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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 4
   

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
- Chapter 3


Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
Part II: The Doom Warriors

Chapter 4

Epoch: Mid 21st Century
Location: Middle East

Corporal Flynn "Doom" Taggart was beginning to feel like he was trapped in Hell on Earth.

Years ago, when he fought in Sergeant Blaze's battalion, he thought he had things figured out. Then the Sarge bought the farm in a blaze of glory. What was left of the outfit got away, but without Sarge, there was no reason for the special forces group to exist. No way could they have handled extreme assignments without his guide, leadership, and above all, impeccable skill at combat.

So, the group disbanded. Some became soldiers of fortune; some, like Doom, went back into the regular Corps. But all were certain of one thing: war would never be the same again.

Doom lost track of most of his comrades. The only notable one, now-Lieutenant Darius "Phobos" Jackson, had risen through the ranks much like Doom had, and was now his commanding officer. A bit aloof at times, Phobos was nonetheless a soldier and a gentleman. He had attempted to keep the old outfit together after Sarge's "departure," but everyone else knew he couldn't muster up the leadership they were used to. Phobos had gone on with his career, but even now, years later, he constantly acted as if he were enveloped in the shadow of one William J. Blaze.

The assignments given to Phobos didn't exactly help. His skill, along with the skill of his troops, had earned him a position on Earth's most heated war zone. The Middle East had been in a constant state of bloodshed for thousands of years; regardless, the higher-ups felt that Phobos' outfit could put a dent in it. And so, for the past eighteen months, they had been chasing the Kadalfi People's Liberation Army, known to themselves as "The Maul of God," attempting to stop their reign of terror in this Godforsaken region before it spread over to the cities. The heat, the barrenness, the constant bloodshed surrounding them... it was exactly like Hell on Earth.

At least now, Doom hoped, they were approaching their goal. Intel from on high had tipped them off about a Kadalfian outpost in the mountains, and they were now working their way to that location. The outfit had paused in a crevice between peaks, waiting for recon to return.

Doom heard a small rustle off to his right, and PFC Arlene Sanders appeared. Upon her arrival, every soldier tensed up and silenced whatever noise they might be making. Doom attempted a weak smile to her, hoping to lighten the mood, but her face showed she was deathly serious. Sanders worked her way quietly towards Lt. Phobos.

"Well, private, what's the recon?" Phobos asked.

Arlene took a breath before answering. "It's a small building surrounded by livestock fence. Judging from infared, there's about twenty-eight of them, sir. However, they're not all Kadalfi."

Phobos dismissed the last part. "What about The Fox?" The Fox was the suspected leader of the KPLA.

"Unconfirmed. However, I confirmed enough higher members of the army that he's probably inside. But sir, I've also confirmed unarmed women in there... and children."

"It doesn't matter. The Maul of God uses anyone who can pick up a weapon. They're all threats." Phobos turned to the communications techie. "Notify headquarters that we've located the Fox lair, and we are preparing to attack."



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