Tinn: The sequel!? FINALLY! Woo I'm glad to be back writing again, now that I've finished editing this chapter, you guys get to enjoy the editing. YEY! Don't forget to review, or I won't know how you guys are enjoying it :p

It felt like my head was cracking open when I woke up for the first time. Holding my hand to my head, I glance around. It was a simple looking house, albeit a little metallic in some places. Slowly I pulled my hand away from my head, it was covered in blood. I must have hit it when I appeared in this world.

With a sigh, I stood up and looked out of the windows of this quaint cottage. Oh boy, it was an utter mess outside. Surrounding my location was a rather large amount of Zerg. Great, I'm probably going to die. At least I will have fun while I'm alive.

"I must have landed inside Starcraft. Looks like the second one, from the looks of things." I muttered to myself, slightly smiling.

My little moment of peace certainly didn't last very long, mostly because infected citizens of this godforsaken planet were pounding on the door. It took them a moment, but there is no door and no escapes, at this moment.

Man, I wish I was still in Katarina's body, then I could just blink out of here. Wait... I will have to try that. The train of thought was broken as the Infested started leaping at me, aiming to harm and infect me. Ugly bastards...

Throwing myself at the wall, I see one of the Infested toward the back break off of the group. Better late than never! Concentrating on that single creep, I focused on Katarina's shunpo from my training with her.

Well... I was successful in blinking, but I landed in an even bigger mess. There were more of the Infested. I landed on my ass as well, which wasn't very pleasant. Simply made me angry with the will to kill.

"Focusing on my training. Just do as she would." I thought to myself, rolling and running around the Infested. This is quite the workout. Too bad I'm in a new body because Katarina was getting a teeny, tiny bit on the chubby side. Probably from my addiction to Morgana's amazing pastries. Hell, Kata wasn't complaining either. They were the best.

Whilst kicking away these baddies, I see something in the distance. It looks like a bit of help, I'm not too sure. It couldn't come at a better time, as I'm slowly wearing out my stamina on these guys.

Gunfire was sounding out from the edges of the collection of metal houses. This, unfortunately, distracted me for a moment, as I turned to look. An Infested ran at me from the side, almost knocking me over. I tried to keep it away from biting me. During the struggle, I somehow my hand blasted it away from me. In the process, I fell on my ass, again, and landed in a wooded area.

Stunned, I look at my hands. There are no ironman hand blasters, no magic gloves, just my normal hands. The cries of the infected and gunfire shook me out of my thoughts. From my spot in the trees, I could see Terran forces sweeping through and gunning down the Infected.

With a sigh of relief, I pick myself up from the grass and slowly walked towards the Terrans with my hands up saying, "Please don't shoot, please DO NOT shoot!" The marines lowered their guns. Two of them, in particular, look familiar. One marine had a black suit with a skull on the visor, and the other had a distinct decal on his shoulder.

The black suited marine lifted the golden, protective layer of his helmet. It was Raynor from the Starcraft games.

"Are you alright?" He asked, "You aren't infected, are you? Did you get scratched or bitten?" He questioned. I answered with a shake of the head. "We should get you to the medics anyway, just to be safe," Raynor said, motioning his troops to fall back, "What is your name?" He asked. "Call me Alice, I guess..." I answered with the first name to pop into my head as he motioned for a medic.

"Well Alice, you must have got hurt somehow, you have a rather large gash on your head," Raynor said softly, "Anton here will help you out."

A medic, whom I assume is named Anton now, rushed toward me. He reached for something on his wrist and aimed at me. A strange green beam came out, and I felt my head tingle slightly. Anton reached toward my cheek and pushed my head to the side. It took me a moment to realize that I no longer feel weary from fighting, how strange.

He took a moment to inspect where my wound was, "There you go miss, I suppose you don't have any more injuries, do you?" He said in a thick Russian accent. Shaking my head, I mention to him about my headache, since it is still making my head throb. How I managed to fight with it, I do not know.

"There isn't much I can do for that, this might help," Anton said, throwing me a bottle of pills, "Thanks!" I call out to him. Quickly, I take one from the bottle, praying that my headache ends soon.

Seeing that the Terrans were finishing up here, I start to panic. Surely they think I'm a colonist, that would make me stuck here for a while. I cannot let that happen. I was sent to this specific universe for a reason. Naturally, I have to find out.

Taking a leap, I went with the one thing that would make him stop, "Raynor! Uh... Wait up! I know about the Crystal... and Kerrigan!" I called out desperately, waiting for his response. He stopped and slowly turned around.

"How would you know about that?" Raynor asked, borderline angry. If a citizen in some back-water like this knows, then there must be an information leak on his ship. This isn't good at all.

"If you want to find out, take me with you!" I demanded. Raynor sighs and motioned for me to follow him, "Keep up or you WILL be left behind, alright?" He said.

With that, the three of us make our way to a small transfer ship. Quickly, we board and fly our way to the Hyperion. I spent the flight looking out of the windows at the side. Haven was a beautiful planet, too bad the Zerg have to come and muck it up, killing so many of its citizens.

"So, anything you'd like to say, little lady?" Tychus said. He seemed rather amused that I convinced Raynor to come along with a few words.

I sat still for a moment, thinking to myself, before answering, "I think I might be more of use that I originally would, considering I think I have psionic powers. I fought as much as I can against those Zerg..." I quietly said.

The two men stared silently at that, before Raynor spoke up, "If you are a Teek, then you might have some use with that." He sat there for a moment, scratching his beard. Mistaking my quietness for confusion, he added, "Teek means someone with Psionic abilities, just so you know."

For the rest of the flight, the three of us were quiet. With the Hyperion in sight, we readied ourselves for the landing.

Once the transport landed inside, Raynor leads me over to an exit. A portly man called over to us, "Hey, you're back. So, who's this?" Raynor was quick to answer, "Her name's Alice, she might be here a while." He turns to me smiles.

Raynor continues, "Alice, this is Swann, the ship's Chief Engineer." You know, meeting Swann in person was nice, reminds me of my dad. Big happy guy but really nice.

Raynor leads me further into the ship. But slowly, my eyesight started to fade, I began to collapse, and soon everything went black.