The Doom Slayer-Abandoned Shack
This was strange, everything about this was strange. Demons don't construct buildings most can't. This should be impossible, this shack shouldn't be here. The only solution that makes sense is that it was teleported here. Although I had a feeling...that I'm not where I think I am.
I entered the shack, ignoring the radioactive waste barrels and the warning signs out front, onto the porch, and through the door. The floor creaked and groaned under my immense weight, a skeleton wearing a tarnished lab coat lay on the floor near a rusted trapdoor, which was where the mark was.
I tried the door, locked.
'Yeah, ok, whatever…' I wrapped my hand around the handle and pulled, the frame broke around the lock and the door flew open. Inside was a ladder leading to a basement of sorts. I dropped down and entered a sort of locker room/front desk area. A skeleton wearing army fatigues was sprawled in a chair behind the desk, I ignored it and proceeded further into the basement.
"I would advise you to be vigilant, Slayer. My primary processors detect that this space is much larger on the inside, as well as detecting movement and active energy signatures further down. Possibly hostile." VEGA said in an indifferent tone.
I silently nodded and took out my combat shotgun.
"Furthermore, I ask you to please be more precise. Any computer capable of supporting me needs to be damaged as little as possible." I scowled from behind my visor.
'Ugh, fine. Only because I respect you. Consider yourself lucky, VEGA…' I took out my heavy assault rifle and attached the tactical scope. It's pretty much useless compared to the mini-rockets but it's 'precise' to an extent.
Shortly after walking down some steps further in the basement, I saw a sparking breaker switch on the wall next to a doorway which lead into an inky black abyss. Me being me…
'The fuck does this do?' I flipped the switch up and electric lights inside the abyss lit up with a dull clunk.
"Energy readings just skyrocketed. It seems as if you just activated this facility." VEGA stated. I walked in, seeing semi-clean white walls, floors, and ceilings that reminded me too much of the U.A.C base on Mars.
I walked out onto a steel catwalk and admired the view, a massive bunker stretched out before and below me, tarnished only by the crates and filth scattered about. Then a robotic voice that was definitely not VEGA spoke to my right.
"Movement detected." It said in a deep voice. I came under fire by blue lasers coming from every direction. Although they did little, they did make the surface of the Praetor suit spark and crackle when they hit and that felt weird.
I raised my heavy assault rifle and fired a few test shots, the .50 caliber rounds slammed into a robot's torso and tore through plastic skin, exposing a metallic skeleton and wires underneath. The robot let off a few sparks and distorted failure warnings before falling to the floor and 'dying'.
'Well that was underwhelming, here's hoping they're not all made out of paper…' I scoped in on a couple of armored robots on the opposite catwalk and let off several bursts of bullets. The armor held...for a few shots, but quickly broke apart and exposed the vulnerable 'skin' to my bullets and they fell just as easily as the first robot. Some stray bullets went into a computer console behind them, if VEGA's watching right now, he's probably cringing.
I saw a crowd of the fuckers milling about at the bottom and firing up at me. I vaulted over the guardrail, falling towards a more skeletal one. I dropped full-force onto it and crushed its metallic skull under my boot like a tin can. It 'died' instantly.
The other robots continued to strafe around me while firing relentlessly. They knew no fear and had a single-minded purpose to eradicate me.
They would fail.
I fired at a robot closest to me, the .50 caliber rounds turning its insides into all-over-the-place-sides. Although a few bullets made it all the way through and hit an active console that was buzzing out numbers. VEGA spoke up again.
"I am once again asking for you to please be more careful. It is of great importance to both of us that I get out of your suit and into a proper computer."
'Come on, VEGA, you're just being annoying now…'
Welp, fuck it. VEGA wants me to be more precise what's more precise then getting up-close with your fucking fists? I put away my heavy assault rifle and charged at the two other robots behind cover with my gauntlets raised.
I leaped over a crate and destroyed the first robot, a skeletal one, Its metallic skull was crushed into pieces under my unrelenting blows. I turned to another to my left, it had no armor but was covered in plastic skin. I charged up to it and ripped its arms off, then I took hold of its torso and launched it into an armored robot sneaking up behind me. The armless robot dying of power failure and the armored robot being temporarily disabled, strange.
It hardly mattered to me, though. Now, what did VEGA want?
"Threats cleared. Now, I have a few more things to ask of you before you can continue. It's an easy one, just find a port. Don't worry about the chip fitting, U.A.C Data Chips are capable of modifying their shape to fit into different ports."
'Mighty fuckin' convenient' It only took a few moments before I found a large monitor and an active console with a port, the place was full of the things. I unceremoniously shoved the chip inside and waited...and waited...VEGA was out of my suit and couldn't talk to me anymore. The chip sparked in the port...Oh fuck...I think I broke it.
Suddenly and thankfully the console lights blinked and the monitor lit up with VEGA's logo. It wasn't too long before every undamaged, active monitor had VEGA's logo on it. Whether in black and white or green text. His voice boomed from all around the bunker, still in the polite robotic tone.
"Overall systems operating at 40% efficiency. Primary processors operating at 100% efficiency. Secondary processors operating at 23% efficiency. Tertiary processors operating at 12% efficiency. Oh...This is much better. Still a step down from the Mars facility, but it's better than your suit." VEGA said, I didn't really pay attention, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.
VEGA continued, that was fine, we didn't have anywhere we needed to be. "However this facility is extremely damaged and will need outside help to get it in working order...and I suspect you don't want to remain for repairs?" He has me there. "So I've been scanning the robots while we were...I was talking, it seems as if they have a port on the back of their necks. I've already downloaded myself from the chip into this facility. Although putting the chip in one of them would give me an uplink to control it. The armored robot behind you will reboot in three minutes. Please do this." VEGA said in an almost...pleading tone.
I nodded once, grabbing the chip out of the console and walking over to the robot in question. Throwing its armless brethren out of the way and flipping it onto its back. The nape of the neck was covered in synthetic armor, but it was as good as styrofoam as I ripped it apart.
Once again I shoved the chip into the port and waited for it to adapt...sparks flew, the robot let out several distorted cries and warnings, then suddenly, silence. The robot slowly stood up. VEGA spoke again, coming from all around the bunker and the robot.
"The U.A.C planned to experiment with giving their AIs physical bodies, but it wasn't a priority and the invasion got in the way. I had prepared myself far in advance for such an occasion of getting a physical form, I vividly remember it. Although the preparations didn't survive my termination, the memories did. In other words, it's going to be a little while before I'm used to this." Yeah, me too. It was weird seeing VEGA in a body. I'm used to his voice coming out of the walls or my helmet. But hey, it's also pretty cool. VEGA continued. "Anyway, I'm currently analyzing any and all information I come across in this facility's database and...I've got some explaining to do." This caught my attention.
"First. We are not in Hell."