Sector of Blood
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" The captain's voice was heard all throughout the company's position, hidden in the forests of Tarsonis. Orlando Tredegar jumped up from the hole he had dug and pulled the trigger on his Gauss rifle and held it with all he had. Bullets poured out of the muzzle, making the gun continuously kick against his shoulder. Blood and flesh went flying from the column they were attacking. Enemy soldiers fell dozens at a time.
A few soldiers stood on the road, firing at an enemy they could only see by the muzzle flashes. They soon fell. Other, smarter ones broke and ran back the way they came, guns blazing behind them. When the soldiers were out of site, the troopers in the woods let out an ear-piercing cheer, Orlando Tredegar yelling just as loud. They slowly walked out onto the road, fearful of any reinforcements that might surprise them, to plunder the column's supplies.
"Heck of a take, eh Ory?" Asked Charlie Wilcox, looking through a soldier's pack, the soldier not needing it anymore.
"Yeah, we sure did surprise them UED soldiers; they didn't see that hit comin'. And once they saw it, it was too late, and that's a fact," Orlando replied, searching through a pack of his own.
"Danged if it ain't, Ory, danged if it ain't. Y'know, back when this revolution was startin', I didn't think it'd last as long as it had. But if brains were oxygen, the UED wouldn't have enough to live for 5 seconds in space." Several of their comrades within earshot laughed out loud.
Captain Andrew McIver walked up to the group and said, "alright people, get all the stuff you can carry and let's head on out. They'll be sending up reinforcements any time now."
"You got it cap'n," Sergeant Billy Morris answered.
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Admiral Gerard DuGalle thumbed through all of his reports, stopping to read fully one that came in from Tarsonis. He threw all of the papers against the wall. "Fools!" He yelled. "We have more men, more weapons, more training, but they are still defeated time and again by this backwoods rabble!"
Vice Admiral Mikhail Petersen stood perfectly still at the admiral's display of frustration, soon saying, "the rebels on Tarsonis are more adapted to the terrain of the planet than are the UED forces stationed there." Petersen was trying his best to calm the Admiral down. They had known each other for quite a while, Petersen taking the job as DuGalle's second in command when Vice Admiral Alexei Stukov was killed in the invasion of the Terran Dominion. DuGalle had never told him how Stukov was killed, which he still found disturbing.
"Yes, Mikhail, you are right," Gerard DuGalle admitted, "but we should be able to pummel them into dust. They are nothing but partisan rabble and the only weapons they have are ones they stole from our supplies."
Mikhail Petersen squatted down to pick up the reports and came across a disturbing one from near Braxis. "Gerard, contact with the Centaur Battle Group has been lost. They were last heard from near Braxis. They haven't been seen since." Petersen had obvious worry in his voice.
"What?" DuGalle replied in disbelief. He took the report and read it himself. "How big was this group?"
Petersen tapped some keys on a computer terminal then replied, "two Behemoth-class battlecruisers, eight wraith squadrons, and 4 armored infantry divisions, the whole group consists of around 40,000 people."
"My god," DuGalle said, in shock. "Are there any more of our forces in that area?"
"The third fleet is stationed at Outpost 372 in orbit of Braxis; the Centaur Group was a part of them."
"Send them on a search for the group; start at the last known coordinates."
Mikhail Petersen tapped a few more keys into a communications console. "Done, sir,"
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An inhuman, bug-like figure ran past Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades, as she moved through her hive on Char. Zerglings, she thought, such idiots. Asz, one of her main cerebrates, approached her.
"My Queen," he began, "A large UED battle group has been attacked and destroyed near Braxis."
"Excellent Asz," she replied in her matter-of-fact tone. "The UED will no doubt send reinforcements to search for the missing group. We will go with your brood to fight them, I desire to see them in action."
Asz replied, "as you wish, my Queen. Our deep space scouts have detected a UED fleet heading towards the position where we attacked the battle group. I have taken the liberty of plotting a course to intercept this fleet, on the nearby planet of Corsica."
"Good," she replied. Ever since Asz's birth, he had been a loyal servant of Kerrigan. Unlike most other cerebrates, he had initiative. He thought nothing of handling minor matters without Kerrigan's help. The Queen of Blades found this trait most interesting. She said, "prepare your brood, we leave within the hour. Have Sor prepare his brood for possible reinforcement."
"Yes, my Queen," he replied, and went to his task.
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The man, wearing full marine armor and carrying his trusty Gause rifle, walked confidently towards his dropship on Braxis. He didn't know much about where the fleet was going, or what it was going to do. All he knew was his comrades were out there, somewhere, and he aimed to save them.
"Mornin' Ernie," a man he recognized as George Kidde greeted him from inside the ship.
"Mornin' George," Ernest Pile replied. "You know anything about what we're supposed to be doin'?"
"No more'n you do," George said.
The platoon leader, Lieutenant James Polk, stepped onto the dropship and took his seat. He was a handsome man of about 30. Tall, brown hair, and brown eyes that would make your knees freeze.
Ernie asked, "Lieutenant, sir, you know anything more about this mission?"
The officer thought for a moment, then replied, "Centaur Battle Group was lost. We're goin' to the nearest planet, Corsica, I think, and try to find'em. Probably just flew through a big meteor shower and got banged up. That's what command says, anyway."
"Somethin' just don't feel right about it," Ernie said, to no one in particular.
