After some time, I thought it might be good enough to release the second chapter to Doom: Knee Deep in the Dead. So, without delay, here it is!
Knee Deep in the Dead - Book One of Six in a DooM FanFiction by Sid "Spazztik" Tyler
Chapter II: The Dark Side of the Moon
Down below the window where Swann now looks begins the next critical stages of the teleportation project. He shrugs away the fact that he does not fully agree with the experiment itself, as well as that strange feeling of a chill running up his spine. Something more is going on down there that they fail to speak of. If something more is happening, then what is it? What could be so damn secret that even the med-techs won't spill it?
As he ponders on these questions in mind, Sargeant Campbell enters the room with a bald, scarred figure following behind. As he escorts the bald figure, he turns around and ushers him into the wide doorway.
"Doctor Swann, Doctor Ian Betreuger is here, sir." He says.
"Let him in." Says Swann. He turns around to look at Betreuger's scarred face.
The doctor, Ian Betreuger, walks silently into the room, with Campbell following in suit. He doesn't look too happy to see much of anyone, and he looks more annoyed than scared to see the Board of Directors staring him down like a gun's barrel to some unfortunate guy's head. It takes a few minutes for him to get comfortable in the room before he finally speaks up.
"Well, well, well. Doctor Elliot Swann. Fancy meeting you here. I would have expected someone from the technology division, or perhaps one of your representatives, to come down and have a look at what exactly goes on around here." He says with a angry tongue.
"I would have expected that myself. But I was voted personally to come down and have a look. I had no choice." says Swann, looking slightly annoyed now.
"So what are you doing here anyway, Swann? I don't believe we have committed any treason against the Union."
"The UAC Board of Directors Authorized me to take a shuttle here, and to closely examine the recent teleportation experiments. I don't believe we were even going to bring up the subject of treason."
Betreuger ignores his last statement. "The Board... authorized you? The Board doesn't know the first thing about science. What they want is something to make them more money. Some kind of... product. But don't you worry, sir. They'll get their product."
Swann shakes his head. "After how many accidents, Ian? Tell me, exactly how many people in this sector have ended up missing, dead, or deranged? How much of this will we have to endure before you complete your little experiments?"
Betreuger shoots him an evilish glare. "If you know what's good for you, Swann, you'll just stay out of my way. Amazing things will happen here soon that will surely astonish us all. Just you wait!" And with that last comment, Betreuger quickly turns and heads out of the conference room. Campbell still waits at the door. Swann sighs and gets up from his chair. He looks out the window at the crew on the teleportation deck. Just in time to see one more person go through.
'Hopefully, these things Betreuger speaks of will be good. But I have the strangest feeling that something more will happen that will astonish everyone...' He thinks. With that thought bearing in mind, Campbell and Swann exit the room.
August 16th, 2145 - Office of Master Sargeant Kellye of the Phobos Sector-
While at his desk, Master Sargeant Kellye fingers through many folders of work on his desk. Transfers, Death Comms, Medical Reports, the same old stuff. Just then, he finds a report that catches his eye. It's the medical record of John Wesson. One of the most recent test subjects in the teleportation experiments. It appears that after his recent teleportation from Earth, he was transported to Phobos. However, it seems that when he came through, his mental form changed.
On the document, it claims that after his entrance into the portal, it took several minutes for him to come out the other end. Upon his return, he claimed that he'd seen horrible figures, almost as if a thousand eyes were staring directly at him. He was sent to the medical ward directly after the test. Kellye looks around the next few folders more, and uncovers something even more gruesome.
A death comm was also in Wesson's file. It seems that he had made his escape out of the medical ward upon his transfer to psychiatric. He found himself one of the guard's plasma guns and filled his head up with enough plasma to power a space station. The death was indeed the suicide, but the cause was unknown.
Kellye puts down the death-comm when all of a sudden a red light flashes on his desk. A guard has just left his post on the experimental deck, and is making his way to the underground Communications deck. Kellye turns on his intercom and starts speaking to the soldier.
"Soldier, what exactly do you think yer doing?" Kellye says, annoyed.
"Sir, something has come up. i feel something terrible is about to take place here. We must call for military assistance!" He frantically yells into the communicator.
"My god sir, this is the biggest load of horse-crap i've heard out of anyone today. I'm sending a couple soldiers down to hike yer ass to the psychiatric ward. Now if you don't want me to do that, i suggest you get back to your post immediately!" Yells Kellye.
"I can't do that, sir. Someone must be told about the catastrophic events that are to surely happen very soon!" And with that last word, his communicator shuts off. He's barricaded himself in the Communications deck.
"Damn." Says Kellye. He pulls up a soldier on his computer. "Soldier! Send word to Tei Tenga that we need a recovery team to be sent to Phobos immediately!"
"Yes, sir. " Says the soldier at the computer. A few moments later, the message is sent to Tei Tenga. With Colonel Blazkowicz answering the message.
"...I don't give a crap! I said no sugar in my... Oh, Hello Sarge Kellye! What seems to be the prob?" Says Blazkowicz casually.
"Colonel, we need a team of your finest soldiers to report to Phobos sector for some security work. We have a problem." Says Kellye.
"Well... they're not exactly the finest, but they're the four best soldiers I've got. I'll get right on it, sir." And Blazkowicz signs off with a fast click.
"Oh boy, I hope he doesn't plan on sending who I think he's sending..." Murmurs Kellye.
End of Chapter Two.
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