Cortez watched the space station grow smaller and felt his future shrink with it. In the
short reverie after his victory against the Timesplitters, the machines in the year 2243 had
used Crow's time travel technology and crashed the celebration, leaving Anya, the
General, and countless others, dead. As the last of the human soldiers had died, Cortez
had ran to his ship as robots warped through time and shot at him. He narrowly avoided
them and set off. His destination was Tyrvor, a planet that, last time he had been there,
had given him the need for his bio-goggles, permanently fused with his skin. It was his
first career-defining mission. This is how Cortez got his goggles.
Year 2388. Tyran rebels, organized by disillusioned surgeon Yakhov Crewe, have been
releasing toxins into major water supplies on Tyrvor, turning the population into
shambling plague zombies . They are threatening to hijack the water transport ships and
use the toxins on other planets unless Crewe is elected Grand Unifier of Planets. A squad
of new soldiers has been dispatched on a training mission to liberate Tyrvor. The ship
landed on the outside perimeter of the city. Cortez wiped the rain from his face and
checked his rifle. Only 22; he was the youngest in the group of 16 soldiers, most of them
new transfers. His commander was not pleased over having to 'baby-sit a bunch of
rookies who don't know which way is forward!' He walked off the ship's ramp and
looked at the landing zone. It was a graveyard.
"All right, listen up", said the commander, "the rebel group is stationed in a disused
hotel in the city. This graveyard is far enough away to keep us hidden. How, you say?
Well maybe they'd see us just by lookin' out the window. Keep it down, people I don't
wanna have to tell any mothers their little boy ain't comin' home. Now move it! Quick
and quiet!" They passed through the city seeing nobody along the way. In a short while,
they had reached the door of the hotel, Cortez's heart was racing with adrenaline. The
commander kicked down the door and the soldiers ran in.
"I want three covering the elevator doors. Ten of you, use the stairs, check all floors and
break into rooms. Two, with me in the elevator, we'll check the roof. GO, GO, GO!!"
bellowed the commander. Cortez ran up the stairs with the other soldiers and looked in all
the rooms. They found no-one until they climbed to the roof. A soldier by the name of
Carl Gordon was halfway off the roof ladder before being torn through with machine gun
fire. Cortez quickly climbed past Carl's corpse and rolled to the right to dodge the next
salvo of bullets. Holding the gun was a man who's face was covered in rotting ulcers and
sores, leaking black and red mucus. Then he spoke, with a horrible low, grating voice,
like a drowning man.
"It's too late for you. This world is mine. I have promised these people the cure, and they
believe everything I tell them. You will be ripped apart by them. Your training ends
here." A groan rose up from the hotel as thousands of staggering mutants swarmed the
building. Cortez looked over the edge of the building and gasped. All the dingy streets
and alleys, once abandoned, now pulsed with muted horror as millions of the monsters
shuffled towards the hotel. Cortez turned around to see a mutant climb up to the roof. He
shot at it and was shocked to see his bullets went right into it with no effect. The mutant
lunged forward and pushed him off the roof he fell back and screamed as he fell into the