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Is it ok if the story does not have to do with HL2 completly? Can i post my draft here?
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Well since no one said anything, here is the first two pages of 28 that i have writen (by hand, so its gonna take a while to type em all)...
Benjamin awoke in a blank room, no distinctive markings, just a dull grey cube. He was still groggy from his decade of sleep. The first thought in his mind was where is my ship? As any pilot would, he had grown fond of his ship, a Pyro GX, the latest in space-atmospheric combat.
A door hissed open and a technician walked in. He began to talk…
“Welcome back Benjamin. We have taken the liberty of removing you from you ship. Don’t worry; we have kept in our hangar. You are probably wondering where you are, right now you are about one-hundred and fifty feet underneath the ground. You are on a planet known as P20-341; you may remember it from your day as ‘Earth.’”
Benjamin responded, “What!? I fought out system so that the virus would not get to Earth! Is this truly Earth? Who are you and what do you want with me. What happened to the PTMC? Oh and what’s in it for me?”
“I will answer as many of your questions as I can Benjamin. First off, this is Earth; the virus indeed reached us, not long after your fateful attempted jump home. Speaking of which we have removed the hyper-jump module from the Pyro, the technology was too unstable. Second, my name is not important and what we want you for should be obvious. The PTMC helped the virus get here. They thought they could control it, they think they still can, but they cannot. Our brothers and sisters suffer out in the boarder colonies. They die by the thousands when the virus infects life support systems.”
“What about my ship,” inquired Benjamin, a bit shaken by the news, “and what is going on now? What happened while I was drifting? Where are the virus infected bots, the reactor?”
“Benjamin, you must understand, more than thirteen years have passed while you were asleep. I will attempt to make a long explanation short. You attempted to jump, and it failed. Your ship saved you by putting you into cryo-sleep. Apparently, you had partially entered the hyperspace rift and it sling-shotted you to Earth. As you drifted closer to Earth the virus was ‘cultivated’ in PTMC labs and released through ‘controlled means.’ At least this is what we were told. Soon the machines began to control us more than we controlled them. The few that realized what was going on took the old equipment and fled down to the tunnels. The PTMC released virus infected bots on Earth because we have no mineral or metal deposits left. The virus infected Earths defense systems. Our entire defense was automated, so we had nothing but small arms with which to defend ourselves. Also, the PTMC found that we are not the only race in the galaxy, and that the other races want the same metals we do. They used it as an excuse to expand use of the virus. They said it would improve human conditions in the mines. After that, all was lost, including PTMC control over the virus. The mainframe deep within the PTMC home planet took control of the bots and now the PTMC and all humans are controlled by it.”
Descent
The Pyro tipped end over end on its seemingly endless loop through the galaxy. Just another piece of junk left from the Great Machine War of the latter century. However, this piece of junk housed one of the greatest pilots the human species had ever known. His ship had kept him alive, frozen in cryogenic sleep for over a decade. Now was his time to rise again…Benjamin awoke in a blank room, no distinctive markings, just a dull grey cube. He was still groggy from his decade of sleep. The first thought in his mind was where is my ship? As any pilot would, he had grown fond of his ship, a Pyro GX, the latest in space-atmospheric combat.
A door hissed open and a technician walked in. He began to talk…
“Welcome back Benjamin. We have taken the liberty of removing you from you ship. Don’t worry; we have kept in our hangar. You are probably wondering where you are, right now you are about one-hundred and fifty feet underneath the ground. You are on a planet known as P20-341; you may remember it from your day as ‘Earth.’”
Benjamin responded, “What!? I fought out system so that the virus would not get to Earth! Is this truly Earth? Who are you and what do you want with me. What happened to the PTMC? Oh and what’s in it for me?”
“I will answer as many of your questions as I can Benjamin. First off, this is Earth; the virus indeed reached us, not long after your fateful attempted jump home. Speaking of which we have removed the hyper-jump module from the Pyro, the technology was too unstable. Second, my name is not important and what we want you for should be obvious. The PTMC helped the virus get here. They thought they could control it, they think they still can, but they cannot. Our brothers and sisters suffer out in the boarder colonies. They die by the thousands when the virus infects life support systems.”
“What about my ship,” inquired Benjamin, a bit shaken by the news, “and what is going on now? What happened while I was drifting? Where are the virus infected bots, the reactor?”
“Benjamin, you must understand, more than thirteen years have passed while you were asleep. I will attempt to make a long explanation short. You attempted to jump, and it failed. Your ship saved you by putting you into cryo-sleep. Apparently, you had partially entered the hyperspace rift and it sling-shotted you to Earth. As you drifted closer to Earth the virus was ‘cultivated’ in PTMC labs and released through ‘controlled means.’ At least this is what we were told. Soon the machines began to control us more than we controlled them. The few that realized what was going on took the old equipment and fled down to the tunnels. The PTMC released virus infected bots on Earth because we have no mineral or metal deposits left. The virus infected Earths defense systems. Our entire defense was automated, so we had nothing but small arms with which to defend ourselves. Also, the PTMC found that we are not the only race in the galaxy, and that the other races want the same metals we do. They used it as an excuse to expand use of the virus. They said it would improve human conditions in the mines. After that, all was lost, including PTMC control over the virus. The mainframe deep within the PTMC home planet took control of the bots and now the PTMC and all humans are controlled by it.”
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No comments at all?? Anything? It sucks... what?
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I'm a big Descent fan. 
That's really cool stuff from Descent 3.
That Pyro was MY favorite ship too. Pissed me off when I found out Dravis sabatoged the ship just to keep the guy quiet. :flame: But glad he finally got revenge by the Guide Bot killing him with 1 of it's flares. :smoking:
I LOVED the Black Shark Missile. :thumbs:
That's really cool stuff from Descent 3.That Pyro was MY favorite ship too. Pissed me off when I found out Dravis sabatoged the ship just to keep the guy quiet. :flame: But glad he finally got revenge by the Guide Bot killing him with 1 of it's flares. :smoking:
I LOVED the Black Shark Missile. :thumbs:
