Unreal Tournament: THE
By Adam Horvath
2:34 PM, Saturday, 2029
Aco Phoenix moved slowly through the massive ice channel. He held
in his hand a standard AR770, commonly known as an Assault Rifle. It
fired 5.56mm bullets with a secondary fire mount: an M355 grenade
launcher. This was his starting weapon of choice for the tournaments.
Aside from this, all tournament members were equipped with a Kemphler
DD280 Shield Gun, which either generates a large shield that covers
the user and reflects most shots, or it charged up a blast of plasma
which is used in close range to rupture, pulverize and fill blood
vessels with gas bubbles. Also, they were all equipped with
Translocators. Originally, these devices were used to rescue miners
from tunnel collapses, but now they have been incorporated into the
tournaments. It fires a small disc, which can bounce off most objects
and can fly very far. Then, the user can press the secondary fire
which teleports the user to the disc. The newer versions also have a
small camera on the disc, which the user can use to get a full
360-degree view of the disc's surroundings with a small screen,
attached to the translocator itself.
This was a last man standing match, and Phoenix was more then ready
to kill for money and fame. That's what most people fought for in the
tournaments: fame, fortune and/or freedom. Some convicts who were
desperate to restart a normal life were promised freedom provided they
successfully win a match.
Phoenix wore light armor, colored a deep red and fire orange
detailing on the joints. He also had a military helmet and dark
Phoenix now saw someone at the end of the tunnel. It was a Gen
Mo'Kai, an alien species. They largely resembled Predators from the
Predator movies. Some wore family death masks made of stone. They
weren't quite as rugged as Humans, but they were very fast and their
jumping height was second only to Automations, who were also allowed
in the tournaments. This Gen Mo'Kai was equipped with an ASMD Shock
Rifle. It managed to get the first shot off, using the secondary fire
of the rifle. It was a slow moving ball of plasma. Phoenix knew what
was coming next and dove behind a rock for cover. The primary fire of
the rifle tore through the air at lightning speed (a fast moving
plasma bolt) and slammed into the plasma ball. The ball exploded in a
large blast of plasma. The ice channel shook as the plasma energy was
released, scorching the ice black and melting a crater in the ground.
Phoenix jumped up and released some 5.56mm bullets. The Gen Mo'Kai
dove behind an ice boulder. "Oh hell no." Phoenix said and
fired a grenade. The ice boulder exploded in a cloud of shrapnel. One
large chunk was imbedded in the unfortunate Gen Mo'Kai's chest. Even
through the death mask, Phoenix could tell it was in pain. "Be
still." Phoenix said and fired the remainder of the clip into the
alien. The bullets tore right through it, sending a splash of green
blood on the ice wall and froze instantly, the closest thing to a
permanent tombstone the alien would get
The next thing Phoenix knew, he was teleported onto a large
floating pedestal. He was in a huge metal room, surrounded by four
massive televisions showing Phoenix's kill of the Gen Mo'Kai over and
over as well as his other famous kills, including the times he blasted
an Automation apart with only a Shield Gun and the time he killed five
humans with his last bullet by detonating the rockets inside one of
the human's rocket launchers, creating a rather large explosion that
totally decimated everything within a ten meter radius. Down on the
ground, millions of fans screamed with joy as Phoenix's chosen song
was played: Bodies. As the pedestal lowered to the ground Phoenix
realized what happened: the Gen Mo'Kai he killed was the last man on
the field other then him. He was the last man standing. LET THE BODIES
HIT THE FLOOR… the speakers roared as Phoenix was let to the ground.
Ahead of him was a long catwalk leading out of the room. He began his
triumphant march down the catwalk as the speakers now roared AND THE
WINNER: THE PHEONIX!!! Phoenix raised his arms and let out his best
impression of a Phoenix scream, which was a trademark and very
realistic since he had three years of marching down the catwalk to
practice. The fans roared louder, some tried their impression of a
phoenix themselves. One was a female teen who did a pretty good
impression. Phoenix made a gun shape with his hand and pointed at her
as he walked. She fainted.
5:12 PM, Saturday, 2029
Phoenix now stood in a large science room, surrounded by people in
white coats. He had been requested to keep his battle armor on, and
had been given extra ammunition and grenades. He was obviously being
sent into combat for the Empire. Probably another group of rebels
Phoenix thought with a sigh. He looked around. Most of them were busy
musing over vials filled with multicolored liquid or over new
experimental bullets. A couple of the scientists looked at Phoenix
with mild hatred in their eyes. Damn pacifists Phoenix thought. After
a few minutes, a new scientist in a white coat walked in.
"Hello." The scientist said. "You must be the legendary
Aco Phoenix. You can call me Mr. Matthew's." "Wow, thanks
for allowing me that privilege." Phoenix replied with a slight
smile, which was his version of a 'hello'.
Then, three more people walked in. One African-American male in
green desert style combat armor and glasses identical to Phoenix. He
was armed with a Lightning gun, which was exactly like what is
sounded. A Sniper gun that shot electricity rivaling a lightning bolt
in power. The second was a male Caucasian, lighter built then the
first one, in light armor colored gray. He was armed with a Flak
Cannon, which either fired several particles of Flak for close range,
or a large grenade that exploded in a blast of flak for long range.
The third was a Caucasian female in almost identical armor to the
second male, except smaller for her smaller build. She was armed with
an ASMD Shock Rifle. They were all also armed with Shield Guns and
Translocators. Phoenix's first reaction was to raise his gun at them,
for they were fellow Tournament players. The green armored one was
Malcolm, the second male was Brock and the female was Lauren.
"Calm yourself Phoenix." Malcolm said with no change in
facial expression. "We are allies for this mission." Phoenix
lowered his weapon slowly.
The scientists that gave Phoenix nasty looks now turned their angry
gazes to the three new tournament players. "Back to work,
pacifist nerds." Lauren said, and the scientists went on adding
various chemicals into weird looking bullets and loading them into
even weirder looking weapons. Mr. Matthews now started talking.
"Everyone gather around." He said. "Malcolm, Brock,
Lauren, come on. We need you deployed ASAP, and before you are I need
to tell you a story. Please, sit down." The four sat down on some
empty tables, keeping both feet on the ground so the table could
support the weight of the armor.
"I'll keep this short. About an hour ago, we received a final
transmission from one of our resource planets. I've taken the liberty
of taping it on cassette." Matthews pressed a button on a small
ZZZZZZZZZZZ- This is Sgt. Tom of Resource Sector 12. We've been
attacked by aliens. We don't know where they are, they always seem to
disappear. All we know about them is that they are hostile and use
claws. Then, another voice. Tom! We're under attack. And the Captain
is acting paranoid. ZZZZZZZZ GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME TOM!!! Settle
down Captain! GET BACK DAMMIT- AAAAUUAARRRRRGG Oh god TOM!!!
"Interesting." Brock said with a smirk. "Shut up
Brock." Matthews said. "This is the seventh PLANET to drop
out of communication. These creatures seem to be arachnids with rather
large claws and mutations. We've had some transmissions screaming the
word 'shape shifter' before another death scream, but we're sure they
were just insane with fear." "So what do you want us to do,
liberate seven planets?" Phoenix asked. "No." Matthews
replied. "It is too late to stop them. They seem to be able to
slip past even our tightest security. The human race is doomed. The
only way to stop them now is with our new experiment. Time
travel." "Time travel is not possible." Lauren said
flatly. "That's what we thought fifteen minutes ago. But we have
just sent a strike force to the first known location of these
creatures. It is a place called U.S Outpost North 31, back in 1982.
There, the species was attempted to be destroyed by the scientists
there, but they failed. The strike forces that were sent over the next
five years brought back information of a species of arachnids. Seeing
as how they are so large, we thought we got them all, but they always
seem to get past our security."
"So this is what you mission objectives are: Enter our time
machine to 1982 to meet up with the strike force we have already sent,
and destroy every arachnid there. Secondary objectives are: find any
survivors and collect any information you can about the species."
Matthews pointed to a large metal box with the numbers 1982 printed on
a digital screen up top. "Wait." Malcolm said. "How do
we get back?" Matthews gave everyone a small watch. It had a
digital screen with a number pad, a 'Go back' button and a 'Go there'
button. "To come back here, press the Go Back button, and any
human in a two meter radius from you will be transported back, and
anyone in a two meter radius from anyone you bring back will also be
brought back. No go." Suddenly, the two scientists that gave
everyone angry looks got up with their experimental guns. "We
can't let you do that." One said and raised his gun in a
strangely deformed hand. The bullet flew out and hit Matthews in the
leg. The explosion of the bullet was enough to blast Matthews' leg
off. Matthews screams "GO NOW!!!" as giant spiders entered
the room and started killing scientists with ease. The group of four
ran into the machine, which was pre set to the time.
Sometime at night, ???, 1982
After a flash of light, the group of four appeared in front of a
small strike force. Ten soldiers armed with Miniguns. Miniguns hadn't
changed much in the past thirty years. They now fired more advanced
bullets, but were still basically a box of ammunition with a large
It was nighttime, with a light snow falling. The marines stood in a
snowfield, facing the Outpost. It was almost pitch black, except for
one minor detail. The outpost was on fire, and most of the outpost was
scattered across the landscape in 1x1-foot chunks. "Think this is
the place?" A marine asked. "Ok." Phoenix said.
"Marines, set up a perimeter here. We'll go scout for
survivors." "What makes you think I want to go anywhere with
you?" Malcolm demanded. "The fact that I spoke first, now
move your ass." Phoenix replied and pushed Malcolm towards the
outpost with his assault rifle. Brock and Lauren followed smirking.
"Gimme more beer Childs." Macready said. Childs
reluctantly handed Macready the bottle of brandy, now almost empty.
The area was still burning, so provided there were no more Things in
the area, they should at least survive the night. Still, they were
almost frozen, and it was getting increasingly more difficult for them
to wrap their mouths around the bottle. "Don't spill any of
that." Childs said. "That's our antifreeze." "Our
antifreeze, Childs?" "Alcohol freezes at a lower temperature
then blood. All we have to do is get our blood alcohol level up as
high as we can and we won't freeze." Macready looked at Childs
for a few seconds. "I think you've had enough beer, Childs."
Childs sighed and looked behind the chunk of wall he was leaning on.
He saw four humanoid figures approaching in futuristic armor. Childs
dove at Macready to get him down. Macready struggled, then Childs said
"Shut up! Four things are approaching in some kind of alien
armor! They must be from the ship that the Norwegians blew up."
They lay in the snow, slowly trying to bury themselves as the four
figures drew nearer. Childs prepared his flamethrower for action. At
that moment, the four figures attacked. At least they had taken human
form. The two in grey armor jumped out from one side of the chunk of
wall, facing Childs and quickly yanking the flamethrower out of his
hands. One in desert style armor and one in red with fire orange joint
details. The female, who had grabbed the flamethrower, pointed it at
Childs. "Get up and take the tank off." She said, but
quickly pulled on the gun, which tore the flamethrower tank off of
Childs' back. Malcolm quickly pulled MacReady out of the snow and
checked him for weapons. MacReady broke free and grabbed the gun of
the flamethrower out of Lauren's hands. He pointed at the tank with
the gun. "ONE WRONG MOVE AND WE ALL DIE!" He screamed.
"Do it, Mac!" Childs yelled as he struggled in Phoenix's
At that moment, the ground shook hard. "What the hell's going
on?" Macready asked, no longer paying attention to his captors
who were also looking around. Then, it burst out of the ground. A
formless blob of tentacles, dog heads and dinosaur jaws. At least ten
feet tall. "I thought they were arachnids." Lauren said.
"BLAIR IS BACK!" Macready screamed. Everyone opened fire if
they had a weapon. Phoenix had released Childs and was firing
grenades; Lauren blasted away with the fast moving plasma bolts of the
ASMD. Malcolm shot arks of lightning. Brock was lobbing Flak grenades
as Macready torched the base of the thing with his flamethrower.
Childs was weaponless, but noticed Macready still had a dynamite stick
in his pocket. Childs grabbed it and threw it into Macready's fire. It
exploded in a shower of blood and assorted parts of various animals.
Macready rushed forwards and began to torch the larger pieces.
"Kill every cell!" Childs yelled. Brock rushed forwards and
grabbed Macready, and threw him to the ground. "Restrain
yourself!" He said, grabbing the gun. "And don't waste
that!" "You don't understand! We have to kill every
cell!" Childs said, trying to push Brock away but was restrained
Sometime at night, ???, 1982
The group walked back to the Marines, who had pieced together small
shelters out of larger chunks of Outpost 31. Three small doorless
sheds and a meter high wall that circled a 20 meter area. Only seven
Marines were there. "Where are the other three?" Phoenix
asked, stepping over the metal wall with Macready. "Split up, and
gathering materials, sir." "Alone??" Childs demanded as
he was pushed over the wall. "We can't let them back in!"
Macready said. "They are surely infected!" Malcolm ignored
them. "We found these two crack pots in the snow with a rather
large bottle of alcohol and a flamethrower." He said, holding
both items. Brock grabbed the bottle. "Hey, not bad! 60 years
old!" Phoenix laughed. "This is 1982." He said.
"That is 13 years old." Brock sighed and threw the bottle
behind him. "I don't touch it unless it's at least 20 years
old." "You thought it was 47 years in the future? And you
call us crack pots?" Macready asked.
After introductions were aside, Phoenix began. "We are from
the future." He said. "We are members of a future Empire of
Earth in 2029, and participants in a multi species tournament known as
Unreal Tournament." "Give some proof." Childs said.
Lauren fired a ball of plasma as a rock of ice, then blasted it with a
plasma bolt. The rock was blown apart and melted, when it hit the snow
it re-froze in the snow. The snow was turned to solid ice. "How
do you think we move in this armor?" Brock asked. "If it
were made of stainless steel we couldn't move." "Moving
on." Phoenix continued. "All of our planetary settlements
have been attacked and destroyed by this species of arachnids."
"Arach-" "No more interruptions please. Now, our
scientists had traced back through history and eventually found a file
on this outpost. Just so you know, in two weeks a rescue team would
have arrived, and only one member would survive. He would come back,
and suddenly disappear with a squadron of soldiers a few days later.
Anyway, that's why we were sent. Our scientists discovered time travel
technology a few hours ago in 2029 time. We were sent back and are
here to destroy the arachnid species and hopefully change the
future." "Ok, so what's your story?" A Marine asked
Macready and Childs.
Macready told the story. "We were scientists of U.S Outpost
North 31, doing whatever was needed. Testing equipment, scanning for
potential gold deposits, experimenting with stuff, whatever. Then,
about a week ago two Swed - Norwegians showed up via helicopter,
shooting at a dog. Our station manager, Garry, was forced to kill one
of them, while the other dropped a grenade near the chopper and was
blown up." Childs took over. "Clark, the dog handler, put
the Husky with the others. Then, that night, it… changed. Mutated
into a horrible form of flesh and dog heads as it assimilated or
strangled the dogs. That species of arachnids you claim to fight? They
are no arachnids. It is a shape shifting parasitic virus. It takes
over a species and then can imitate it, and any other species it has
assimilated, perfectly. It still has the memories and knowledge of the
host. We don't know who is who unless we do a blood test."
"Blood test?" Malcolm asked. "It boils down to the
genetics of these things. I came up with the test." Macready
said. "You see, a Thing is not one organism. Each cell is a
different one, working with the others to imitate the organism. If we
take samples of each person's blood, or any body part really, and then
jab it with a hot poker or other hot object, we can tell who is who.
You see, normal blood would just sizzle and do nothing. But Thing
blood is actually millions of Thing cells. If we jab it with the hot
poker, it will jump up and try to escape. That's why I tried to torch
every part of the thing we killed. If even one cell is alive, it can
multiply its cells at an extreme speed and grow as strong as it once
"Back to your story." Lauren said. "Well, the story
is quite long, so long story short. We went to the Norwegian camp and
found Thing carcasses burned with Kerosene. But they weren't as dead
as they looked. We also found an alien craft, already thawed out by
the Norwegians. We have no clue how long it was been down there.
Technically the ice was just a few hundred thousand years old, but as
far as we know it was in there for millions of years. Anyway, we
brought the thing carcasses back to camp. It infected everyone except
Me, Childs, and poor Garry and Nauls, the cook. We tried to kill them
and more or less succeeded. The thing we just destroyed with those
fancy weapons of yours was Blair, a Senior Biologist. It killed both
Nauls and Garry, and almost killed me. I thought I killed it with
dynamite, but obviously I failed."
At that moment, the three missing Marines reappeared, each with
armfuls of wood and metal. Phoenix jumped up. "Ok you three sit
down, we're checking you." "For what?" One Marine asked
as he put his wood down and sat on it. One of the seven other Marines
threw Phoenix a pocketknife. "The creatures we are after are
shapeshifting aliens. We are going to administer a blood test to see
if you are human." Malcolm pulled up a piece of two by four to
use as a blood pedestal. "Brock, we'll use your flak cannon as a
source of heat." Malcolm said. "Ok, you first." Phoenix
said, flipping open the pocketknife and pointing at the nearest
Marine. "You left or right handed?" "Right."
"Ok, then stick your left thumb in the snow until it grows numb.
In fact, that goes for all of you. Stick your opposite good thumb in
the snow." "Ok, my thumb is numb." The marine said.
Phoenix grabbed the Marine's left thumb and moved it over to the wood.
He then cut the large vain in the Marine's thumb. Blood streamed out
of the vein onto the wood. Once there was a sufficient amount, Phoenix
asked. "Who has a medkit?" "I do." A marine said,
and moved to disinfect the cut. Brock moved in and fired a wave of
flak at the blood. Aside from the small splash of the flak hitting the
blood, the blood did nothing but sizzle.
The same went for the second marine. Brock now fired at the third
Marine's blood. The blood launched at least two meters into the air
before landing and getting blasted by more flak. The third Marine
jumped up and, with a hand already growing massive claws, slashed the
marine sitting next to him into three slices. Already its skin was
growing more beastlike. "Fire at will!" Malcolm yelled.
Phoenix and his group had already put down their weapons, with the
exception of Brock, but the Marines hadn't lowered their miniguns. The
final marine sitting quickly jumped up and lunged for his minigun. The
Thing's chest suddenly split open from the barrage of minigun bullets.
A huge scaled arm burst out of the Thing's chest in a shower of blood.
It grabbed the Marine and quickly pulled him into the hole in its
chest, which was now lined with teeth. The Marine's screams were cut
off as the arm burst through him to reach another Marine - and a
lightning bolt from Malcolm's gun blasted the arm off.
What no one noticed was that one of the leftover seven Marines had
hung back and transformed into a large arachnid with overgrown fangs.
Venom already dripped down and sizzled as the ice was melted down for
two meters. It jumped upon two Marines, and one fang plunged into each
Marine's back. The two Marines screamed, but were also cut off as the
venom completely melted the Marines from the chest down. A large
mixture of blood and venom formed in the ice, which had also melted
Phoenix lobbed a grenade into the first Thing's open chest, and it
exploded in a rain of blood and appendages.
The Marine that had been slashed apart had now crawled back
together and now formed a small bloody blob. It then fired a huge
spike at a Marine, who was impaled. Every Marine turned on the
arachnid and blasted it apart in a rain of bullets. Lauren fired a
plasma ball and them a bolt, which vaporized the blob thing.
Morning, ???, 1982
Daybreak came and shone light on a very gruesome scene. Three
Marines, four Tournament goers and two survivors had slept in shifts,
with at least three guards awake at all times, although it was
doubtful anyone decided to sleep when it was their turn. The ice was
cracked and melted, as Macready had un-ceremonially torched every
appendage from the Things. Blood was everywhere, coating the ground in
the metal circle formed by the walls the Marines had set up the night
before. Phoenix poked Lauren with his rifle. "It's morning. You
don't have to pretend you're asleep." Lauren sat up and picked up
her ASMD, which she had used as a pillow. Malcolm Childs and the
Marines also got up at the same time, obviously awake before Phoenix
said it was morning.
Food consisted of various canned items, which the Marines had
brought for supplies - tuna, shrimp, chicken and so on. Everyone has
sterilized their pocketknives with the flamethrower and used them as
can openers. Brock looked at the three supply bags the Marines had
brought. "What else is in there?" he asked. "Not
much." A Marine said. "More food, ammo for the miniguns, and
two of them are full of thermite explosives. Mostly grenades."
"Ok." Phoenix said, choking down a bite of canned shrimp and
trying not to look anywhere as he ate. "We have two basic
options. We can either stay here and try to kill those… things. Or
we can head back and die in 2029." "I say we stay and
complete the mission." Malcolm said. "Oh, great idea Mr.
Future Man." Childs said. "It's Malcolm."
"Whatever. It took all of us to kill just three of those things
and half of us were killed in the process." "Are you saying
we should just admit defeat and go back, and try to attempt to purge a
galaxy of them?" Lauren asked sarcastically. "I don't see
why not." Macready said. "Your already part of that
Tournament dealy, I'm sure you've done things more stupid and suicidal
then this." "Ok then. How would you and your ingenious 1982
brain kill them?" Phoenix asked. "Well, since you love
risking your lives, there is one way." Macready said. "If we
march into what's left of the outpost and blanket it with that
Thermite stuff, then get back and use that lightning gun to set one
off, the chain reaction should set the rest off like a wave of fire.
Simply put - blowing up the outpost once didn't work. Now it's time to
blast the remains."
It was the best plan they could come up with, so now they marched
into the outpost, guns up, planting Thermite grenades everywhere and
ensuring each grenade was in the blast range of at least one other,
which wasn't that hard since the blast radius of a 2029 Thermite
grenade was about ten feet. And could burn a hole in a foot thick wall
"I'd say we've carpeted half of the still-standing
buildings." Macready said. "Strange we haven't seen any
things yet." "Oh god shut up." Phoenix said. "One
of the Tournament rules is not to point stuff out. It will always jinx
what you point out." "A little pessimistic Phoenix?"
Childs asked. "Five hours ago I watch half of a platoon of highly
trained and armed soldiers get killed by weaponless animals. Yes,
suddenly my outlook on life is a tad negative compared to
Suddenly, the door ahead was hit by something heavy. A second hit
blasted the door open. The room it was in was at least five meters
tall, and it stood with its lower back pressed against the ceiling. It
was a giant reptilian humanoid creature covering in thin tentacles.
Tentacles also replaced its teeth, and it's tail ended in a scythe
blade made of bone. Its face was unmistakable. It was the face of
Blair. The Marines opened fire straight away, cutting up the walls and
sending chunks of the creature splattering against the far wall. The
thing, impervious to the attacks, tore the door off of its hinges and
launched it down the hall. It caught the Marines and sent them to the
floor. The thing quickly tore the ceiling off of the hallway so it
could stand to its full height, ever growing as it was still changing
into more of a dinosaur form. Tentacles launched from the thing's legs
and wrapped around the screaming Marines, and dragged them into its
leg. They screamed as they were slowly absorbed by it. At this point
the rest of the group was blasting away. "Aim for its
chest!" Phoenix yelled. Grenades, flak bombs, ASMD bolts and
lightning bolts slammed into its chest. The thing was blasted apart as
it had been when Phoenix first found Macready and Childs. Pieces of
thing were sent into the large room.
