Chapter 1: The Sighting
The resistance fighter moved quickly through the smoke and fog, his pounding feet splashing the large puddles of oil lining the ruined streets of City 17. He turned and motioned through the thick haze for his comrades to follow him, only to be answered by muffled screams. He bent down and reached into his tattered backpack, and sighed in relief as he realized there was one grenade left. Pulling the pin, the resistance fighter tossed the grenade at the tall, looming shadow towering over him. The creature’s long legs bent in agony, and a soft alien groan escaped from somewhere above him. The Strider was obviously wounded.
Brad Torret had never experienced so much terror in his life, so he just stood irresolute for a few moments before turning and running for the shelter of the dilapidated oil refinery behind him. He hid behind one of the half-mutilated brick walls, crouching down near a tall pile of debris. He could hear the Strider’s claws scraping against the rough pavement, moving rapidly towards him, and then suddenly halt in its tracks. A resonating, hollow sound followed. Brad gripped his machine gun tighter. Finally, he could hear the scuttling of what seemed to be dozens of alien creatures. He cautiously peered through the hole in the brick wall, amazed at what he saw. Several alien slaves had gathered in the wide street, their hunched green forms and unblinking red eyes staring back at him.
But they weren’t coming towards him, instead they turned to face the menacing Strider, bolts of bright green lightning leaping from their extended claws and smashing into the half-mechanical, half-alien beast with exploding force. Its massive three legs began to slump, then a moment later it crashed to the ground, laying eerily still.
A lone figure moved among them, clothed in a tattered military uniform. Brad slowly inched out from his hiding place, trying to get a better look. One of the creatures turned and articulated a series of grunts. Brad was sure he was moments away from dieing, but the lone figure that had begun to pace the ranks of the alien creatures rounded on him, and a pure look of astonishment broke over Brad’s face. The figure was human, albeit with many scars on his face, pale skin, and gaunt features gave him a beastly appearance, it--he--was definitely human. Brad raised his gun shakily, but couldn’t bring himself to fire.
The man merely stepped up to him, and took the weapon from him. “Don’t fear them”, he spoke in a low, guttural voice. “They are here to help us”. A green sphere of energy materialized in the center of the wide avenue, and another human stepped from the abyss. Clothed in a business suit, with short hair and light green eyes, he was obviously more civilized than the man standing next to him. The g-man strode forth with confidence, pausing briefly in the center of the mass of alien creatures. “This is Corporal Shepherd, my....protege.”
“We deemed it appropriate to assist you in your confrontation with the alien infestation”. Here the g-man hesitated before continuing. “Excuse my manners, I myself am the arbitrator for this man”, then he gave a mere flick of the hand towards the creatures behind him “and these creatures he commands”. “I am sorry, but you must come with us for you have witnessed to much. Don’t worry, it is a much more amiable fate than remaining here”, his emotionless tone singed him to the core.
A sudden groan several yards behind them, made the group of men turn in surprise. A vague, grey, metallic shape was raising above the faint haze that had settled in the city. The groan became louder, then so deafening that the group of men were forced to cover their ears. There was a loud crash, as the metallic wall fell to the ground a mere few feet ahead of them. The Combine infrastructure had just gotten larger. “Come”, the g-man commanded tonelessly. With that, the man in the tattered military uniform grabbed Brad's arm and yanked him towards the portal of pulsating green light.
The resistance fighter moved quickly through the smoke and fog, his pounding feet splashing the large puddles of oil lining the ruined streets of City 17. He turned and motioned through the thick haze for his comrades to follow him, only to be answered by muffled screams. He bent down and reached into his tattered backpack, and sighed in relief as he realized there was one grenade left. Pulling the pin, the resistance fighter tossed the grenade at the tall, looming shadow towering over him. The creature’s long legs bent in agony, and a soft alien groan escaped from somewhere above him. The Strider was obviously wounded.
Brad Torret had never experienced so much terror in his life, so he just stood irresolute for a few moments before turning and running for the shelter of the dilapidated oil refinery behind him. He hid behind one of the half-mutilated brick walls, crouching down near a tall pile of debris. He could hear the Strider’s claws scraping against the rough pavement, moving rapidly towards him, and then suddenly halt in its tracks. A resonating, hollow sound followed. Brad gripped his machine gun tighter. Finally, he could hear the scuttling of what seemed to be dozens of alien creatures. He cautiously peered through the hole in the brick wall, amazed at what he saw. Several alien slaves had gathered in the wide street, their hunched green forms and unblinking red eyes staring back at him.
But they weren’t coming towards him, instead they turned to face the menacing Strider, bolts of bright green lightning leaping from their extended claws and smashing into the half-mechanical, half-alien beast with exploding force. Its massive three legs began to slump, then a moment later it crashed to the ground, laying eerily still.
A lone figure moved among them, clothed in a tattered military uniform. Brad slowly inched out from his hiding place, trying to get a better look. One of the creatures turned and articulated a series of grunts. Brad was sure he was moments away from dieing, but the lone figure that had begun to pace the ranks of the alien creatures rounded on him, and a pure look of astonishment broke over Brad’s face. The figure was human, albeit with many scars on his face, pale skin, and gaunt features gave him a beastly appearance, it--he--was definitely human. Brad raised his gun shakily, but couldn’t bring himself to fire.
The man merely stepped up to him, and took the weapon from him. “Don’t fear them”, he spoke in a low, guttural voice. “They are here to help us”. A green sphere of energy materialized in the center of the wide avenue, and another human stepped from the abyss. Clothed in a business suit, with short hair and light green eyes, he was obviously more civilized than the man standing next to him. The g-man strode forth with confidence, pausing briefly in the center of the mass of alien creatures. “This is Corporal Shepherd, my....protege.”
“We deemed it appropriate to assist you in your confrontation with the alien infestation”. Here the g-man hesitated before continuing. “Excuse my manners, I myself am the arbitrator for this man”, then he gave a mere flick of the hand towards the creatures behind him “and these creatures he commands”. “I am sorry, but you must come with us for you have witnessed to much. Don’t worry, it is a much more amiable fate than remaining here”, his emotionless tone singed him to the core.
A sudden groan several yards behind them, made the group of men turn in surprise. A vague, grey, metallic shape was raising above the faint haze that had settled in the city. The groan became louder, then so deafening that the group of men were forced to cover their ears. There was a loud crash, as the metallic wall fell to the ground a mere few feet ahead of them. The Combine infrastructure had just gotten larger. “Come”, the g-man commanded tonelessly. With that, the man in the tattered military uniform grabbed Brad's arm and yanked him towards the portal of pulsating green light.