Prompt Post Round 1
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“Earth governments set up protection centers across the planet as they tried to deal with us Xenians.”
“Didn't work out too well, did it?”
“It was a futile effort. The continuing portal storms and dimensional fluctuations attracted the attention of the Combine, who mount a full scale attack on Earth. In turn, what was formerly known as the United Nations declared war on the Combine.In a mere seven hours the Combine completely overwhelmed Earth's military forces and smashed all opposition, giving it the name of The Seven Hour's War.”
“Seven hours?! I though humans fought for years! Decades, even!”
“They were not prepared for such a massive force of overwhelming size.”
“Bloody hell..” Wheatley whispered, looking down at the ground. He wasn't sure he could even begin to grasp the concept of the size of the Combine. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to.
“The Wallace Breen negotiated a surrender at the expense of humanity's freedom, and is appointed as Earth administrator, but is simply a puppet for the true ruler-The Advisors. Shortly afterwards, the Eli Vance established the Resistance and recruited us Vortigaunts to join forces to over throw the Combine.”
“I'm guessing the Combine still havent been overthrown, am I right?”
“We have struck a mortal blow to the Combine not a day ago.”
“Really?” Wheatley asked incrediously. He wished he could have seen it, it must have been a tremendous achievement. “Okay, but before you tell me, fill me in until now.”
“For the next 20 years the Resistance grew, as well as Combine control over Earth. The Freeman came to City 17 little more than 12 days ago out of nowhere. Along with The Alyx Vance, The Barney Calhoun, and the Resistance, he managed to prevent The Dr. Breen from escaping to the Combine OverWorld and destroyed the Citadel in the process. The destruction of the City 17 Citadel has also caused the other Citadels across the planet to shut down. ”
“Soooooo...that's it? I'm all up-to-date with world events?”
“Not quite. The Alyx Vance and The Freeman were at the Citadel's base when it was to explode. In order to buy more time for themselves and more citizens to escape, they went into the Citadel's core to delay its inevitable meltdown, ultimately saving many lives. In the process, The Alyx Vance finds that the are working to open another superportal to call for reinforcements. They sacrfice the Citadel itself, using all of its energy, to send the transmission."
“Ooh, that's not good, not good at all. Please tell me they stop them.”
“Unfortunately, no. But The Alyx Vance and The Freeman have stolen a copy of the transmission packet containting the location of the Combine OverWorld and allows the creation of the superportal to be controlled from the other side.”
“So we can hunt them down and murder them all, right?” Wheatley said, looking at Illya expectantly.
“...Did I not say before the Combine span in many parralel universes? Earth alone could never managed to put an end to them.”
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“Earth's population has dwindled over the past two decades from Suppresion Fields, making repopulation impossible until now. We would not have enough forces or weapons to take them on ourselves. The Freeman had help; and if Earth were to destroy the Combine Empire, Earth would need help also. But you do prove a valuable point.”
Wheatley silently contemplated this as they continued walking through a forest (when had they gotten there?)
“So....that's it? What's going on now?”
“The Freeman and The Alyx Vance are proceeding to White Forest Base to close the Super Portal to stop the Combine from getting reinforcements. Since I have been away fetching you, I do not know much more.”
“How long did it take you to rescue me? I mean, I was out for 18 hours, who knows what's happened since!”
“The Citadel exploded not too long ago. You can see it from here.”
Illya released Wheatley from his third arm and firmly grasped him in his other two and turned around, lifting him above his head to see.
Silence filled the air as he stared at the-well, what used to be the Citadel. A monstrous blue spiral portal lit up the sky before him, he didn't even notice the bloody thing. Probably because he was facing in the wrong direction, but still.
“We are located far enough away that the initial blast cannot touch us, but will be close. Our camp has been taking the evacuated refugees from City 17 to White Forest. The Alyx Vance and The Freeman saved many lives with their bravery.”
“So where are they now?” Wheatley asked as Illya set him back in his claw and contiued forward.
“I have just attended to the Alyx Vance. She suffered mortal wounds, dying quickly, and The Freeman and my kin traveled to the ancient mine which held the Antlion extract to save her. I helped stablize The Alyx Vance as they stole the extract. In order to resurrect The Alyx Vance, The Freeman participated in our healing ritual wherein his life is "weaved" with hers in a pact.”
“Ooh, he must love her if he goes through all that. I mean, why else would he do all that? Other people would have just taken the information thingy and ran like hell. They seem like a good couple from what you've told me. Wait, so when he weaved his life with hers are they kinda married now? .”
