Black Mesa: A Guard's Tale is a non canon work of mine following the story of security officer Marcus Brookover. Just a little idea i've had for awhile, so I thought, why not make it?
Anyways, Chapter 1: Guard Duty.
The time was 7:43 A.M when Marcus awoke in the lower level security dormitories, the alarm clock next to his bed blared, nearly causing him to roll off of his bed.
"Gee...Glad I go deaf to start off my morning..." Marcus said, smashing his fist down on the alarm clock, which resulted in its silence.
He rolled over, looking at the alarm clock, slowly realizing what time it was. "Seven forty-three...Aww hell! I'm gonna be late again!"
he shouted, throwing the covers off of him and running towards his door. He fumbled with the lock for a few seconds before he finally unlocked it, rushing out and slamming the door behind him. "Man! Not only is the alarm clock the loudest damn thing in the facility, it's also faulty! For cryin' out loud!" Marcus said to himself as he rushed down the corridor, eventually reaching the Security locker room.
He fumbled with the dial on his locker for a few seconds until it clicked, and he hastily opened the locker. He grabbed his holster, quickly affixing it to his belt. Next, he grabbed his Beretta, quickly sliding it into the holster. "Man...Wish I could get one of those revolvers sometime. Those things pack a punch." he thought to himself, reaching for his vest. He slid it on and fiddled with the straps for a few seconds until it fight tightly around his torso. He shut his locker door and clipped the lock back on, and ran for the nearest tram. He encountered several people along the way, and he was glad he wasn't the only one late...Or did they work around here? Christ, he must look so out of place. He finally arrived at the tram boarding station, and exchanged a few greetings before he finally climbed on. The tram eventually departed and ran through some basic information, such as rules, regulations, and the current time.
"Gee, thanks, keep reminding me how late I am." Marcus said to no one in particular, looking out of the tram window. Minutes later, the tram intercom chimed, and then said "Now arriving at Sector L, Biological Testing Labs."
Another security officer, Robberts, walked up to the tram as it came to a slow stop. "Looks like you're running late Brookover...Again..."
Marcus had a strong urge to flip him the bird, but he decided against it and gave him a fake smile, accompanied by a fake chuckle. Robberts punched in a few numbers and the tram door slid open, making a slight hissing noise. Robberts stepped to the side as Mark exited the tram.
"Ready for another long shift?" Robberts asked, as they both walked towards the large blastdoors. "Hell, man, ready as i'll ever be." Marcus replied, Robberts inputting a code that opened the first large door.
"Well, see you around." Robberts said as Marcus entered the airlock.
"Mornin' Brookover." another security officer said, moving towards a control panel. He punched in a few numbers and the last door of the airlock opened. Marcus gave him a wave as he exited into the lobby. Brookover walked down the corridor and began to head for the gym until he was stopped by another security officer at the front desk. "Hey uh, Brookover, right? Anyways, can you take over the front desk for me? There's stuff I gotta attend to down in the labs."
Brookover sighed, reluctant, but nodded. "Thanks a million, I owe you." the security officer said as he slid out of the chair and walked down the corridor. Marcus slid into the chair and went to boot one of the computers up, only to be met with a bluescreen. "What the hell?" he said, trying to get to the BIOS screen.
He grabbed his security radio, unclipping it from his belt. He clicked it on and spoke into it, "Hey uh, what's up with the computers? They just bluescreened and i'm tryin'a get to the BIOS screen." He waited a few seconds before he finally got a response.
"Yeah, all of our equipment has been having issues, all of the I.T guys are scattered around the place tryin'a fix everything." Marcus sighed, and spoke into the radio one last time. "Alright, thanks." he said, turning off the radio and then clipping it back onto his belt. After minutes of Marcus sitting there swiveling in the chair, a scientist approached. Marcus scrambled and went back to looking like he was busy as a scientist approached the front desk.
"Hello. I've requested a new ID an hour or so ago and they said it should be arriving soon. If I don't get my new ID my job may as well be non-existent." the scientist said, obviously agitated. "Yeah uh, we've been having equipment issues so I dunno if we even have the ID yet. I'm sure corporate will understand, no need to worry doc." Marcus replied. The scientist looked even more agitated. "Why is everyone here so incompetent, it's just an ID!" he said. A second or so later, his expression shifted into a more apologetic look. "My apologies...Today has been a rough day, do not take it personally." the scientist said, turning away and walking down the corridor. Marcus looked down at his watch, reading the time. "Eight thirteen already? Huh, maybe not that long of a shift after all." he said to himself.
"Prepare for unforseen consequences..."
yos, here comes incident.