QUAKE FOREVER: OPERATION REDEMPTION
It all went horribly wrong. The scientists were running another test on the slipgates overnight. Little did they know, they were being watched. Careful observers watched, waiting for the perfect time to make their move. This was it. One of the scientists wheeled a small empty cart onto the slipgate platform. Another scientist flipped the switch, in order to send a magnetic beam down the slipgate chamber and transfer the cart to the slipgate at the other end of the labs. The box faded away from the chamber. At the other end where it should have reappeared, something went awry. A group of grunts formed at the slipgate. Armed with shotguns they blasted away at the scientists and guards. The alarm sounded. We were being attacked from the inside, out.
"MEN! I HAVE TRAINED YOU TO DO YOUR BEST SO WHEN YOU ARE CALLED TO DO YOUR BEST YOU WILL FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR BEST." The soldiers stared in confusion at their sergeant.
"Uhh…yes sir?"
"WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEEAAR YOOUU?"
"YES SIR" The troops cheered, marching out of the barracks.
It was 4:15AM. The grunts had already taken control of the slipgate complex. Gaining it back was the hard part.
"Alpha team, go!" The first team stormed through the front entrance. They met with the hordes of grunts and rotweilers pouring out of the main office doors. Shots ripped apart the precious documents and storage items. However, back at the military base, it was more hectic than this.
"What the hell do you mean we don't know who they are?!" The tactical advisor slammed his fist down on the table.
"We don't even know where they are coming from, Mr. Brammer! Like I said, until we can get scientists down there to scan the slipgate departing coordinates, the only piece of evidence we have is the word "QUAKE" flashing on all the monitors," The research leader answer.
"Mr. Klatt, are you sure they aren't just some kind of…hacker terrorists or something?"
"Although their weapons look conventional, this first wave's equipment is far more advanced than our own. They fire at amazing speeds and require no reloading. We have yet to discover how they are doing so but until then, we'll have to hope our soldiers are smart enough to use their fallen enemies weapons."
"Okay. So we have no idea who, where, or what…but do we know why they are doing this?"
"We have no idea, sir…"
The military leader interrupted him "Klatt, Brammer - enough bickering. Obviously we are clueless about almost every aspect of the enemy, but if we can't hold the slipgate complex, who knows what will happen. Brammer, you ARE the tactical advisor so you shouldn't worry about such questions at the moment. Please decide how we will follow out Operation Counterstrike and what our steps are after it."
Mr. Brammer calmed himself down, "Sorry Mr. Fent. If the Operation Counterstrike goes according to plan on everything else we will try to escort a group of scientists down into the labs to get information on where these guys are coming from. If we can't get the scientists down there, we'll have to have the soldiers do it on their own. I'm not sure where it goes from there."
Mr. Fent spoke "Mr. Brammer won't it be easiest to knock out the slipgates from their power core, the source of their energy?"
Mr. Klatt interrupted "Yes that is possible but if the core was to be destroyed, the massive amounts of super compressed chemical energy would cause a huge explosion. It's not worth the risk of finding out how powerful this explosion could be. That is one of the most important reasons we are trying to gain back this site."
"Alright," Mr. Fent closed the conversation "We'll have to end this discussion for now. Mr. Brammer they are calling you to the Squadron Tactics Room. I'll see you all later."
It all went horribly wrong. The scientists were running another test on the slipgates overnight. Little did they know, they were being watched. Careful observers watched, waiting for the perfect time to make their move. This was it. One of the scientists wheeled a small empty cart onto the slipgate platform. Another scientist flipped the switch, in order to send a magnetic beam down the slipgate chamber and transfer the cart to the slipgate at the other end of the labs. The box faded away from the chamber. At the other end where it should have reappeared, something went awry. A group of grunts formed at the slipgate. Armed with shotguns they blasted away at the scientists and guards. The alarm sounded. We were being attacked from the inside, out.
"MEN! I HAVE TRAINED YOU TO DO YOUR BEST SO WHEN YOU ARE CALLED TO DO YOUR BEST YOU WILL FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR BEST." The soldiers stared in confusion at their sergeant.
"Uhh…yes sir?"
"WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEEAAR YOOUU?"
"YES SIR" The troops cheered, marching out of the barracks.
It was 4:15AM. The grunts had already taken control of the slipgate complex. Gaining it back was the hard part.
"Alpha team, go!" The first team stormed through the front entrance. They met with the hordes of grunts and rotweilers pouring out of the main office doors. Shots ripped apart the precious documents and storage items. However, back at the military base, it was more hectic than this.
"What the hell do you mean we don't know who they are?!" The tactical advisor slammed his fist down on the table.
"We don't even know where they are coming from, Mr. Brammer! Like I said, until we can get scientists down there to scan the slipgate departing coordinates, the only piece of evidence we have is the word "QUAKE" flashing on all the monitors," The research leader answer.
"Mr. Klatt, are you sure they aren't just some kind of…hacker terrorists or something?"
"Although their weapons look conventional, this first wave's equipment is far more advanced than our own. They fire at amazing speeds and require no reloading. We have yet to discover how they are doing so but until then, we'll have to hope our soldiers are smart enough to use their fallen enemies weapons."
"Okay. So we have no idea who, where, or what…but do we know why they are doing this?"
"We have no idea, sir…"
The military leader interrupted him "Klatt, Brammer - enough bickering. Obviously we are clueless about almost every aspect of the enemy, but if we can't hold the slipgate complex, who knows what will happen. Brammer, you ARE the tactical advisor so you shouldn't worry about such questions at the moment. Please decide how we will follow out Operation Counterstrike and what our steps are after it."
Mr. Brammer calmed himself down, "Sorry Mr. Fent. If the Operation Counterstrike goes according to plan on everything else we will try to escort a group of scientists down into the labs to get information on where these guys are coming from. If we can't get the scientists down there, we'll have to have the soldiers do it on their own. I'm not sure where it goes from there."
Mr. Fent spoke "Mr. Brammer won't it be easiest to knock out the slipgates from their power core, the source of their energy?"
Mr. Klatt interrupted "Yes that is possible but if the core was to be destroyed, the massive amounts of super compressed chemical energy would cause a huge explosion. It's not worth the risk of finding out how powerful this explosion could be. That is one of the most important reasons we are trying to gain back this site."
"Alright," Mr. Fent closed the conversation "We'll have to end this discussion for now. Mr. Brammer they are calling you to the Squadron Tactics Room. I'll see you all later."