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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 2
   

Generations
Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
  — by Lee'Mon


The following is the opening chapter from the story "Generations" by our own Lee'Mon. The story, unveiled in parts, attempts to expand on Quake III Arena's story by explaining the origins of many of the characters, as well as how they found their way into the Arena Eternal.

The story will be unveiled here at PlanetQuake, one chapter per week. The end of the story presents a special epilogue that takes the story beyond Quake III Arena, and into Generations Arena, a project by WireHead Studios.

Regardless, the story presents an excellent glimpse into the Q3A universe. So sit back, and enjoy the tale!

Previous chapters:

- Chapter 1


Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
Part I: The Earth Soldiers

Chapter 2

Epoch: Several Weeks Later
Location: Abandoned Warehouse, London Slums

Mynx approached the meeting site with caution. It had taken a great deal of cunning to sneak from Nazi-occupied Germany to Allied London, in order to reach the now-bombed-out warehouse that served as the meeting place with her client. Now, as she entered, she sensed danger, and plenty of it.

Her entrance was noted by two large, unruly thugs that occupied the building. Upon seeing her, they straightened up. One of them held up his hand. "That's far enough."

"I'm here to see your boss," Mynx stated flatly.

"Nobody sees the boss," the thug said.

Mynx placed her hand on her hip. "Then why am I wasting my time here with you?"

"My dear, you misunderstand," a voice replied from the shadows, with a high-class British accent. "You're here to allow me to see you... and what I trust you've brought for me..."

"Indeed," said Mynx. She pulled out the documents and handed to the thug that approached her.

"Biker, bring those here," the voice said. Biker walked into the darkness, then returned without the documents.

As the unseen figure shuffled through the documents, Mynx wondered how on earth he could examine them without any source of light. Nonetheless, he stopped shuffling. "Everything appears to be in order. Now, dear Mynx, the sample?"

"Well, there was some difficulty with the sample..." Mynx began.

"Really? That's a pity. No sample, no deal. You do understand..." the voice trailed off.

"No, wait." Mynx knew she had to close the deal. She opened her side pocket, and pulled out the green vial from the fortress. "I've got your sample. There were just... complications."

"Life is complicated, Mynx," answered the figure as Biker brought the vial to him. "Death is the only thing simple in this world." Mynx heard the sound of the figure operating some small machinery, then the figure spoke again. "Slammer?"

The second thug turned around. As he did, a flash erupted from the figure's position. A soft swish through the air ended in a THUNK! as a dart landed in Slammer's neck.

Mynx froze. In that brief flash, the figure's position had been illuminated. Although she hadn't seen any details in the short time the figure was visible, it's silouhette was unmistakably not human. Mynx's pulse raced, and she fought an instinctual desire to flee.

Slammer, on the other hand, was gasping for breath as he clawed at his neck. When he finally found his breath, it erupted in a horrendous scream. Slammer turned, and Mynx saw the green solution beginning to dissolve his neck. It worked its way his head, slowly removing skin, leaving only bone. Slammer's scream went on for what seemed like minutes, until he collapsed in a heap. His head had dissolved to skinless skull, and Mynx heard a hissing noise as the solution continued to work throughout his body.

The figure sighed. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is truly disappointing. There are only three things I cannot tolerate, Mynx: incompetent oafs, bad fashion sense, and deceit. You, my dear, have shown the latter trait."

Mynx froze.

"Biker, please show Mynx the error of her ways." The figure paused. "Try not to make it a messy death."

Biker began walking towards Mynx, but froze as a low moan erupted from Slammer's corpse. The moan grew louder and louder, until the body thrust one fist outward. Slammer's body sat itself up, the moan becoming an almost inhuman roar.

Biker stared at what used to be Slammer, only to hear a metallic clatter at his feet. He looked down to see a hand grenade, pin removed, and handle gone.

The figure saw it too. "Clever girl," it remarked.

Just before the grenade went off, a bolt of blue energy erupted from the figure, striking Biker. The world seemed to slow down to a near standstill. As the grenade exploded, the energy enveloped Biker, and began dissolving him apparently into thin air. The shockwave from the grenade chased the energy, but was unable to keep up with the disappearing Biker. As the last of Biker slowly vanished from sight, the world returned to its former speed. Rubble from the grenade rained from the building.

The figure turned to where Mynx was standing, but she was long gone. "That was unfortunate. Biker was not quite ready for the Arena." The figured walked over to the corpse of Slammer, which was picking itself up off the ground. "Well, my reanimated Cadavre," the voice said, slowly becoming less British and more otherworldly, "dear Mynx has provided you with an unexpected gift. What's say we test your mettle?"

The Cadavre grunted in agreement, then began laughing slightly. The figure laughed in turn, and as their laughter grew, the two of them howled off into the night.



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