Illya smirked and was silent for a few moments before speaking.
“In a sense, yes. It depends on how the individual looks upon it.”
Wheatley contemplated that for a few moments, letting his eyes wander around from the surrounding landscape before noticing a different shape from the trees around them.
“Oi, what's that over there?” he asked, moving his optic to the shape.
Illya looked to his right and made a sound of acknowledgement as he approached it. Studying it closer, he saw a crudely made sign with a spraypainted image on it in yellow, a circle with a weird symbol in the middle.
“Aaaah, The Resistance has been through here.”
“Really? Where are they? I don't see them.” Wheatley said, looking around.
“Their presence is marked with the Lambda symbol.”
“Is that what that thing is??” he asked, shining his flashlight onto the sign.
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“What's it mean?”
“There are many meanings behind the Lambda symbol, but in The Freeman's case it indicates the radioactivy decay constant in nuclear physics and radioactivity. This constant is very simply related to the half-life radioactive material.”
“Right. Half-Life. Got it.” he answered. He'd have to remember that for later. If he even needed it.
Illya proceeded forward and reached for the handle and pushed the door open, sounding with a loud creak in response. Wheatley shone his flashlight inside the little shack (he presumed), and there really wasn't too many thing in there. A window with a simple toolbench under it, a few boxes labelled “SUPPLIES” and then another window to their right.
“We shall stop here to rest.” Illya said as he set Wheatley down on the toolbench, right in the square of light so he could look out the window, the perfect view of the Super Portal.
He checked his internal clock to see how much time had passed. At that moment it was 10 AM, but it confused him. The sun was supposed to be out at this time, wasn't it? And if it was, why was it dark? (Besides the light from the Super Portal.)
“Illya,” he began, watching as the Vortigaunt sat down on the dirt floor. “Why is it so dark here if it's 10 AM? Isn't that when the suns out?”
“It was, not too long ago.The weather has been off and on lately, changing from cloudy to sunny to fog and mist. It may have something to do with the Super Portal or the smoke from City 17, depending on which way the wind is blowing.”
“Aah, that explains a lot.” He said, trailing off at the end, his focus now on the Super Portal.
Illya sat as still as a rock, and Wheatley wondered if he was okay. Maybe he was sleeping? He wasn't too sure. From the urgency in his voice, he had decided he was a pretty valuable piece of equipment. He hoped Illya didn't take long. He really wanted to see Chell.
Once again, he set his sleepmode on, and as he faded out into darkness, he heard Illya chanting to himself...
“Churr galing chur alla gung...”
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Something was moving.
He opened his eye slowly, his system trying to catch up as it started back from sleepmode, his hardware whirring in motion. He figured it was Illya, telling him it was time to go.
“Chur lung gong chella gurr..."
But it wasn't him. He was still chanting on the floor. He could hear little noises, tiny squeaks, in a repetitive call. But then something gave a high pitched, sharp shrieky squeal and landed on top of him, and all he could see was one long, spidery leg.
Looking up, all he saw was a massive hole with sharp, bloody teeth. He screamed.
“SOMETHINGS ON ME GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!”
Illya instantly jumped up from the floor and a weird, green electricity came from his claws before arcing towards the alien thing on top of him. With a loud crackle of lightning the thing flew back and smashed into the window,dead. Yellow liquid was everywhere, dripping from the limp alien.
“W-what was that thing?” he asked, having rolled on his side from the impact. Illya picked him up to face the thing, and Wheatley responded with a small “eugh.”
“That is a Headcrab, the weakest Xen creature left on Earth. It must have mistaken you for someones head.”
“What exactly does it do? Eat your brains? That'd be nasty.”
“The Headcrab takes control of the host's nervous system and causes physical alterations to the host's body. The host then rips open its own torso for feeding purposes. You will be unlucky enough to see some when we head out in a moment; I must finish conversing with my kin.”
“What? How can you do that if they're god knows where?” Wheatley asked incrediously. Wasn't he just talking to himself in some sort of weird language?
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“That's really cool. Kind of how like I can communicate to different people using radio frequencies?”
“Almost exactly. You are learning well in such a short time span. Now, please excuse me whilst I finish.”
Wheatley watched with an intense interest as Illya sat on the ground, stock still and silent. Really, it was amazing to see such a creature who could do so many strange things; firing lightning from its two claws, communicating telepathically, having a third arm, really, he couldn't wait to see what Illya could do next. Wheatley waited paitently until Illya was finished.
