Starcraft magistrate to Commander

by KingdomCody

Ever wonder what the Magistrate was doing between mission, during the missions, or even after the Rebel Yell campaign of Starcraft 1? look no further! Follow the Magistrate on his journey not only through the entirety of Starcraft 1, but also Starcraft 2!

1. Chapter 1

Magistrate to Commander:

Chapter 1: Mar Sara

Someone tell me how getting drunk and waking up in another solar system in an officer's uniform doesn't disqualify me for governorship over an entire world? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth I guess.

I watch from a safe distance as the soldiers assigned to me for this exercise shoot at the targets. "Tell them to hold their fire." Faux tells me.

"Hold your fire." Immediately the sixteen marines stop firing, guns poised still. I switch off the mic. "Very responsive."

"Their lives depend on how fast they react." Faux checks the exercise off on his list. "Final exam, show me what you've learned."

"Hold a perimeter around the base, ten meter spread." I say into the mic… and then turn it on and repeat my order, my cheeks flush red as Faux chuckles under his breath.

The marines spread out. "Clear."

"Clear."

"Clear."

"Clear."

"Maintain perimeter." I open coms to the command center "Adjutant."

"Yes, Magistrate?"

"Deploy a few more SCV's."

"Current Supply depot storage insufficient for extras."

"Take one of the SCV's and have em build another next to the other supply depot."

"Yes, Magistrate."

"Oh and Adjutant?"

"Yes, Magistrate?"

"Prepare more SCV's for when it finishes."

"Yes, Magistrate."

I turn off the coms. "Am I forgetting anything?"

Faux just grins and stays silent.

"Adjutant, what are the current objectives?"

"Collect Minerals, collect vespine, construct three supply depots."

"Progress?"

"Minerals have been collected, a second supply depot is under construction and no vespine has been collected."

"Take two more scv's and have one build the third Supply depot and the other a refinery."

I watch in the distance as the SCV's break off from the mineral field to perform orders.

"Warning, alien life form detected."

"Come again?"

"Alien life form detected."

"Look sharp, looks like we're not alone out here."

"Find something?" Faux asks.

"Aliens, any movement Adjutant?"

"Five hundred meters to your southwest, slowly approaching."

"How many?"

"Four bio signatures."

"I thought you said there wasn't anything out here?" I turn to Faux.

"There isn't, take care of it Magistrate."

"That's not part of the training."

"It is now, Magistrate Maxton."

I let out a sigh. "Fine, I'll do your job for you."

"I'm more than happy to let you sift through the paperwork!"

"Hah! You wish." I turn my attention to the marines in front of me. "See anything men?"

"Off in the distance."

"I'm coming up, I want to see what these things are."

"That's dangerous Magistrate."

"I'm being put in charge of Mar Sara's defenses aren't I?" I'm already walking.

"Sir." One of the marines greets me.

"Private." Faux didn't follow me.

"Isn't this against Confederate regulations?"

"I wasn't aware that officer regulations were taught in basic training." I joke.

"Sir."

"None that I know of, just that it's dangerous."

"They sped up!" One of the marines calls out.

"What are you waiting for? Kill them!" I say into my ear piece.

The marines open fire and I'm glad that my ear piece also acts as a dampener, no going deaf today.

The last creature managed to get within spitting distance before sliding to a stop. "Is that all of them?" I rub the ear closest to the marine out of habit.

"As far as I can see, sir."

"Walk with me, I need a bodyguard." I approach the carcass.

"Mother mercy, what is that?" The marine says into his ear piece as we get closer. The rest of the marines approach, talking amongst themselves.

"I don't know, but we have a carcass and the confederates have scientists. Make sure it's dead and bring it back to the command center."

Another bullet goes into the skull of the alien and two marines haul it back. "The rest of you, back to your posts and keep your eyes peeled, there might be more."

"Construction complete."

"Which one?"

"The Supply Depot and the Refinery."

"Send a few SCV's to the refinery, I think we're done here… right Faux?"

"Indeed, I'll finish my report and send it up for review." Faux nods. "You can relax and have a drink."

I let out a laugh. "I haven't had a drink since I put this uniform on." Yup, I got to keep the uniform I woke up in and no way am I going to wake up in someone else's, again.

What was that? The command center closes it's ramp behind me. Officers stay in the command centers while the soldiers stay in the barracks. That thing was as big as I am, if not bigger.

I was told that I would be taking charge of mar Sara's defenses but against that? It didn't seem that dangerous at a range, maybe it'll be a cake walk and I'm overthinking things, anyways I leave tomorrow for Mar Sara. "Time until departure?"

"Twelve hours." The command center's adjutant answers dutifully.