Moments later, the dropship lifted off, carrying them to the fleet.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" The captain's voice was heard all throughout the company's position, hidden in the forests of Tarsonis. Orlando Tredegar jumped up from the hole he had dug and pulled the trigger on his Gauss rifle and held it with all he had. Bullets poured out of the muzzle, making the gun continuously kick against his shoulder. Blood and flesh went flying from the column they were attacking. Enemy soldiers fell dozens at a time.
A few soldiers stood on the road, firing at an enemy they could only see by the muzzle flashes. They soon fell. Other, smarter ones broke and ran back the way they came, guns blazing behind them. When the soldiers were out of site, the troopers in the woods let out an ear-piercing cheer, Orlando Tredegar yelling just as loud. They slowly walked out onto the road, fearful of any reinforcements that might surprise them, to plunder the column's supplies.
"Heck of a take, eh Ory?" Asked Charlie Wilcox, looking through a soldier's pack, the soldier not needing it anymore.
"Yeah, we sure did surprise them UED soldiers; they didn't see that hit comin'. And once they saw it, it was too late, and that's a fact," Orlando replied, searching through a pack of his own.
"Danged if it ain't, Ory, danged if it ain't. Y'know, back when this revolution was startin', I didn't think it'd last as long as it had. But if brains were oxygen, the UED wouldn't have enough to live for 5 seconds in space." Several of their comrades within earshot laughed out loud.
Captain Andrew McIver walked up to the group and said, "alright people, get all the stuff you can carry and let's head on out. They'll be sending up reinforcements any time now."
"You got it cap'n," Sergeant Billy Morris answered.
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Admiral Gerard DuGalle thumbed through all of his reports, stopping to read fully one that came in from Tarsonis. He threw all of the papers against the wall. "Fools!" He yelled. "We have more men, more weapons, more training, but they are still defeated time and again by this backwoods rabble!"
Vice Admiral Mikhail Petersen stood perfectly still at the admiral's display of frustration, soon saying, "the rebels on Tarsonis are more adapted to the terrain of the planet than are the UED forces stationed there." Petersen was trying his best to calm the Admiral down. They had known each other for quite a while, Petersen taking the job as DuGalle's second in command when Vice Admiral Alexei Stukov was killed in the invasion of the Terran Dominion. DuGalle had never told him how Stukov was killed, which he still found disturbing.
"Yes, Mikhail, you are right," Gerard DuGalle admitted, "but we should be able to pummel them into dust. They are nothing but partisan rabble and the only weapons they have are ones they stole from our supplies."
Mikhail Petersen squatted down to pick up the reports and came across a disturbing one from near Braxis. "Gerard, contact with the Centaur Battle Group has been lost. They were last heard from near Braxis. They haven't been seen since." Petersen had obvious worry in his voice.
"What?" DuGalle replied in disbelief. He took the report and read it himself. "How big was this group?"
Petersen tapped some keys on a computer terminal then replied, "two Behemoth-class battlecruisers, eight wraith squadrons, and 4 armored infantry divisions, the whole group consists of around 40,000 people."
"My god," DuGalle said, in shock. "Are there any more of our forces in that area?"
"The third fleet is stationed at Outpost 372 in orbit of Braxis; the Centaur Group was a part of them."
"Send them on a search for the group; start at the last known coordinates."
Mikhail Petersen tapped a few more keys into a communications console. "Done, sir,"
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An inhuman, bug-like figure ran past Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades, as she moved through her hive on Char. Zerglings, she thought, such idiots. Asz, one of her main cerebrates, approached her.
"My Queen," he began, "A large UED battle group has been attacked and destroyed near Braxis."
"Excellent Asz," she replied in her matter-of-fact tone. "The UED will no doubt send reinforcements to search for the missing group. We will go with your brood to fight them, I desire to see them in action."
Asz replied, "as you wish, my Queen. Our deep space scouts have detected a UED fleet heading towards the position where we attacked the battle group. I have taken the liberty of plotting a course to intercept this fleet, on the nearby planet of Corsica."
"Good," she replied. Ever since Asz's birth, he had been a loyal servant of Kerrigan. Unlike most other cerebrates, he had initiative. He thought nothing of handling minor matters without Kerrigan's help. The Queen of Blades found this trait most interesting. She said, "prepare your brood, we leave within the hour. Have Sor prepare his brood for possible reinforcement."
"Yes, my Queen," he replied, and went to his task.
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The man, wearing full marine armor and carrying his trusty Gause rifle, walked confidently towards his dropship on Braxis. He didn't know much about where the fleet was going, or what it was going to do. All he knew was his comrades were out there, somewhere, and he aimed to save them.
"Mornin' Ernie," a man he recognized as George Kidde greeted him from inside the ship.
"Mornin' George," Ernest Pile replied. "You know anything about what we're supposed to be doin'?"
"No more'n you do," George said.
The platoon leader, Lieutenant James Polk, stepped onto the dropship and took his seat. He was a handsome man of about 30. Tall, brown hair, and brown eyes that would make your knees freeze.
Ernie asked, "Lieutenant, sir, you know anything more about this mission?"
The officer thought for a moment, then replied, "Centaur Battle Group was lost. We're goin' to the nearest planet, Corsica, I think, and try to find'em. Probably just flew through a big meteor shower and got banged up. That's what command says, anyway."
"Somethin' just don't feel right about it," Ernie said, to no one in particular.
Moments later, the dropship lifted off, carrying them to the fleet.
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