Just a little heads up here, the majority of this crossover will be on the DOOM side.
But there'll be an event coming up in the future chapter where the GA side kicks in, it's gonna be a long while though.
Demonic Concerns
The UAC General frowned at the two marines. "Taking your sweet time, marines?"
"Apologies, General, we were caught up with escorting these men." One of them replied.
"Very well, then leave us."
The space marines nodded and left the room, I could feel an air of tension all around us.
"Well greetings Arnold, it has been a long time since we last met." Phel said.
"Yeah, it's been ages." I replied before I looked at the General. "General Kennedy, an honor to meet you, General."
"Likewise, Commander Williams." He replied before we saluted.
"Well, let's not beat around the issue, what's the issue here?"
"Getting straight to the point?" The General asked. "Good. Now here's the dilemma." He laid out a filed report on the table. "One of our UAC research teams has gone missing, they were last seen on the moon of Frobos, where we have a hanger, a toxin refinery, the labs itself and a computer station that monitors all the research we have collected from underneath the moon's surface. To make matters worse, we had a recon team sent in to investigate, but they were then reassigned to escort another group of our scientists at the Grimm Labs on the moon of Nemios."
"What was the reason for thier disappearance, if you don't mind me asking, General?"
"Hm. Well, since you are the commander, you will have access to some of the UAC's secrets." He then placed a photo on the table. "You've heard the rumors of a locked gateway at the Grimm Labs, haven't you?" He paused to which I nodded. "Well we have reason to believe that there may be more than one gateway, if there is indeed another and it's on Frobos, then it's going to put the UAC under pressure, so we do not know what is behind those gates."
"So what you're saying is that you need a small squad like us to go to Frobos, rescue the research team and confirm the information of the gateway over there?" Clayton asked. "Sounds like a spy movie in space to me."
"I wouldn't jump to that conclusion if I were you." Keith responded.
"Shhh." I intervened. "So where you do fit in, Phel?"
"Well as you know, I am the gatekeeper of this galaxy, so it is my fate to ensure that we have peace." Phel replied with a serious expression. "If those gateways become unlocked and something evil appears, then we would have to deal with the situation as soon as we can before any potential lives are lost."
"Well obviously, you being PHOS's gatekeeper and all. So when was the last transmission sent from Frobos, General?"
"22:00 hours yesterday, since then, all communication at Frobos has halted." The General replied. "This is where you men will come in?"
"Really, but we're trained pilots, what are we supposed to do?" Jackson asked.
"You really believe that I don't know? You won't be sent to Frobos just yet. I want you four to be assigned as not only pilots of the galaxy, but also as four men who will be ready for combat. Time isn't on our hands however so you will have to go through a briefing with one of our elite soldiers who will be leading the way."
"So we get to have our own weapons and armor?" Clayton asked. "Awesome!"
The General frowned. "Fighting to protect lives may sound awesome now, but whatever kind of hellish fantasy that exists behind those gates, you will have to stay on high alert. The UAC can not afford a squad in the making like yourselves to go missing as well."
"So what do you think, Arnold?" Phel asked. "Are you and your three friends ready to put your lives on the line for what could happen soon?"
Considering that I put my life on the line in space many times before, I would be tempted to say that this would be a piece of cake, but everything is never simple. But that being said and as I looked at my three old time friends, I had only one answer. "Oh yeah, we'll do this! I mean, I've led the charge and saved two galaxies after all."
"Thank you very much, Arnold. I am really grateful of your help." Phel smiled. "I wish you and your friends all the best in keeping PHOS peaceful as I always wish it to be."
"You have my thanks as well, men." The General added. "Now time may not be on our side. My marines outside will escort you to our firing range, our military wants you to be prepared with everything that you'll need to survive this long haul assignment."
"Heh, no worries, we've got it covered." Clayton said. "We'll be back home in time for dinner."
"But if anything goes wrong, you'll probably be back home but not in the way you want it to be."
"Okay, let's not scare ourselves here." Jackson intervened. "Let's rock our way to the firing range and score a hit!"
I laughed on the inside, Jackson sure hasn't changed since he got reassigned to be in my crew. With that, I waved to Phel and we left the meeting room whilst being escorted by those marines that took us over to the shooting range, there was one marine inside who had his helmet off, but was holding a pistol and shooting at the targets on the far side, he was hitting them with almost precise accuracy.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
After he stopped shooting, he put the pistol down and looked at us.
"This man here is one of our elite marines." One of the two soldiers said. "He will brief you on the weaponry training." The two soldiers then left.
"So you guys are the ones I'll be babysitting, eh?" The marine with a short dark brown hair smirked. "Think you can shoot as good as me, boys?"
"Well, that's what we're here for." Keith replied. "So what do those guys call you?"
"I go by a lot of nicknames. The Chosen One, Doomguy, Death Incarnate, Nightmare! But I have my own name, you can call me Brian."
I nodded. "Right, so where do we begin with the training and such?"
"Nice, one of you likes to get straight to business. I think we'll get along fine, new friend."
And so began our hour long training of target practice, however, thanks to my days of doing target practice with my desert eagle under the eyes of Forte, I was shooting at the targets with improved accuracy. I think even Brian was impressed, the other three of my old friends were not bad either. Jackson was showing how a good sharp shooter he is, due to his days of surviving the jungle when I did that short lived quest years ago. Keith was kinda good with his arm and Clayton was shooting a bit recklessly, although I couldn't blame him, he hasn't done space battles like I've done.
