Welcome to Black Mesa.
Now, you may have read this story by me already, or you may not. In either case, the story has changed vastly since it was last uploaded, and this is a brand new repload of a story that is not Half-Life: Black Mesa, but Half-Life: The Black Mesa Incident.
Now this is a revised reupload, so all of the reviews it had previously will be deleted, so for posterity's sake, any previous reviews I've had, and the replies I've made, will be copied to the bottom of the relevant chapter. The old story will remain for one week before I delete it.
An explanation to the readers: Black Mesa is a big place, there's no denying it. So big that no official map exists for it, and if you just put all of the levels from the original game together it would overlap in some places. In order to make sense of it all, I've had to warp the original levels, change them, move parts, to get them in places where they make sense. And, amazingly, I managed it.
The stories of one man, Gordon Freeman, started the Half-Life saga in 1998, followed soon by its expansions Opposing Force and Blue Shift, and a number of fan-made mods. In order to relay the Mesa's size and complexity thoughout the story, the tales of Gordon Freeman, Adrian Shepherd and Barney Calhoun must be joined by the creations of fans.
This is the complete list of the series that will be involved in this story:
Half-Life
Opposing Force
Blue Shift
Azure Sheep
Transit
Situation Amber
And now, the almighty disclaimer.
I claim no rights to the Half-Life franchise, which is the property of Valve. I claim no rights to Blue Shift or Opposing Force, which are the joint creations of Valve and Gearbox. I also claim no rights to the mod Azure Sheep (of which I have modified most of the chapter names). I do, however, own the ideas for both Transit and Situation Amber, unless there are mods already with those names.
Decay will not be featured in this story; despite this, efforts have been made to ensure continuity between it and the stories that are featured.
Are you ready to begin?
PROLOGUE
The Black Mesa Research Facility was the biggest of its kind, nestled inside a mountain in New Mexico. It carried out the top-security research for the US Government, including, recently, teleportation technology, using a Borderworld called Xen as a relay.
In the northeastern corner of the Mesa, Doctor Wallace Breen, the Facility's Administrator, sat and thought. In front of him was a large calendar, and current day was circled several times in red marker. He knew why, and was contemplating his plan of action for the day. It was 8 AM.
Picking up the phone next to him, he dialled a number.
"Hello," answered the cool female voice on the other end of the phone. "You have reached the headquarters of the Hazardous Environment Combat Unit."
Short, but self-explanatory.
NOW LOADING LEVEL 1: DAY ON THE JOB