Scurge: Hive: Recall

Notes: This fan fiction is being done, as the title might suggest, on the story that for the Scurge: Hive, which was made by the awesome third-party studios known as Orbital Media (Who, subsequently, created Racing Gears Advanced). Now why, may some ask, do a story on a story that was already made? There are obviously people who already know the answer, but for those who are scratching their heads a bit, this is to flesh out the story more; reveal what emotions may run through the main protagonist, make actual character development, and give depth to the world of Scurge, such as explanations on technologies, creatures,etc. Stuff that the game just didn't touch upon, and in a sense, I'm doing what Bungy and Microsoft did for Halo, making books linked to the games.

There, I gave an explanation to people just in case there's some kind of copy right problem, which i don't think there should be, but this is my first time applying a story to Also, try to bear in mind that this story will be done more closely to what was said in the instruction booklet, and less from what was actually said in the game (That mostly being said in the game presentation). I'm planning not to show all of the boss fights, as that would probably just get monotonous; I will, however, include whatever is important to the plot. Finally, unlike in the game, I'll be putting more characters in it to make it livelier, as having the main protagonist walking around simply killing a bunch of baddies just doesn't work. After all, I want to make a story and not a game; this, in a sense, could be one of those "What if"s, and my own portrayal of what could have happened on her mission (Envision it like an alternate story).

Prologue: Caught in One's Mind

The scientist's mind pulsed with panic, which coursed within every single strand of thought that raced throughout his brain; just like the adrenaline pulsing through his infected bloodstream; and just like the pulsing sensation that continuously beat throughout almost his entire body as though he were a human drum.

Everything had been so sudden, so synchronous, it was frightening; a nightmare gone real. He was having a hard enough time trying to process what was happening in the Biocore complex with his mind full of anxiety.

He had almost been overwhelmed by a gaggle of specimens, malfunctioning droids -- were they malfunctioning droids? -- and, to top it off, a mix energy beings; all in one near-swarming handful. They all came upon him while he was trying to fix a glitchy computer, and he could still feel the bights, energy blasts and searing heat that attempted to tear and burn through his suit; and he was thankful that he had it on.

He had attempted to close the doors in order to prevent his pursuers from following him, but it wouldn't respond -- What the heck, malfunctioning too? He had to settle for loosing his attackers. Thankfully, they weren't faster than he was.

As he made his run, he heard the sound of metal being torn echo throughout the complex like a great howling beast. His heart skipped a beat, knowing whatever that sound was, it wasn't a good sign. He felt completely clueless and frightened at what was going on, he wanted to contact his fellow comrades, but he had taken his transmitter off and never had the thought of grabbing it in the panic of being killed..

But what his biggest worry was what was going on inside of him, and if he didn't reach a decontamination pad, he'd be screwed over royally.

He had made it to the central nexus, and he had thankfully shaken off his attackers. He was hoping to see other people there; scientists, engineers, security. But all he was greeted by was the glow of the six, white orbs, each which appeared to be held aloft but a transparent beam of light, and surrounded the lonely transport nexus like monuments worshiping a great deity -- and the sound of yells and gauntlet fire echoing from the other door ways.

He barely stood there for a moment, only guessing that everyone else was having the same problem as he had; he only gave a brief thought to what was truly occurring in the complex, as the rate of the pulsing sensation drumming throughout his entire body had increased, and was now pounding through his entire body. He could feel his strength weakening with every passing second, and panic and his survival instincts had now taken full control of him.

At least, for a few shorts steps it did. Before he got to the door he was going for, he heard a loud bang and an explosion came out of one of the doors at the far end of the large room he was in. The scientist's attention was momentarily yanked to the sound of the explosion, noticing that the entire door at the far end was smoking and completely blocked by debris.

He only blinked once at what happened, bemused, but in that one short blink, it was enough time for a large entity to come out of the door beside him and raises its body large body upright; completely overshadowing the scientist.

The loom of impending doom seem to sap all of the panic out of the scientist, only allowing him to slowly turning around and come face-to-faces with the blood-red mass before him. It's bodily shape and swirling tentacles, some which morphed their ends into dark red hooks, made it almost look like an oversized germ. Yet it had a face, two completely blue eyes that showed themselves amongst its grotesque eyelids and a gaping mouth with a sharp set of teeth about it. It used two thick tentacles, almost like arms, to stand upright, like a human would.

The scientist stared in shock not at the danger of this creature or that he was about to be killed, but the faces of his friend that were sticking out its body, opened mouthed and their eyes completely glazed over as if staring into a deep horizon filled with horror. He suddenly realized what was truly happening now, and that short realization was all he was able to think before the creature snapped its hooked tentacles him.

The scientist didn't have the will in him to scream; if he could scream at all. All four of his appendages were by grabbed several tentacles with strength far beyond his own, and his attempt get free wasn't even an attempt at all. He was hoisted into the air like he was nothing, and he was yanked towards the creature's body.

His back made first contact with the soft, near-gooey body. A pulsing sensation like that of a heart -- like the sensation pounding through his body -- beat from the creature's body, through his suit and into his body. Smaller tentacles morphed out of the creature's body and wrapped around his; legs, arms, throat. They even got into small crevices within his suit's hard armor and gauntlets.

As he was surround more and more by the creature's own mass and was, in fact sinking into its body, the pulsing from the creature's body matched that of his own, and he was starting to become one with it. For a moment, he even thought his body was melting into the creatures, but that thought then vanished, as if erased or pushed away.

The man was still conscious, but it was like his own individual thoughts were gradually being sapped from his mind. All he was registering was what his eyes saw, and what he saw was metal grating, which was moving. No, it wasn't moving, he was.

He willed his eyes to look up, and noticed people -- no, obstacles, he saw them as the thought being poured into his mind out of no where -- came running out of the other doors ways. He didn't hear them, nor did he give any recognition to the expressions on their faces. They were all just impasses to him now, though looking at them seemed to bring up weak images within his head.

Lights began to dance within his vision, and flickered about just like those weak images. The images that were of his friends and family, images that he would have cared about, and yet, he no longer gave any recognition to them; ignoring them, focusing on another task.

He only gave recognition to the thoughts that flowed through him from someone else, and the only thing he could think about now -- the only thing they could think about now -- was escape.

His vision was then basked in white light.