Enough time to take a shower, do the last bit of paperwork, and then if I'm lucky pack what few belongings I can. "Adjutant, I want someone autopsying the corpse that was brought in."

"Already underway."

"Give them priority, if they need anything make sure they get it."

"Yes Magistrate."

"Keep me informed of any developments."

"Yes, Magistrate."

First thing's first, take a shower.

"You look exhausted." George, captain of the Orion, greets me.

"Lots of paperwork." I rub the bags under my eyes while shaking the captain's hand.

"You're just transfering from a training base to Mar Sara."

"It was a lot of paperwork, and I'm afraid I'm not allowed to discuss most of it."

"What can you discuss?" The giant door closes behind us, locking us into the Battle Cruiser.

"Taxes."

"That's it?"

"Yup."

"The autopsy report has been compressed, compiled and transferred to your personal Adjutant." The Training base Adjutant tells me.

"Thank you, don't burn the place down while I'm gone." George is looking at me expectantly. "A report from the base, something you'd want to see as well."

"Well then, let's get you to the bridge so we can review it, shall we?"

My personal Adjutant was left in my quarters, which I had to find first before going to the bridge. The whole endeavor took roughly an hour. "Hello, Magistrate." The holographic display of the adjutant appears.

"You have an autopsy report for me?"

"Yes Magistrate, The foreign entity-"

"Hold up, can you display on the holo?"

"Permission required."

"This is Commander George Lagoth, and I grant authorization."

The holo display has a giant 'access granted' on it, and then a holo of the creature appears as a still image. "The foreign entity has been nicknamed the 'Xenoling' by the scientists, the subjects claws and bladed appendages are strong enough to puncture marine armor, it doesn't require oxygen or H2O to survive."

"Looks like it was made to kill." George notes. "You saw this on the platform?"

"Yeah, nobody knew they were there… so how did they?"

"It's blood isn't acidic and contains high amounts of iron."

"Have we taken off yet?" I ask george.

"If we haven't we should be." He looks at the pilots.

"We're lifting off now."

"Anything else adjutant?"

"Xenoling corpse reacts to psionic waves, potential psionic link and ability to sense psionic creatures."

"That's… disconcerting."

"Hopefully I'll continue getting reports, but I get the feeling that this is all I'm getting." I rub the back of my head.

"What're you going to do now, Magistrate?" George wonders.

"Get something to eat, I'm starving."

"I'm afraid that we won't have anything like what you're used to, but our chefs know what they're doing." George says with a smile.

"I'll be the judge of that." I scoff.

I'll miss the quiet of the dropship, of the transport truck that took me from the drop site to the command center. It was a long trip and waiting for me is a deactive Adjutant, I've just got to plug my personal one in like so and-

"Adjutant 20498787-b assistant transfer complete, how may I help you today Magistrate?"

"Keep an eye on things while I unpack, oh and compile a report, I don't want to sit around reading all day… I've done enough of that to last a lifetime."

"Yes, Magistrate."

And this was the last time I got to have peace and quiet. Mar Sara is a quiet place, nothing happens there, your job is pretty much just retirement. Yeah right, they knew what they were sending me to.

I'm lucky that Chau Sara was destroyed first and not Mar Sara. "Okay Adjutant, anything happen while I was at Joeyray's bar's grand opening?"

"Adjutant online. Good evening Magistrate, I'll fill you in on what's been happening. Confederate traffic has increased substantially in the system due to the recent Protoss destruction of the Chau Sara colony. The Confederates have tightened security on all outlining systems, and it's likely that this colony will be locked down as well."

"Of course, of course they'd be breathing down my neck due to something I had no control over." I sigh sarcastically. "Anything else?"

"An encrypted Confederate transmission came for you while you were out."

"Play it."

"Replaying transmission."

"Greeting magistrate." Edmund Duke. "I'm General Edmund Duke of the Confederate security forces. Alpha squadron. The Confederacy has Guaranteed this entire planet-"

"Of course they would." I let out a sigh.

"And we'll proceed with the lock-down within forty eight hours, you are to relocate your core colonists to the outlying wastelands-"

"And I suppose that my compliance isn't a factor?"

"Now I know there won't be any problems with these new arrangements."

"Transmission ended."

I scratch my beard. "Adjutant, contact the Marshal and ask him for some help would you?"

"Yes Magistrate."

Looks like I've got to pack, again. "Sargeant?" I tap my ear piece.

"Yes sir?"

"We have orders, Mar Sara's being placed under Lockdown in forty eight hours, we're to evacuate core colonists to the wasteland, understood?"

"Yes sir, when do you want to start?"

"Hmm…. Let the colonists know and give them a few hours to pack what they can, it's going to be a long ride."

