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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 5
   

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
- Chapter 4


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

Chapter 5

Epoch: Three Months Later
Location: Mars Military Outpost

Submitted for the approval of the UAC psychoanalysts: One Flynn "Doom" Taggart, diagnosed with an acute case of cabin fever.

As far as Doom was concerned, being a space marine wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Once they made it back from the suicide mission, they met a welcoming party consisting of very serious soldiers in black suits. Before you could say "Where's my goddamn medal," he, Crash, and Arlene had been shipped off to Mars to join the private military force of the UAC.

The Union Aerospace Corporation is a huge multiplanetary congolmerate, with radioactive waste facilities on Mars as well its two moons, Phobos and Deimos. For Doom, being enlisted in the UAC Marines was glorified guard duty. He was watching something no one would think of stealing, sabotaging, or attacking even if it wasn't for the fact that there was nowhere to attack from or escape to for fifty million miles.

And so, for the past few months, Doom and the others stood around, sucking space dust. Crash had maintained a workout regimen to stay in fighting form, and Arlene had occupied herself with the UAC security systems. Aside from the occasional anger venting at the nearest available punching bag or catching a restricted flick in the break room, however, Doom found little to do.

That Arlene... Doom was amazed by her spunk. She and he had entered the regular Corps at the same time. Crash lost no time whipping the new recruits into shape, but she soon found Doom and Sanders needed no extra whipping. Doom understood why he handled the Corps so well - after all, he had been in Sarge's unit for some time - but he was amazed at how well Arlene took to the military. It was like a fish to water.

She handled the ogling of the men and the cat calls with due measure (of course, with Crash around, she had an excellent teacher). Moreover, she more than proved her worth whenever it was called into question. Of all the soldiers in their Corps outfit, she was the only one who could hold a candle to him in hand-to-hand combat. He smiled, remembering her solid uppercut that sent more than one hotshot private flying...

Doom shook his head. Of course, that's where it had to end. It was God, country, and the Corps... personal relationships had no place in the military. They both knew that; nobody had to say it out loud. Still, Crash would give the two an odd look when she thought they weren't watching... a look that (maybe?) carried a twinge of playful jealousy. All in all, it made Doom upset that he had gotten the three of them all but kicked out of the Corps, even if he did possibly save their lives in the process.

However, despite the degrading to UAC soldier, Doom still felt the military's presence. In fact, the Earth military was the UAC's biggest supplier. For the past four years, the military had used the Phobos and Deimos facilities for research on a variety of secret experiments, including research on inter-stellar travel. So far, they had managed to open up a few interdimensional gates between the two moons, and like little kids, the scientists would throw stuff in one portal and watch it come back out the other.

The rumors, though, hinted that the Gates were a bit unstable. The military recruited "volunteers" to go through the Gates, and the results typically weren't pleasant. The best-case scenario was that they simply disappeared. At worst, they came back with some peculiar form of insanity. The returnees would blabber either monosyllabic grunts or strings of obscenities, and typically tried to physically destroy anything that came within range. The more interesting ones would undergo spontaneous full-body explosion.

Military reports back to Earth stated that the project had undergone a "slight setback," but that everything was "under control."



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