a full 32-wad replacement for registered DOOM 2. [The original CLEIMOS story is available in cleim10.zip, released in August '94 for DOOM.]
* THE STORY SO FAR... *
[The original CLEIMOS story is available in cleim10.zip, released in
August '94 for DOOM.]
It's the year 2112.
"Nuts" Kelton had plowed his way through the holographic images of
Cleimos Island. He reached what appeared to be the main communications
tower, and activated the console controls to set up a link back to Connors,
who had sent him to the island to clean it up.
After a long silence as he adjusted the controls, the headphones
suddenly came to life with a crackling static.
He pushed the transmit button on the console.
"Comm Base, this is Kelton. Over," he said.
The headphones continued to spit.
"Shit," he said. This time he punched the button hard. "Comm Base,
this is Kelton. Connors, get your ass on the line."
"Connors, the island's clean. You can call off the hot bird. You
hear me? YOU DON'T NEED TO NUKE THE PLACE!"
Disgusted, Kelton threw off the headphones and they clattered across
the console, smashing hard into the wall behind.
Suddenly, the lights flickered. From somewhere, a pleasant voice
began to speak softly...
"System initialization engaged...
"Image construction engaged..."
Kelton instinctively picked up the weapons he had tossed aside when
he had entered the room. What the hell is this? he thought.
The voice continued...
"Insertion coordinates established...
"Intruder coordinates established...
"System initialization complete...
"Image construction complete...
The room suddenly filled with green light, and something huge roared
to life before him...
Connors faced the team assembled in his office. Outside,
the skies had opened, and a torrential downpour was washing across the
base. In the distance, the ocean had turned gray, white swells
rising and breaking against the docks on the north end of the island.
"We've had no word from Kelton," Connors said. "So you'll be going in
after him. I told him we would nuke the island if we hadn't heard back from
him in 24 hours." He checked his watch. "That deadline passed 30 minutes
ago." He looked back at the team. "We can't afford to lose Kelton.
There's too much research tied up in him. You'll have to go to Cleimos
Island, track him, and find him. You've all been briefed on what you may
find there." He paused, scanning the faces before him. "Any questions?"
The team leader spoke up. "Sir, we'll do our best."
Connors looked the young man in the eye. "And that, son, better
include getting your asses back here in record time, *with* Kelton in tow.
Now get out of here."
The team snapped to attention, saluted, and filed quickly from the
Connors turned and peered out the window. Rain spattered across
the glass. He peered down at the dock, and at the transport that would
take the men to Cleimos Island. He thought of Kelton, and the years he
had invested in the experiment. He didn't want to lose it all now, but
somewhere inside him, as he watched the transport rocking hard against the
storm's fury, he felt a rising dread that he would never see Kelton again.
Outside, a shuttlebus arrived at the dock, and the small figures of
the rescue team moved quickly up the walkway to the transport deck.
Connors leaned against the window, cold glass against his forehead.
"Good luck, men," he said.
As if in answer, the rain smashed hard and gray against the window...