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Before XCOM's victory over ADVENT, there was twenty years of struggle. Bradford isn't sure how he survived it.
A loose collection of snippets, pre-X2.
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To Bradford, being under the influence of psionics felt like he was standing too close to fireworks going off. It made things burning hot in his head, and blinded him in a display of purple and blue colors. It was fast, violent, and then it was over. Aside from being shaken, he was never any worse for wear. If anything, the Sectoid that tried to control him was worse off. It stumbled around disoriented enough that putting a round through its cranium was a simple matter.
That is not how others described mind control.
He heard stories of purple light crawling into their heads, whispering to them and taking their thoughts. The way the victims described it was chilling. The type of stuff that could keep you up at night.
It made him wonder why he was different.
