CH3V3 "Parting Ways || Scenario C17-10XT"
Grayson followed the old,war torn streets of the city he had surfaced in. The skeletal structures of the warring giants they went to fight with stood eerily still,or seemed to have collapsed with time. Other skeletal remains also littered the street,many of which were in combat armor,or ruined clothing.
"Yeesh....It is spooky out here..." Grayson mutters softly. The only ambience that seemed to grace the environment was the brisk,radiation soaked wind,which caused the suit's toxicity meter to spike briefly.
As Grayson walked away from the broken monolithic tower,the city became less ruined,though at the same time it warranted more caution.
The wind picks up,remaining stable,causing the toxicity meter to tick rapidly and emit sounds of warning-
//CAUTION;INTENSE UNKNOWN RADIATION SIGNATURE,LOCATE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY\\
Grayson sought shelter in a damaged store,allowing his equipment to calm down. As he walked in,ashes began to rain down....
They glowed a strange blue color...
"Lovely. Juust lovely. Ill be stuck here for hours if I cant get my damn radio to stabilize in all this radiation..." Grayson grumbled as he started messing with the radio.
The Radio picked up a distinct,distant transmission,other than radio static.
"-are currently *fzzzz...* Hunting assets Alpha and*static* repea-*fzzz* we are on the hunt for 2 live Aper*fzzzz* units fleeing Northwest. Be on the lookout for a white custom military Striker. Capture. Do not kill."
"shiiit...for a signal that clear they cannot be far...I gotta find Glados before Black Mesa does..." Grayson muttered,getting up. 'It would be unlikely for me to get moving with all of this dust...how are the Black Mesa soldiers doing it?" Grayson questioned...
The sound of rattling equipment gets Grayson's attention,and he moved to hide under a slab 0f rubble,right as a powerful flashlight was cast into the building..
"Negative. Must be a faulty sensor." Someone said,their voice masked by a radio...
"We cant be too sure. Search the building. Target Beta cant be far."
More flashlights entered the building..and the thunder of footsteps...
Grayson slowly peers around the corner. Black Mesa was crawling all over the place, in heavy radiation suits unlike any other. They seemed more specific for space,though one could suppose their armor could take this new radiation no problem..
Before long the train of men were searching the upper floors,allowing Grayson a chance to slip out from under the rubble slab.
Upon leaving the building in the rush,his suit's giegermeter was going insane-
///WARNING:INTENSE RADIATION DETECTED. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY. CAUTION!! USER DEATH IMMINENT!!//
All the while Grayson was attemtping to put as much ground between himself and the forces.
The street collapsed under him,though only slightly as he was dropped into yet another direlect Combine facility.
"Grayson! Grayson can you hear me?! There are Black Mesa forces all over the place! What the hell did you do?!" Glados asked,clear as crystal.
"Oh thank the gods you can hear me down here! Where are you?' Grayson asked,as he resumed moving,exploring the facility with urgency.
"A form of garage. Considering you can hear me,you're either close,or this facility has phenomenal radiation-proofing." Glados said,sounding very much impressed with the Combine's engineering.
"Whatever the case,it's great to hear your voice,Glados. I'm not sure if the Striker's scanner is any good,but could you update my map..?"
"No,unfortunately. We're very lucky to be talking right now. They...caught me trying to explore this facility. I'd reccommend you haul your test-loving head to my location. Ill be using a proximity device,and will contact you when you are closer."
The radio falls silent.
Grayson enters a hub of sorts,ransacked by time in a way. He searched for subtle signs of a garage,though every sign that could be seen was unintelligible By Grayson,or Aperture's database of languages.
"Damn it.....All right I guess its a game of doorway roulette.." Grayson mutters,going for the doorway that was already in front of him. At first it seemed to be an empty prison,with individual glass cells with vaguely metallic glass..
Then he stumbled onto cells that had been broken out of,or had strange quadropedal creatures of a tan color dancing around a skeleton..
The room was a dead end,and so Grayson returned to the main room,a little disturbed..
The next room was a bathroom,unigender style. Almost amusing to think about in the long run.
The last corridor opened up into a dark garage..
"Grayson,I'm in the corner.." Glados commed in,flashing the headlights briefly. Grayson quickly ran over,getting in.
He was bombarded with a hug,and many,many face kisses..
"Ah! Hey! Glados what's wrong?" Grayson gently laughs.
"You're still alive,that's what. You almost made me worried disappearing like that.." Glados said as she squishes Grayson's cheeks.
"You? Worried? Are you the same Glados that tried to kill me? Are you some kinda impostor?" Grayson joked,earning an unceremonious glare from Glados. "For killing me twice you hardly know me.."
"We never get to talk this much..and sorry to break it up,but maybe we can hit the road again before Black Mesa picks up our scent?" Grayson asked.
Glados hums and looks at the armor Grayson donned. "Were it not for this war,that suit would be a war crime in Aperture Science,esepcially since it is Black Mesa technology.." Glados said.
She starts the engine,and starts navigating her way out,being careful to not attract attention..
"Soo I suppose I don't get to keep the suit?" Grayson asked,as he buckled into the passenger seat.
"When this war is done,and if the suit is medically attached,I will cut it off,with or without skin to be incinerated and turned into ineffective paperweights to signify the uselessness."
"Noted...Take the suit off when I'm done..." Grayson said with an uneasy chuckle.
Sometimes it was too good to be true to see Glados her usual self,no matter how many times her mood changes.
With little delay and worry,they were able to leave the city without attracting attention,thanks to innumerable glass highways. They took to the concrete highways once more,and finally arrived at the only place where Aperture could possibly defend themselves.
"Test Subject Grayson Emile White,allow Aperture to introduce you to the Military Android Training Array. M.A.T.A.,if you prefer."