(I'll continue writing tomorrow, this is the end of chapter 3 on ff.net so i kinda need a small break for the night. I need to get started on a project for summer, I'm supposed to be drawing the storyboard and writing the script for a short film and I really need to get started but I refuse to do anything until I finish this because I don't like to keep people waiting;;)
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And no worries! Take all the breaks you need, I know how stressful writing can get and I really don't mind waiting!! I also know how important work is, so please, do whatever you have to first! I am not going anywhere because you and this fill are stealin' my heart. ♥
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oooh AlyxGordon you should let me see it's not my fav pairing and this is the wrong kink meme but if you have links I would love you. I can't seem to find much Half Life fic because I suck
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I want to write the =whole EP2 but I'll try and start writing again tonight.
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and sooo looking forward to more of this as well, of course *u* I've been so busy this week I've hardly had a moment to sit down to draw, but I swear I will have more art for you later as welllll, hopefully of better quality than the first batch.
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Okay I lied I was drawing all night and listening to podcasts SORRY :/ Tomorrow morning I shall type until my fingers bleed. And also it'll be fun to meet some old friends of yours. Oh man, I'm going to have SO much fun writing, I'll definitely get started tomorrow.
You should draw me some Gordon and Alyx luffs oohoohoo~ Haha and god I loved those other pictures SO much, you can't believe how happy I am with them <3333
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After a few minutes Illya stood back up and dusted himself off.
“Well?” Wheatley asked, watching him expectantly.
“There has been a number of rebels and civilians passing through the camp to the White Forest. They have not been watching them pass through, but there is a possibility that she is either there or at the White Forest.”
“Ah, so she's okay?”
“Her condition is unknown.”
“Oh.” he said, his optic downcast.
“Do not lose hope, for it is all we have in these times.”
Wheatley nodded (or at least tried to) as Illya picked him up and headed out the door. Behind them, the Super Portal loomed ominously, lighting up the sky with the energy from the..the Dark Reactor core, right? Yeah. It was actually a pretty sight..if it didn't mean the end of the world, it would probably be an amazing thing.
As they traveled farther and farther away from the little shack, Wheatley was more and more anxious. Maybe some other people knew if Chell had passed, and just because the Vorts didn't know if they had seen her doesn't mean other rebels hadn't. He knew every moment he was traveling towards this “station” meant he was getting closer, but he was also loosing time. Chell could already be at this White Forest.
Or she could already be dead.
He shuddered at the thought. He had been avoiding that thought the entire time and now it had to enter his mind? Great. Just what he needed, a little guilt to drive him bloody mad all over again. But he may have been right, of course. He didn't know if GLaDOS kept her testing or had initially killed her after he was sucked into space. The possibilities were numerous but all in all, he had a feeling that she was still alive. A hunch. GlaDOS did want her gone, probably she just wanted her to stop destroying her facility everytime Chell awoke from stasis. She was probably right to let her go. If anything Chell would find a nuclear bomb and blow everything to smitteroons if she woke up a third time.
Turning his attention back to their surroundings, he noticed claw marks on the trees.
“Illya,” he asked, looking up at him. “Why are there scratch marks on here?”
“We put them there to find our way back to where we reside. Most of us do not get lost, but in an emergency we mark the trees.”
“I wouldn't have thought of tha-” he stopped mid sentence, his optic had caught something to their right.
He didn't see anything moving. It was a field of dead grass, a bit swampy with water puddles here and there (ohgodwater). They made it out of the clearing a few seconds ago so no trees were in front of them, only surrounding them. Maybe he had seen something in the treelin- no, there it was again. It was in the grass.
“Illyathere'ssomethinginthefieldwithus” Wheatley said, shrinking back into his core. A roar sounded from the area and he whimpered as something limped towards them. It's a zombie! His mind screamed out at him as he looked at the headcrab on its head. Illya was right, zombies did look like he described! He didn't say extremely sharp claws though. And blood. Lots of blood.
Illya thrust his claws forward and the electrity came from his fingetips (claws??? What the bloody hell should he call them??), hitting the zombie in the chest. As that one fell, more and more zombies came from all around, slowly surrounding them.
“S-shouldn't we be going now?” Wheatley asked, quivering in Illya's hold as more and more of them came, moaning and screaming.. Last thing he wanted done to him was to be accidently dropped in the water while fighting these things. That would probably be the worst way to die.
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