Omega Stars

First fanfic! I hope its good enough. I actually had something created that I did a long time ago, and I was going to post that (it was like 8 chapters long), but I lost the floppy that had it on there. Oh well, hope you enjoy this one!

Set before the time of Gordan Freeman, follow the legend of Marlin, an early hero for the Resistance...

Disclaimer: I do not own the company of VALVe, Half Life 2, or any of the characters regarding Half Life 2.

"Combine Elites, about 40 yards away. Possibly 6 of them." A voice spoke harshly into a transmitter. The sound of gunfire shot through the skies. "Marlin, rebels are coming your way, don't move anywhere until then, alright?" The transmitter spoke back. Marlin reloaded his pistol and confirmed.

Years before Gordan Freeman existed, there was Marlin. The Combine have a hold over the Jurlaiam system, and the rebels are struggling to keep their place. With the added troubles of the Zombie clan, and the uprising of G-Man's power-hungry mind, they have a lot of work cut out for them.

"Marlin! We're here!" a voice shouted out. It's the rebels! Armed with RPG's, they fire into the building window where the Combine Elites are supposed to be. Bodies fly out of the window in an attempt to flee the incoming rocket. Marlin whiped to the side and out of his cover, aiming a pistol in one hand and a SMG in the other. He unloads clip after clip at the window, revealing more dead bodies falling to their doom. Rockets from the rebels added to the war.

Smoke engulfed the area. "Stay alert..." a rebel called out. The eerie silence made everyone uneasy. When the smoke cleared, all 6 bodies were lying on the ground below, blood surrounding the pile. A trail of smoke rose from Marlin's guns. "That's all of 'em," Marlin sighed in relief. Cheers from the group of rebels spread across the battleground.

1 Year Later -

The war between the Combine and the Resistance continued to be a worthless bloodshed. The Combine got smarter due to Dr. Breen's technology. His warped mind only increased security, and successfuly built a holding area for the remaining humans.
"Bring him in," Breen's voice bellowed in the hollow room. Marlin soon entered accompanied by two guards. "Good evening, rebel." Breen formed a smirk on his mouth. "It seems the Resistance's greatest hero has finally been captured," he laughed. "You'll fall, Breen," Marlin barked at him.

Meanwhile, a small Resistance camp was alive. It was located at the border of the early construction of Nova Prospekt. "We'll be able to get him back from this side, and another team can distract the Combine from the other side," a ghastly figure pointed to a map hanged on the wall. "But sir... this camp only holds enough for one team! There's no way we'll survive if we split up." "If we successfully regain control of Marlin, he'll be more than enough help to survive," the captain responded.

Night time fell on the Nova Prospekt prison area. Marlin layed on a hard spring matress with his eyes closed, but not asleep. Suddenly, a large explosion broke his concetration. He peered towards the door and saw a man with rebel clothing. "Clark? Is that you? How the hell did you get in Nova Prospekt?" Marlin glared at Clark with large eyes. Clark pointed towards a large hole in the wall and smiled a big smile. They both laughed, and broke the prison bars. The alarm was sounding off and footsteps of Combine soldiers could be heard. "Shit... they're coming; and fast," Clark said while quickly reloading his SMG. He tossed Marlin a pistol, "Here, you're good with these." Marlin gave him a sarcastic look and cocked the weapon.

A group of rebels waited outside the door, all with distressful looks on their faces. "It seems the other team of Resistance distracted the Combine enough for us to get this bomb planted, but it's not goin' to help us get you out, Marlin. Stick together, ya hear?" Clark informed Marlin. He nodded and aimed his pistol at a few Combine soldiers who just came across the corner. He pulled the trigger and the first blood was spilled, the two bodies fell with a bullet in both their heads. Clark wide-eyed Marlin, and spoke, "I'm glad you're on our side..."

Breen stared down a window from his safe tower. He observed the whole gunfight with Marlin, Clark, and the small band of Resistance. For some reason, though, he was... smiling. Then if he couldn't get any crazier, he started laughing uncontrollably. "Fools, they don't know. They most certainly don't know about Marlin. I'll show them the truth about the dirty rebel... the truth about... Mr. Marlin Freeman."

Does Breen have something in store for the rebels?...
What "secrets" does Marlin have that Breen threatens to tell?
Marlin... Freeman? A tie with Gordan perhaps?