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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 6
   

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
- Chapter 5


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

Chapter 6

Crash awoke. As she slowly rose to her feet, she knew she was no longer in the Phobos base. The question was, where was she?

Was she dead?

She caught another figure off to her left. She turned quickly, then breathed a sigh of relief to see her own reflection. She approached the mirror, and inspected herself. She didn't appear to be a ghost...

She inspected her surroundings. The place seemed to be similar to the Martian outposts, but at the same time wholly different. Strange consoles stood before her, holograms of skeletons and robotic females sat in the corners, and the walls pulsed with a strange energy. It was if some twisted individual had decided to rebuild their own version of a Martian base.

Strangest of all, a shotgun was in front of her. Not on the ground in front of her, but actually floating above the ground, rotating slowly. She reached out to grab it, and the gun practically leapt into her hand. She checked it to make sure it was functional and no longer exhibiting a life of its own. If things got any stranger, she thought to herself, I might need this.

She worked her way around the large block that held the mirror. Beyond it lay a strange artifact with a glimmering vertical surface. As she approached it, it shimmered, revealing another location within the strange base.

Crash took a few steps closer. As she did, a booming voice erupted from all around her.

"WALK INTO THE PORTAL."

Caught off guard, Crash startled, misstepped, and stumbled a few steps before accidently diving headfirst into the artifact.

In an instant, she felt as if she were a thousand points of light screaming through the universe. Then, with a flash, she found herself on the ground, right where the artifact had been showing.

She once again picked herself up, but this time to the sounds of mild clapping. "Bravo, dear Crash," someone said. "Graceful as ever."

Crashed looked up, only to find a huge shock waiting for her. A large creature stood before her, with pale grey skin, rippling muscles, and hands and feet that ended in large, pointed claws. Its face was hidden beneath a green hood. It was the same face she'd seen during the attack... just before the things showed up.

"Who are you?" Crash asked.

"They call me Zael," he answered. "And I'm largely responsible for bringing you here."

"What do you want?" She kept her questions curt. As long as this Zael creature was willing to volunteer information, she wasn't about to give any out of her own.

"Why, merely the pleasure of your presence here," Zael replied. "I've got a small job for you."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Crash said. "I've got work to do."

"You mean back on Phobos?" Zael asked. "I'm afraid you'll find that marines are all but extinct back there. You could return, to be sure, but I'm afraid the odds are a bit against you now. I see no reason for you to choose such an obvious and... permanent death."

"What are you driving at?" Crash asked. In the back of her mind, she went over his choice of words. All but extinct. At least someone was still alive...

"If you're looking for combat, dear, you've found the right place. If you wish to find the ones responsible for what happened on Phobos... well, good things come to those who wait." Zael grinned.

Crash had heard enough. She pulled her shotgun up to Zael. "If you know something you're not telling me..."

"Tut, tut, tut, Crash. There's no need to get hostile with me; after all, I'm not about to harm you." Zael turned to his right. "But he might."



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