"Yes sir, men we have orders!" I cut off the transmission, good thing I haven't gotten around to unpacking yet. Hopefully the truck I rode in on is still here.

"The Local Marshal, James Raynor, has agreed to meet your personal en route and escort them to the new wasteland site." The Adjutant tells me from it's suitcase.

"Excellent, Keep your eyes peeled and keep moving!"

"Magistrate?" One of the SCV's floats next to the transport truck.

"Yes Parker?"

"Shouldn't we be evacuating Mar Sara with what happened to Chau Sara?"

"I don't make the rules Parker, I only follow them." I sigh.

"But-"

"I don't know Parker, do your job, I'll do mine, and I'll make sure we all get out of this alive."

"Yes sir." He's troubled, but he'll accept my answer, there's no alternative.

"I can't believe we're going to the wasteland, these Confederates think they can push anyone around." The driver complains.

"Uh."

"Not you Magistrate!" He hastily rushes to apologize. "You're the only decent Confederate I've met, never seen one of you at a bar before."

"I was just there as a formality, I didn't do any drinking."

"Sure you didn't."

"I didn't!"

A vulture comes careening off in the distance, then a crackle comes onto the com. "Howdy boys, I'm jim Raynor, marshal round these parts.

"Contact!" One of the marines shouts, and the gunfire starts.

The Vulture passes and one of the Xenolings charging the convoy explode as a grenade hits it. "I appreciate the assistance, Marshal." I say with a forced grin as I watch several Xenolings attempt to reach the convoy only to be mowed down by marines on machine gun emplacements on some of the trucks.

"You must be the Magistrate, saw you at Joey's yesterday, what's up?"

"Confederates are placing Mar Sara under lock-down, shouldn't last too long however."

"We're nearing the site your adjutant sent me the coordinance of, so I took the liberty of scouting and setting up a command center for you."

"Looks like I owe you a command center and a favor, Marshal." I let out a laugh.

"Don't sweat it, let's get these people somewhere safe."

The site comes into view, a supply depot and a command center close to a mineral cluster, that's another thing I owe the marshal. "SCV's I want a barracks for the soldiers, another supply depot for our equipment, and some homes for the colonists."

"Roger."

"Hey who's building what?"

"I got the supply depot."

"No way I'm letting you have first dibs on SCV storage."

"He's right, the lot of you on Mineral duty, I'm making the supply depot."

"Chief!"

I could listen to them bicker for a long time, but only the lead engineer has an actual radio, the others have local coms so it wasn't an option as they leave range. "I want a perimeter set up watching for more of those Xenolings."

I head for the command center to unpack for the third time in seven galactic days, at least it's easy to plug the Adjutant into the command center.

"Adjutant online, Marshal james Raynor on approach to the command center."

"Let him in."

I watch on the cameras as the main ramp opens and Raynor rides into the building, the ramp closes behind him.

Half a minute later Raynor steps into the command room. "Howdy Magistrate, now what the hell were those things?"

"Xenolings, as much as I know." I turn to the holo display. "Adjutant display the autopsy report."

A holographic Xenoling appears on the display. "A Xenoling?" Raynor places his hands on the display, examining the image.

"They're strong enough to break through marine armor and-"

"Alert, bio signatures detected approaching the site."

I tap my earpiece. "Marines we've got incoming, protect the colonists at all costs."

"Yes sir, you heard the boss, move, move!"

"The marines should be able to handle them, Adjutant how is ammunition manufacturing going?"

"Minerals are coming in now, command center's assembly matrix coming online."

"Looks like you're all set long as those minerals are round." Raynor nods approvingly. "Now, about these Xenolings."

"Yes, not only are they able to rip through Marine armor, but they also react to Psionics, what this means is a mystery."

"I'm going to help the men hold the line, how about you?"

"Can't, asthma."

"No kidding?"

I just nod sadly. "I'd be in a suit on the frontlines otherwise."

"I'll give these alien bastards one for you." Raynor promises.

I give him a grin. "I'd appreciate that." he leaves the room.

"Alright, what am I looking at?" I turn to the Holographic display.

"The Autopsy report."

I'm disappointed in myself. "The bio signatures on approach."

"Yes, Magistrate." the holograph changes into a representation of the surrounding area.

"Time to work my magic." I crack my knuckles as several dots appear. "A dozen signatures coming from the west, and a couple from the east. Also there's a large stationary biosignature to the north, keep some eyes to the north but defend the flanks."

Authors Notes: I can't help it, I love Starcraft. Grew up with it and always wondered: What happened to the Magistrate? You know the player character from the original Starcraft? He kinda vanished after you finished playing as him. I hope this wasn't unbearable to read, but this is something fun I wanted to make.