STARCRAFT BLOODLINES 2
THE FALL OF AIUR
By Wojo 98 Custom
Authors Note: Words will be shown in between these when private conversations happen, like when two Protoss speak silently only through their minds. Celsius will be used not the Fahrenheit of my native land. The metric system will be used as well(Kilometers). If you haven't read Starcraft Bloodlines one, I highly recommend that you do before you read this.
ZOLTRAN
Zoltran gazed out over the burning city. He felt a feeling he had never felt for a Terran in his life, it was. sympathy. Earth was doomed; there was no help for it now.
"Zoltran you may leave as soon as the Gantrthor II gets here, sorry for the inconvenience, but it looks like we're gonna need the Earthbound here."
"What? You're staying, Daniel this planet is lost, I know that it's your home planet, but you don't have enough forces to even think of taking on an entire planet full of Zerg. This is suicide!"
"Then I guess I'm as good as dead, I'm not going to let any more of my people die because of the Zerg!"
"Then I will stay as well."
"No, Zoltran this is not your fight."
"But it is Daniel, for this is a fight for the universe, I cannot let the Zerg spread any farther, this is just another chance for my people to help you kill some Zerg."
"I gave you a choice, and yet you stay. I won't stop you, only because we're going to need all of the help we can get."
A noise echoed outside, the Gantrithor II was here. This was his last chance to go home for a long time. But he had made his choice and he was going to stay.
"Brethren, we are staying to help our Terran friends with their doomed planet, now zealots, prepare!"
JOHN MALONE
John looked over to the wall where he hung his distinguished service award. Did a beer drinkin' oaf like him really deserve such an honor? I mean all he was doin was his job, he didn't have to be recognized for it. That's exactly what he told Jimmy, but Jim just laughed and hung the medal round mine and Huy's neck.
"Man I'm bored!"
"Ya, me to" said Huy.
"Wanna go shoot something?"
"Ok, let's set up some beer cans and shoot em down."
They set up the beer cans and shot them all down one by one. Laughing as they did it. Footsteps were heard stomping down the hall.
"Fuck! It's Anderson! We gotta clean this place up quick!"
John whipped the Gauss rifle behind the couch while Huy collected the beer cans and threw them into the very middle of the garbage heap. Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Come in" John said tensely. The man that stepped in wasn't Anderson the squad snitch. It was Fred, a marine, in fact a good friend of John and Huy's.
"Awww, shit Fred, you scared the hell out of us, we thought you were that little fuck Anderson."
"Jeez, what the hell were you guys doin in here, wait I can guess. Beer, the light smell of smoke, the sound tik-tik-tik comin down the halls, you guys were shootin beer cans. How come you didn't invite me?"
They all busted out laughing, partly because they were all drunk off their asses. The other part was because it was one of those spur of the moment things.
"Malone! Yets! This is Jim, I have an assignment for you. Zerg are rushing the base as we speak, they're only about a mile away. You and all of the other soldiers are ordered to hold off this force until the Admiral's reinforcements arrive."
"No prob Jim" John said as all three of them rushed off to the supply depot and factory.
DARGON
The battle raged for hours. Where the hell where those reinforcements? Three hours had passed since the first shots had been fired. The reinforcement's base was only fifty kilometers away, what was taking them so long. FWOOMP! A siege tank shot a huge shell into a pack of hydralisks coming their way. Dargon clicked the cloaking device on. He sniped out hydralisks and other Zerg as he ran for cover. He reached some as soon as his cloak ran out.
"Dargon, this is Jim, I want you to go find the Rexes' reinforcements are."
"Ok, I've got you covered."
He ran for the factory and entered. A vulture stood solitary in front of Dargon. He turned the key in the ignition, he was relieved for the second time that it started up almost without a sound. He sped out of the factory, shooting fragmentation grenades at random Zerg as he went. He went over the hill out of sight of the battle. He pushed it to top speed (600KMPH) and sped across the snow of Braxis. A few minutes later the base appeared, he started to slow down. He slammed hard on the brakes as he pulled up to the base.
"Hello, is anyone here?" His voice echoed through the canyon, which they built their base near. He walked up to the Command Center and pried open the almost already open doors. "Hello?" His voice echoed into nothingness.
Where are they? There weren't any bodies, did they just leave? And if they did, why? He looked around, all of the computer screens were on, all systems were functioning, it's just nobody is home. He walked over to one of the screens, there were numerous formulas on here, Dargon wasn't that great with science, only one word caught his eye, Terrac Facilities. It was his old home, the one that was nuked. Why would they be talking about this now? Suddenly his eyes widened with fear. He read the sentence aloud.
