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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 3
   

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
- Chapter 2


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

Chapter 3

Epoch: Early 21st Century
Location: London Ruins

Mynx took off full-speed across the rooftop. With her usual catlike agility, she leapt the distance between buildings. Ducking behind a stairwell, she took a moment to catch her breath.

It was hard to believe all that she'd been through, all that she'd witnessed. Here she was, almost a hundred years after her trek through the Nazi fortress and her exposure to the regenerative formula, and she hadn't aged a day. She'd taken full advantage of it, becoming one of the most notorious freelance agents in history. She gave a weak smile as she remembered the tales of soldiers whose shots didn't slow her down. According to the rumors, she was a ghost, a mirage, or even some form of deity.

However, she had paid for her near-immortality with a lifetime of combat. The bloodiest battles of the century...the Middle East, splintering Europe, Tokyo's subways...all seemed to erupt with her in the thick of it. As a result, she found herself fighting to stay alive against overwhelming odds. Whenever she fled to try to find peace, she found herself disposing of assassins sent after her.

She'd fought, she'd killed, and she'd had more than her fair share of close shaves. But she'd managed to stay alive...up until now. Admittedly, being pursued should not have been a cause for great concern. But there was one fact that was striking cold terror into Mynx's heart.

She couldn't figure out who was chasing her.

She'd dodged, she'd weaved, she'd doubled back over her own steps. Still her adversary pursued her, and still they remained out of sight. The longer she fled her opponent, the more scared she became. Whoever was after her was as least as good as she was...and maybe better.

Mynx removed her pistol from its holster. Even if she'd met her match, she wasn't about to finally die by running away. She was going to have to take a stand.

Taking a deep breath, she ducked out from the stairwell and ran back the way she came. She leapt the distance between the buildings, this time intentionally falling short. She grabbed the drain pipe attached to the building with her free hand, locked her feet around it, and slid down to the alley below.

Landing softly, Mynx immediately took off running. As she rounded the corner, she suddenly came face to face with her pursuer. Acting reflexively, she quickly brought her pistol up to his head, only to see that he already had his machine gun trained on her heart.

She stared into his eyes, and immediately recognized the face. Another assassin, one that'd come into his own in the past few years. Despite the appearance of his considerable girth and leather-clad apparel, he was quick-witted and just as agile as Mynx. She knew he was the one man that would be one step ahead of her. "Hossman."

"You're a tough bird to follow, do you realize that?" Hossman laughed. "I can see why they've had trouble finding someone capable of taking you out of the picture."

"They?" Mynx asked.

"Now, you know it wouldn't be prudent of me to tell you who my client was," Hossman said. "To be frank, I'm not sure I could explain it to you if I wanted to."

"I had a client like that once," Mynx replied. "You have no idea what kind of trouble you've gotten into."

"Oh, I fancy I know exactly how much trouble I'm in," Hossman smiled weakly. "But what's done is done, eh? Not exactly any going back now."

"I don't supposed there's any way either of us is walking away from this..." Mynx trailed off.

"Not likely. If I don't bring you in, I'm as dead as if you pull that trigger."

"I understand. Honestly, I've had enough fighting for more than one lifetime. Death would be blissful at this point." Mynx tightened her grip on her gun. "But I'm not going to stand here and die when I have every capacity to pull this trigger."

"Of course. I wouldn't have you any other way." Hossman gave her a weak smile. "Shall we dance?"

"Let's." Mynx smiled just as weakly, then closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger.



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