Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
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!
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
Generations - One Eternal Combat
Part II: The Doom Warriors
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.
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
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
are you?" Crash asked.
call me Zael," he answered. "And I'm largely responsible for
bringing you here."
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.
merely the pleasure of your presence here," Zael replied.
"I've got a small job for you."
but no thanks," Crash said. "I've got work to do."
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...
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...
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
Crash had heard enough. She pulled her shotgun up to Zael.
"If you know something you're not telling me..."
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."