"This seems to be almost the same thing that happened at Terrac Facilities, the Zerg have built taken some of our men from the insides, they have infested them on the inside so not to reveal, only we and Terrac have had this problem, but it is a problem most foul, that is why we must evacuate, we threw the suspected bodies in the core, but we must mark this whole damned place for nuking, for they may have infested some others as well, they may still be there, only wanting to follow their cerebrates commands, those damn Zerg will burn for this." It was then that Dargon heard a crash behind him. Then he remembered that he left his gun at the vulture.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
"Sir, we're coming in over Tavilian base Zuloct. Zerg count here are dwindling."
"Good, we'll need time to set up and get ready to make our first assault on these damn pieces of shit. We'll teach them not to screw with Earth. I'm going to need some marines out there to finish the things off. So, leading the squad I want.
"I'll go General."
"And who exactly are you?"
"My name is Thomas Bridges, I have a grudge to settle with the Zerg."
"I have no time for personal vendettas, and if you are to be a part of this squad than you shouldn't have any either out there. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Good I like enthusiasm, but I do not like people who will put the safety of their squad in danger for personal issues." But if Daniel had known Thomas well he never would have said any of this, Thomas has a personal vendetta but he would never put anyone in any unnecessary danger.
Daniel chose another six, Eric Heti, Fred Koej, Jon Nasf, Gary Wox, Chris Ywan, and leading them was the best damned marine he had ever seen, Alec Nevikov. Alec was forty eight, and was one decorated soldier, he always seemed to get his men out of tough spots, he was a great leadership model. There were only a few Zerg left but why send a platoon, his best marines could handle it, and what of that boy Bridges? Daniel had never really noticed him before, they were all just soldiers until met them, now he knew Bridges and would be watching him during this battle, perhaps he would be something of a Nevikov in his own light. None the less he was sure that this group of fine marines would come through and do this job right. Earth had to be taken back and it all starts right here and now with this battle.
"Daniel, I am sorry I cannot stay and fight with you."
"It's ok Zeratul, you've done enough already."
"All I need is a scout to return in and it should be done soon."
"Then I wish you luck on your travel home."
HETLAH
The food was horrible here on the badlands. What were they eating anyway? Rhynadon meat, I think. The worst of it was that it was raw, and dry, they fed us better food in prison.
"Duran, my people and I, we have a question, why have you freed us?"
"Ha ha, well I'll tell you why we freed you, we are looking for allies, and you seemed like perfect candidates, I mean you do want to kill Terrans right?"
"Yes, of course we want vengeance, but why do you betray your own race?"
"I'll tell you why, the Dominion is ripping my people apart with its oppression. They say they give you freedom, but all they give is poverty. Mengsk rules the Terrans with an iron fist. And that tyrant Kerrigan is no better, she rules over the Zerg with a powerful mind, she is no better than the Overmind was. That is why I employed you, to get exactly what I want."
"What is it that you want?"
"Why, all I want is a perfect utopia, where all three of the races can live together in harmony, and with me a the helm, I believe that it is possible, that is why I employed creatures from all three races."
"Even Zerg?"
"Yes, for the only way to beat the Zerg is to be the Zerg."
"How have you managed to tame the beasts?"
"Ha, that is why I like you, always interested. All the Zerg need is a leader, right?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Well all I did was put the cerebrate on powerful drugs, and linked it to my Command Center with neurowires, that way we control what it thinks, simple as that. You see, all the Zerg need is control, and with control they can be a very, powerful ally."
"How do you know all of this, neuro-stuff?"
"That is a story for another night, I bid you goodnight."
THOMAS BRIDGES
More rain splattered off of Thomas's helmet. It was raining like hell out here, and not even one Zerg yet. They moved quickly through the thick jungle brush, looking to the ground making sure they weren't missing anything.
"Sir I'm getting movement on my tracker. Lots of it to!"
"Where's it comin from Heti?"
"Turn on your motion scanners it's comin from everywhere, and it's movin fast!"
Thomas turned on his scanners, but there was no need to, he could already see what the motion was, hydras and 'lings were swarming the Terrans! Thomas opened up on the closest Zergling he could see, the rest of the group soon followed suit. The Zerg started droppin like flies.
"Ahhh, I'm bit, I'm bit" yelled Nelikov! "Damnit, it hurts."
"Where ya bit at sir?"
"The sombitch 'ling almost bit off the left side of my stomach!"
