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- Union Aerospace Corporation-----------
You're a marine, one of Earth's
toughest, hardened in combat and trained for action. Three years ago you
assaulted a superior officer for ordering his soldiers to fire upon
civilians. He and his body cast were shipped to Pearl Harbor, while you were
transferred to Mars, home of the Union Aerospace Corporation. The
UAC is a multi-planetary conglomerate with radioactive waste facilities
on Mars and its two moons, Phobos and Deimos. With no action for fifty
million miles, your day consisted of suckin' dust and watchin' restricted
flicks in the rec room.
For the last four years the military,
UAC's biggest supplier, has used the remote facilities on Phobos and
Deimos to conduct various secret projects, including research on
inter-dimensional space travel. So far they have been able to open gateways
between Phobos and Deimos, throwing a few gadgets into one and watching them
come out the other. Recently however, the Gateways have grown dangerously
unstable. Military "volunteers" entering them have either disappeared or
been stricken with a strange form of insanity-babbling vulgarities,
bludgeoning anything that breathes, and finally suffering and untimely death
of full body explosion. Matching heads with torsos to send home to the folks
became a full-time job. Latest military reports state that the research is
suffering a small set-back, but everything is under control.
A few hours ago, Mars received a
garbled message from Phobos. "We require immediate military support.
Something fraggin' evil is coming out of the Gateways! Computer systems have
gone berserk!" The rest was incoherent. Soon Afterwards, Deimos simply
vanished from the sky. Since then, attempts to establish contact with either
moon have been unsuccessful. You and your buddies, the only combat troop for
fifty million miles were sent up pronto to Phobos. You were ordered to
secure the perimeter of the base while the rest of the team went inside. For
several hours, your radio picked up the sounds of combat: guns firing, men
yelling orders, screams, bones cracking, then finally, silence. Seems your
buddies are dead. It's Up To You Things aren't looking too good.
You'll never navigate off the planet on your own. Plus, all the heavy
weapons have been taken by the assault team leaving you with only a pistol.
If only you could get your hands around a plasma rifle or even a shotgun you
could take a few down on your way out. Whatever killed your buddies deserves
a couple of pellets in the forehead. Securing your helmet, you exit the
landing pod. Hopefully you can find more substantial fire power somewhere
within the station. As you walk through the main entrance of the base, you
hear animal like growls echoing throughout the distant corridors. They know
your here. There's no turning back now.
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