans decided that the power the original Fangshi gained from the Limitless Realm isn't to be ignored like the Sols are seemingly doing. Their New Fangshi guild is dedicated to both using advanced technology and cultivating their qi abilities to become more powerful, so that they may one day bring down the Sols' regime and bring humanity into a new era themselves.

Geist's ambitions are challenged somewhat towards the end of the story (which I've been able to develop somewhat), when XCOM raids Kunlun's Grotto of Scriptures and retrieves the holorecording of his dear Lear's Declaration of Inaction, which Yi gives to him. Soon after, both of them are summoned to the Limitless Realm, where Geist gets to properly meet Lear for the first time. The old master lectures them on what being a Taoist actually means, including telling his story about the Demon Dog. This is even more sobering to Geist, who begins to realize that, with how power hungry most of them are, he, like Lear long ago, may have to put down his fellow Fangshi if there is to be lasting peace after the Sols are defeated.

In terms of fighting style, the Fangshi are like XCOM 2 Templars, whose style in turn is incidentally a lot like Yi's style in his game (which is what inspired me to make them Fangshi like him here). Both use basically magic (psionic energy and qi/rhizomatic energy, respectively) to conjure blades for attacking and to avoid damage through parrying. So yeah.

[heljay]

What are your Viper ocs like?

I just have the one (Bond)!

Bond being a Thin Man who got into the humans' rebellion when XCOM HQ fell, and thereby never got modified back into her true form. She did get alterations similar to the Speaker's, in that she looks more believably human, but her eyes still give her away. Her work for the Rebellion is to regularly infiltrate ADVENT and sabotage it from within; if she needs to go undercover, she uses contact lenses, makeup, all the sexy spy things.

Bond is, personality-wise, the sort of prideful person that is mostly a façade but isn't very self-aware that it is a façade. She thinks she is, indeed, very proud of who she is and what she's capable of, and in her defense she can be quite judgy towards others who aren't as good at her particular areas of expertise (namely, infiltration). She's a hard worker who recognizes her own efforts. However, she's also the sort of person who believes her value is not inherent, that if she isn't being useful then what the hell is she here for. She also has a weak sense of self outside of her work, and wouldn't be able to describe her own personality if asked.

As for how others describe her, she's charismatic, versatile, a quick decision-maker, casually flirty and a bit of an attention-seeker. Her moral compass is a bit of a mess, in that she has no qualms about the dirtier parts of her job, doesn't even blink when presented with even the most depraved behaviour, and has a habit of playing Devil's Advocate when explaining the motives to those things even when she doesn't agree with them; but there are certainly things she would never choose to do, and she does have a streak of compassion that comes out whenever an ally needs help— something she doesn't hesitate to do, but simultaneously feels somewhat ashamed of, due to the indoctrination of the Elders.

(She's very much like a cult escapee that never fully unlearned the cult's teachings, essentially. Even long after leaving the service of the Elders, if asked what she wants for herself and her own life, the only answer she knows how to give involves being in service to someone else. Insisting that's not a valid answer just confuses her.)

She still considers herself a Viper, and most other aliens also refer to her as a Viper, regardless of her resembling human. Funny enough, I wonder if other Vipers would question the idea of Thin Men still being Vipers, or if they'd see them as an offshoot the way Berserkers are to Mutons, or if they're even further removed like Archons are to Mutons 🤔

But on that note, while she was growing up among her fellow Vipers, she had a reputation for being a "kiss-ass" and a "teacher's pet" lol

snek wants lots of praise

[acidhydra101]

wait holy shit i just realized, was the speaker from xcom 2 inspired by this???

[zenlossq]

~What I use on my PC~

My machine is running 3 OSes.

Endeavour OS on an nvme partition running gnome desktop with blur my shell and windows taskbar.

Setting up endeavour OS was a must after receiving many errors on Fedora Silverblue using flatpaks to run steam. I enabled dkms using linux-lts-headers and installed the xone drivers off the medusa github repo and the steam runtime using the sudo packman -S command as Valve intended. Its boot loader was installed on a usb drive though so that I could preserve another EFI partition.

Windows 11 - my default OS on a separate SSD contains some games I play like XCOM and GTA.

I use Windows mainly cause of wallpaper engine though. It runs mydockfinder for the macOS aesthetic.

macOS X Sonoma - On my other nmve partition containing it so I can play with GarageBand sometimes. Setting it up required me to downgrade to a compatible gpu and using the reverse platform id method (intel) on opencore.

