Synopsis:
Alien Command Units have launched a full-scale orbital drop assault on a station with a large unprotected courtyard. This isn’t a scouting party. This is full planetary infiltration. Their plan? Saturate the battlefield with synchronized landing pods, swarm the cores, and crush...

Dies and das, why is it never either dies or das. The aliens are probing, testing, trying this and that. searching for weakness. A one size fits all defense is out the airlock. The automated rail system used to distribute energy through out the station has gone rogue, rerouting the core housing ...

This isn’t a drill. This is Lock and Load — the choke point where strategy dies and brute force gets you killed slower than stupidity.

This outpost sits smack in the middle of a broken-off mining installation turned midway shooting gallery. Intel says the enemy’s funneled its...

Clearly in an attempt intended to confuse our defenses, the aliens are attempting to be unpredictable to evade and overload our targeting systems. This strategy is a shift from the uncreative Hive mind's usual tactics of take the shortest path, and keep pushing forward. However, their hive mind s...

Commander: Brace yourself. You’re being dropped into a green hell—thick jungle, dense, wet, and mean. Satellite eyes can’t see squat through the canopy, so you’re going in blind. Expect comms to choke the second your boots hit mud.

Perched high above the battlefield, this advanced defense platform stands as the final barrier between your forces and total annihilation. Enemies will swarm from multiple paths, testing your strategic placement of turrets and resources. With limited space and relentless waves, only the most cal...

This is not a drill. Intelligence confirms an imminent attack on Luna-7 in Tycho Crater. The situation is critical. Their bio-ships are already en route and projected arrival is within hours. We expect overwhelming force.
Your immediate deployment to Luna-7 is mandatory. You are to assume c...

Orbiting in silence above a forgotten world, the station was once lifeless metal and machinery. Now it pulses. Something else lives here. Something that breeds in vents, writhes behind walls, and oozes through the cracks in the hull.

No alarms were triggered. No distress signals got through. B...

It’s going to get ugly! Prepare for a raid on the power cores at Outpost 291-Echo. Intelligence reports indicate a skeleton crew on-site, but be advised: enemy reinforcements could mobilize quickly. Maintain communication discipline and execute your roles with the utmost efficiency. A co-or...

Commander: Intelligence reports a hostile transgression targeting the orbiting asteroid M-290. Creating a brewing brouhaha, threatening to break within the next 72 hours. While mining operations continue at a reduced capacity, all personnel are to immediately transition to defensive postures. W...