The group entered the large room. It was a large supply room,
loaded with winter survival gear. Blast holes from the basement
covered the floor. Everything was coated with blood. Chunks of thing
were everywhere. "Mac, you got the flamethrower?" Childs
asked. "I'm already torching the pieces Childs." Macready
said, firing up the flamethrower. At that moment, all the thing pieces
retreated behind the stacks of boxes. Brock raised his flak cannon and
blasted it apart in an explosion of burning parkas. Everyone followed
suit, blasting any vertical object in the room to get a clear shot at
the thing pieces. The room was now brightly lit by pillars of fire.
The thing pieces had now grown into human sized blobs. Then, they
split in half and changed form. Five of them took on arachnid form,
the other five changed into dog/arachnid mixtures. The three Marines
also stood there, still holding their miniguns in alien hands.
There was an explosion of energy as everyone in the room who held a
weapon was firing. Childs was the only one without a weapon.
"GIVE ME SOMETHING!" he yelled over the noise. Malcolm
tossed Childs two Enforcers, which were semi automatic pistols. Childs
grabbed them and began to fire at the arachnid things. More things
began to pour through the air ducts and holes in the floor. Phoenix
dropped the grenade bags and began to fire bullets. Malcolm launched
lightning bolts at the Marine things. The group was quickly forced
into a circle with the grenade bags behind them. They were quickly
running out of ammo. The Marine things had been eliminated first, but
now the room was filling with smaller Things. Arachnids, heads with
praying mantis talons, deformed dogs, a small human body with a Venus
fly trap head and the list went on. The bodies surrounding the group
piled higher and higher, yet more still jumped over. ""E
CAN'' WIN! WE GOTTA GO BACK!" Phoenix screamed. "WE CAN'T
LEAVE WITHOUT KILLING THEM!" Lauren screamed back. Phoenix, now
completely out of ammo, grabbed a thermite and pulled the pin. He then
pressed a button on his watch.
5:12 PM, Saturday, 2029
Everyone arrived back in the large machine in the science room. The
scientists were all gone, and there were blood stains everywhere.
"Shouldn't time have changed?" Phoenix asked. "Not
yet." Malcolm said. "That grenade will go off in about 3
seconds." Sure enough, a few seconds later, the room was covered
in a strange white light. When it disappeared, the scientists were
back, and the blood was gone. The scientists who originally were
things were now quietly working, not giving everyone nasty looks.
"Err… what just happened?" Brock asked. "Good with
the ladies but dumb as a rock, are you?" Phoenix asked. "47
years ago, minus about 7 seconds, the grenades went off and
obliterated the outpost. We killed the species." The head
scientist had no memory of the Things, so when he saw everyone, he
said "Hey! Get out of here!" "Shut up old man."
Malcolm said as they walked out. Macready and Childs stayed behind.
Phoenix heard Macready speak, "Hey, we know a lot about
Microbiology and toxicology, and need jobs." Then the scientist.
"What a coincidence, we are short of men in the Biology
Afternoon, ???, 1982
Several Things crawled over the meter high wall of bodies and
blood. The room was still mostly ablaze. The only sound aside from
things and fire was a light beeping. BEEP. BEEP. Then the grenade
exploded, and with it, two full bags of grenades. The blast was at
least 50 meters wide, and set off the grenades placed around the camp.
One by one, rows of grenades blasted down halls and through rooms like
a set of Dominos. What few remaining building there were erupted in
walls of fire.
The rescue team would come and find nothing but a field of burned
blood and a wall of fire. Life remained relatively normal until the
summer of 2031, when Team S.P.Onage of the Unreal Tournament,
consisting of Aco Phoenix, Malcolm, Brock and Lauren, mysteriously
disappeared while investigating a rebel uprising on a Neptune colony…