The main use of my computer is for gaming and music listening. It is connected to a 4K TV and an Xbox controller (wired)

The main browser is zen and the music app is cider sometimes, but zen is pretty good.

The speaker is an always on one, simply I connected it to a usb hub and it kicks ass.

[advent-citizen-id2b38]

i truly believe that xcom killed the speaker because his shear sexual power was seducing all there agents into ADVENTS loving embrace

[etherealvoidechoes]

Watch Your Tongue

Idea from a few days ago. Slightly capturing the one-sided friendship Faruk and the Speaker have more or less. Especially when dealing with that sensitive topic for her.

She can have pleasant conversations with him, but otherwise doesn’t like him too much. Also me living vicariously through her to punch the darn prick.

About 2k. Mild violence, blood, and some language.

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Walking down the halls of a luxury condo and humming a cheery tune was Speaker Amon. He was visiting the city Tsunamon, somewhere along the coast of Earth Asia, for official ambassador business and what not for the Elders, but was also visiting a friend. A fellow ambassador.

“It’s been a few years since we’ve talked face to face.” He spoke to himself. “I wonder how she and her den have been holding up.”

As he reached the end of the hall, he saw his goal in sight. Two ADVENT guards standing outside of a particular door. He had already passed a few patrols making their rounds through the condo complex, but knew these two were the “extra security” for his friend. He chuckled. She really didn’t need that, since she and her children could defend themselves just fine.

As he reached the guards, he stopped in front of them. “Hello.” He greeted them with a nod.

“Speaker Amon.” One guard acknowledged him.

He smiled. “I’m here to visit my dear friend. She knows I would come today.”

They nodded. They then turned and pressed a button on the intercom.

“Yes? Speaking?” A Viper hissed as she answered. She sounded fairly annoyed.

“Speaker Amon is here, Lujayn.” The guard said.

“Oh!” Several hisses followed as there was a cacophony of pots clanging and metal clashing in the background. A few threats one could assume she was throwing at her siblings if they dared touch anything in the kitchen. “I’ll be there in just a moment.”

Amon raised a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle. Sounded like someone got caught in the middle of cooking.

A few seconds later, the door clicked and opened. Behind the door was a Viper, without that cobra-like hood, who had silver and brown scales with hints of red. She was bigger and thicker than most Vipers’ Earthlings had seen, as she was a “Boa” variant. She may have not had the same potent venom as her kin, but her crushing muscles were more than capable. Her “bind and crush” was more lethal than her kin, and she could ensnare more than one foe.

“Sorry about that!” She apologized. All hints of annoyance were gone. She was wiping her hands with a towel. Once done, she quickly stuck it into a pocket of apron she was wearing. A rather blood and spice stained apron. “Come in, come in!”

“My, you’ve grown.” Amon commented as he entered the residence. And as he did so, he switched to their native tongue. A mixture of hisses and shrill sounds.

 He looked at her from head to tail, adjusting his sunglasses ever so slightly. Seeing part of her body trailing off and around the corner. “I remember when you were a small little neonate.”

Lujayn giggled, smiling with her eyes. “I’ve been eating hearty meals and have mom’s genes to thank.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Mother’s in the living room.” She said before quickly slithering her way back to the kitchen when she heard a pot clatter. “I thought I told you guys to stay out of that!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. Younglings.

As he followed her, he paused as something caught his eye. A mirror on the wall. The glass was shattered. A few slivers of orange blood were on the shards.

“Huh.” He thought nothing of it. Probably a tussle between siblings caused the damage. He continued on his way. 

As he entered the enormous living room, he saw more Vipers of all shapes, sizes, and colors mingling and lounging about. Both a majority shared their mother’s scales. A sandy brown and tan with hints of read.

 A few neonates slithering around; most escaping Lujayn’s wraith as they stuffed their maws full of meat. A pair of sisters were near the windows leading to the balcony were nesting on some eggs basking in the sun’s warming rays. And then he noticed a few changed like him. Thin Men is what the humans back during the Invasion would call them. Well, the dissenters and rebels still called them that.

Hearing metal pots clatter once again, followed by hissing and shouting, he looked over to the kitchen. Lujayn was busy chasing out a few neonates that were still pilfering some meat she was cutting up. So bold of them.

Then something else caught his eye as he looked around the room. Another mirror. A massive one that covered most of the west side wall. It, too, was shattered. There were several points of impact. Almost as if someone had punched it. Repeatedly.

“Hm.”

As he pondered on what could have caused that, he finally saw her. The reason for his visit.

Pacing back and forth near that mirror was an older man, black hair with white around the sides. Hints of sandy brown and tan scales, with hints of red, were around his neck. He was were wearing a sleeveless dark green shirt, black dress pants, and had a white sash was around their waist.