"Alright men, I think that'll do." Brian declared as we put the weapons down. "Not bad, you all can shoot pretty well at stationary targets, but how will you fare against moving targets?"
"I think we'll have that under control." Keith replied. "Although I don't fancy my chances."
"Hey, no one's getting left behind on my watch." I said. "That's what I always stand by."
"Well that's great morale there, friend." Brian nodded. "But until this is all over, you'll be under my wing."
"So what's next?" Clayton asked.
"We'll be taking a transport to the moon of Frobos, but it won't be just us five, two squad of marines will be leaving this home base." He paused as we left the shooting range. "One will be dispatched at Nemios and the other will be coming along with us."
"Right, so when do we leave?" Jackson asked.
"In a few minutes, the marines are being rounded up right now, so we have to go to the docks."
We walked back to where we arrived and where the Galaxior was still docked. We got on board a transport ship and several space marines walked on to join us, whilst another squad walked onto another transport ship next to us. The doorways closed and we felt the ship moving before we left the UAC space port, there was a moment of tension.
"Okay men, here is our objective." Brian said as he put his helmet on. "We'll be approaching the moon of Frobos very soon, we have final confirmation that all contact with the labs have ceased along with the other areas of the places we've set foot on. We are to arrive at the hanger at the far south of the moon, once we are on the ground, you marines are to go inside and give us the all clear, so the rest of these guys who'll be joining us today can follow suit and help us rescue the scientists that may have been left stranded, any questions?"
"One, Brian." Keith said. "What kind of weapons we'll have to aid us?"
"You four men will be armed with these pistols as well as ammo clips, a flashlight, a helmet and of course, our trademark green armor. You boys go and grab your gear over there." He showed us the equipment that was waiting for us, so we took what we needed each. "Alright, now you four are ready for combat."
There was silence for a while, but soon the movement of the transport ship slowed down before landing on the ground.
"We've arrived, men." Brian said. "Let's saddle up and move out."
The doorways opened and once we all left the ship, I was the first to notice the place.
"So this is the Hanger, huh?" Jackson asked. "Where's the stage?"
I sighed. "We're not here to sight see."
"Alright men, you marines move in, whilst we'll be keeping an eye out." Brian ordered "Good luck in there, soldiers and if you find anything freaky, give 'em hell!"
"Yes, sir! Let's move!" One of the soldiers replied as the squad of six men rushed through the hanger side door.
It had been several minutes since then and all this waiting around was getting a little boring.
"Excuse me Brian." I suddenly said. "Did the other team arrive at Nemios?"
"Yeah, I just got word that they've landed at that other moon safely, they're moving in through the Nemios Anomaly."
Question marks were around my head. "Anomaly?"
"Frobos has one too, although it was very recently discovered." He began to look grim. "There are rumors that one of the locked gateways is there too, I believe the General told you about it, right?"
"Yeah, he mentioned about two locked gateways as well as what may be going on at the Grimm Labs."
He began muttering. "I see, so he chose not to mention his name then?"
"Huh?"
"It's nothing to worry about, now I better make a call to the squad that went in." He pushed a contact button on his left arm. "Alpha team, come in. What's your current status?"
*Kzzt* "The situation is...is pretty bad, sir." A solider replied, although the quality was muffled. "It feels like hell just went through here!" *Kzzt*
"What's your current location?"
*Kzzt* "We're passing through the Frobos Labs sir...no signs of the hostages or any hostiles, we're proceeding with caution." *Kzzt* "Wait a second, sir, one of our men just found something. He says it's a person, one scientist...he's dead...it seems he was bitten very hard, a piece of his...body is missing..." *Kzzt*
"What the hell?!" Brian exclaimed before regaining his composure. "Keep an eye out, men. Brian out." He ended the call.
"Sounds like those guys are having fun." Clayton said.
"How do you call discovering a dead body, fun?" Keith asked.
Suddenly, a beep went off on Brian's jacket. "This is Brian, what's going on?"
*Kzzt* "This is Alpha team!" *Kzzt* "We're being attacked by unknown monsters over here!" *Kzzt* "We found a journal! The gateway is already opened!" *Kzzt*
Brian gasped. "What, how is that possible?!"
*Kzzt* "We can't hold much longer...they're travelling through the areas...glugh...ARGH!" *Kzzzzzzzzzt* The call was forcefully ended.
"What the heck was that?!" Keith exclaimed.
"This may sound obvious, but did you guys hear a growl during that call?" I asked.
Brian armed himself. "Looks like Alpha team was ambushed by something unknown and the gateway at Frobos Anomaly has already opened." He said before walking. "I don't know what it is, but it seems that a lot of it has come out from that gateway. We don't have much time, men, we better go in and finish the mission."
"Alright, let's do this!" Clayton said excitedly.
"Seems like you're ready for anything." Keith responded.
"Alright you lot, we have to go." I intervened. "You lead the way, Brian and we'll follow."
He nodded and opening the door, we entered inside the Hanger, when we looked around, I almost gasped as the sight of what I was seeing. Torn paperwork, slime on parts of the ceiling, wrecked items on the floor and worst of all, there were bodies in here, like there was a massive shootout or something. I prepared myself, along with the rest of the team for what could very well be the most dangerous mission of my life. I pray that my wife's luck will be on my side from here on out.
You know what, I'm kinda pleased that I've given the Doomguy a personality, something I've wanted to do since playing DOOM for many years, lol.
NEXT TIME! The old fashioned shoot-em-up experience begins...