“Faruk my friend!” He greeted her.

Hearing someone say her name, she turned her head ever so slightly to see who it was. That face of hers was fixed into a scowl. That didn’t disturb him. He was used to it. That was the way she usually looked. A wise, yet ill-tempered elder.

“Hm.” She wrinkled her nose, but nodded at him. Immediately, she turned her attention back to pacing, head looking slightly towards the floor.

“Ha, ha.” He laughed. He took no offense.

“It’s been quite awhile since we’ve seen each other.” Amon said as he walked over to her, making sure not to get in the way of her pacing. “Looks like you have your whole family here. I presume even more of your den is here? Taking up the rest of this floor of the complex?”

“Hm.” A grunt and a nod came from her.

Amon continued to talk, shifting the conversation to their respective jobs and other things. He brought up a meeting they would be having with the Elders sometime later in the week, dealing with some rather troublesome dissenters in the region. Supposedly, they were the remnants of a most troublesome military organization back during the Invasion.

“Ah, no matter who they may be. They will be snuffed out like all others whole hold on to that barbaric past.” He chuckled to himself.

As he continued to ramble, and she continued to barely acknowledge his words, he noticed something. As she was pacing, she was rubbing the knuckles on both her hands. Bandaged hands, stained with blood. He found that strange. What had caused her such an injury? Then something clicked in his mind. He looked at the mirror. That large shattered mirror.

Oh, that again. He finally remembered. He had heard stories about this. About this strange “issue” she had developed sometime after the Elders had secured the Earth and upgraded her form. A disconnect and longing for what she once was. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. She knew the risks. All of the volunteers did. And they were rewarded well by the Elders for their efforts. But, for some reason… she just couldn’t let go of the past. It’s no longer relevant, we look towards the future.

“You know Faruk,” he paused as he looked at the mirror awhile longer before looking at her again, “if you hate your appearance so much, I believe the Elders would be more than happy to change it for you.” 

As he said this, all chatter in the room came to a dead halt. All eyes were on him. Many of her children’s faces were filled with dread and a few “oh, nos” could be heard. Somehow, he didn’t notice this. 

“They could, in all likelihood, fix that face of yours.” He said with a teasing grin. He had no problem with how she looked. “Always a constant scowl you have, my friend. Do you ever s— ACK!“

CRAASH! CRANKLE CRANKLE…

Just as Faruk was passing him again, she quickly outstretched her arm. A balled fist struck Amon’s face, shattering his sunglasses, and sent him back and crashing into the mirror. It shattered further and shards clattered to the floor.

Amon sharply gasped as he fell to the floor. He quickly clutched his face. The world was spinning. He shook it a few times to get his bearings.

“You struck me?” His mind was trying to process what had just happened. He pulled back his hand and noticed orange blood. And more dripping onto the floor. Hesitantly, he touched his nose and winced, quickly pulling back the hand. It was broken. “You struck m— HU— URK!”

Faruk had gone over to him, kneeled down, and grabbed his face. Black nails dug in and tore into his face, drawing more blood, as she pulled it towards hers. That scowl on her face had grown worse. Eyebrows fiercely arched and mouth pulled back into a sneer. Her teeth were bared.

Amon grabbed at her hand, clawing at it to make her let go. But she had a death grip. She was a Boa after all.

“The Elders may have chosen you to be the speaker of this world, but remember…,” She paused, bringing her face closer to his. “I outrank you in every aspect.” The next moment, she let go of his face, causing him to drop back to the floor, and got back up. She turned her back to him and started pacing once more. “You have a mind attached to that tongue; learn how to use it properly. Read the damn room. Do not try me again.”

“Is everything alright right?” The two guards from outside came rushing in. “We heard a commotion outside.” Noticing Amon on the floor — and injured by the looks of it — one went over to him and helped him up.

Faruk turned to look at them. “Everything is fine… minus my friend here had a little accident. So clumsy of him.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. “The poor man slipped on the rug, cracked his nose against the table, and then crashed into the mirror.” 

Amon’s jaw went slack. Was she lying? And doing it so boldly?

“Is this true? Speaker Amon?” One guard asked him.

“Please do get him to a doctor quickly and safely. I would hate to see that lovely face of his permanently damaged.” Faruk spoke again before he could reply. Her eyes were now on him. Intense, piercing eyes locking with his. “No, no, no can’t have that for the cameras and broadcasts.”

It was slowly clicking for Amon. She wasn’t going to tell the truth of what happened. And neither were her children. He had finally noticed just how quiet the room had grown. A mixture of concerned faces all looking at their mother and the other half trying to ignore what had just happened. Looks like he had struck a nerve.

“Speaker Amon?” The guard was waiting for an answer.

“Huh? Uh, y-y-es! Y-yes!” He swiftly nodded, slightly muffled, as he was cupping his face. “Silly me, not watching what I stepped on.” A nervous laugh slipped out.

He played along. Out of fear. There was a look in Faruk’s eyes that was frightening him. A look that said, “I will kill you.”

Once back on his feet, the two guards began to escort them out. One calling in the incident and asking for transport to the nearest clinic.

“See you at the meeting in a few days, Amon.” Faruk said to him as he was being escorted out. She even waved. “And be so kind to keep that subject between us.” 

“Y-yes! Of course, my friend!” He wouldn’t even tell the Elders. “My lips are sealed!” 

“Good.”

[advent-trooper]

So citizens!

I was recently asked by a fellow trooper to tell you all my top three favourite people I know! Unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to mention civilians in particular so I apologise!

1: Definitely The Assassin! She’s lovely and kind, but don’t underestimate her! Those rules only apply to those she likes!

2: The Speaker! I cannot explain why, it’s like it’s engrained in my head to respect him? Weird!

3: Last but not least, my Supervisor! Although he refuses to interact with us he’s the one who controls how comfortable we are! He provides the rations and our sleeping quarters!

[korbensoi]

Looking through my xcom soldiers to pick one as another OC, just because I want someone to go full "hey, I'd tap that" route when we get our enhanced thin man back.

"You don't know you're beautiful" song type of shenanigans, but it's Victor and something more like "you don't realize how hot are your alien parts for certain humans". Sure, it's not even a "hear me out" at this point, he is too human-like to certify for a proper monster-fucking target. But still!

I'd imagine he'd still be dumbfounded at the particular parts the aforementioned human would lust after. The Elders did all this work to make Victor look like one of them, and a literal human looks at his scales instead? At his snake-like eyes that he still has to hide behind dark glasses? Sharp-ish claws instead of nails, pointy teeth... One time he's asked about his tongue, for some reason? Victor is confused, but confirms that it is, indeed, still quite long.

The lucky human is ecstatic.

[xcommatriarch]

How much of his combat training does Victor remember? (ie; how "accurately" would you say he's able to match the skills of the in-game Crit Men? And would he be able to defend the radio shack, if ADVENT came knocking, or would both he and Jake have to squish themselves under the desk together until help arrived lol)

It's... an interesting topic, actually. See here, he was, of course, trained like any other Thin Mint prior to Enemy Unknown. So, despite being absolutely terrified and, let's admit it, pretty quickly captured, he still poses a certain level of danger - inhuman strength, agility and poison/acid, if nothing else.

Now, his time in captivity, and following years as a Speaker certainly did a number on his battle skills. Why bother keeping up with rifle training, when you literally have ADVENT bodyguards, after all? Not to mention, being always so furiously protected also made him... if not paranoid, then more anxious than before, for sure. No wonder he prefers to hide instead of confronting the attackers now, lmao.

So naturally, one would assume these two dumbasses would have to pretty much find a cozy safe nook and pray XCOM or whoever is defending the Camp at the time makes it in time.

Oh, buddy. OH, BUDDY.

Victor might be a scaredy-cat, but anger at someone trying to harm his damn human overrides all fear somehow.

If Jake wasn't scared shitless for his life at the moment, he would certainly fall in love all over again - how could he not, when his alien twink suddenly finds his menacing hiss and renders at least two of those ADVENT bastards unable to fight by spitting poison at them? So, yes, he won't be able to singlehandedly defend the shack, but he is more than capable to stall the attackers and potentially mutilate some of them - as a treat for the actual security forces/XCOM, you know?

[mrbattery]

I can't be the only one seeing this, right?

[one-that-had-to]

XCOM x wolfpupy (x)(x)(x)

[glavazz]

When you beat xcom 2: War of the chosen with all of the chosen alive

Warlock: UNBELIEVABLE I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT XCOM HAS THE AUDACITY TO EVEN ATTEMPT TO DEFY THE GODS AND EVEN SUCCEEDED TO EVEN DEFEAT THEM, ARE THEY SO IGNORANT TO NOT KNOW- *continues to have a breakdown for 8 hours*

Assassin: *silence*

Hunter: This is so sad Speaker play despacito

[fooblesdraws]

Seems about right (forgive the lazy art. It was a spur of the moment idea)