"Don't worry, that was the last of em."
"Oh shit."
"What is it Koej?"
"We only got one med pack left, and it aint gonna heal you right away, we need some cover."
"I'll go find some" Thomas said "who's comin with me?"
"I will" Nasf said, " the rest of you, guard him from the Zerg."
Damn we've gotta find cover or he's gonna die.
"Hey, there's some!"
Thomas looked over and saw some old buildings that would make perfect cover for any wounded. "Alright! Let's go get the squad."
They went and brought the squad back to the old buildings.
"Hey I read about this in a history book. I think this place was called Germany. I think this is Berlin, its capital city."
"Wow, an ancient civilization."
"Who would've thought we'd find some old ruins out here, and need them to."
"The lost city of Berlin, and we found it."
GONISSA TYLER
"Steady, steady" she whispered as she aimed her sniper rifle at her newest target. She pulled the trigger, hardly a sound came, only a faint, fwing! Her target was hit and was dead. Time to collect her boon. She pulled the cloak over her head, so not to reveal her face. She went to the bar just down the street where she would collect it.
"Are you, Ms. Gonissa Tyler?"
"Yes, and the job is done, now I'll take my ten thousand."
"Fine, here you are" he said as he pulled a satchel out and handed it to her.
"Thank you, tell your friends about me."
She walked back to her vulture. It was time to head back to the base anyway. It was hot on Korhal during the day but at night it went down to at least -10 degrees. She pulled off her cloak revealing her wings, and face. She sped back towards the old rundown Command Center that she called home. It was about a ten minute drive from the city to the base, she liked being alone once in awhile she didn't get to very often because she was either in the middle of a mission or with the other mercenaries.
"Home, sweet home" she muttered. She stepped into the Command Center and immediately felt the great heat of the Command Center envelope her, it was already zero degrees outside, and it was only nine o clock.
"Hey Gonissa."
"Hi Frank."
"You get the job done tonight."
"Yep, sure did, made ten thousand."
"Good, so you got anymore comin up?"
"Nope, no one came to me."
"Well get some more tomorrow, we need to get more food in the market tomorrow, and it's your turn."
"Fine, but I think it's Dan's turn, he's been screwing with the board. But I'll do it."
Little did Gonissa know that the Gevex market trip would change her life.
ALDORIS
The celebration had just ended and Tassadar had retired to his quarters for the night. It was so refreshing to know that they would win this war. But when Tassadar came to him in that dream that night he had not been so sure of the great one's integrity toward him.
The dream started on Mount Qwertyuiop where Tassadar appeared in front of him. Tassadar told him to revive him and gave him instructions on how. Aldoras was hesitant about it at first, because why would Tassadar want to help his cause, he hated the Conclave. But as he thought about it he realized that why else would Tassadar come in his dreams if he was insincere. So he told his plan to the Conclave, it raised a few eyebrows but they went through with it and now Shakuras is there's. Now that they had base settlements, they had to return to reclaim Aiur. If both Shakuras and Aiur belonged to them then they would have so much power that they could laugh at the old Conclave's power. They planned to leave in the morning. It would be about a three day trip without a warp point available on Aiur. But the trip did not matter, for Aiur would be there's soon enough. He and the mighty Tassadar will lead the Protoss to the peak of their race, they would be the most powerful race in the galaxy. Aldoris knew of the Zerg threat on Aiur, two broods fought for it, and a Terran power was there to. Those pathetic things, they cannot see the error of their ways. The stupid, stupid Terrans. They fight for another planet without trying to protect their home of Korhal which was being invaded by Zerg and something else at the moment. Such foolish Zerg they fight for a Terran, the one thing they despise as much as Protoss they are ruled by. That is not a queen, it is a heretic fool of a halfling. She is not pure Zerg yet they still worship her. How pathetic they are. Almost as pathetic as the Dark Templar are, no were.
NEREVAR
Just another dead Terran to him. He never wondered who he had killed what they did, where they were going, they were all just the same to him, they were all just stupid Terrans. Bam! Bam! Bam! Three more dead. So easy, and yet so fulfilling. My vengeance will never be complete so I get to do this all my life. It was time for him to start getting home, the sun would rise soon and he traveled only by night. In ten minutes the bright sun had risen over the city of Nekaria. The planet of Heltar IV was his home, it was an old colonized planet on the fringes of the Terran society. Its population was small for such a large planet. That was what was surprising, the planet was huge and it was a beautiful place to live. Nerever had to admit that the Terrans had made an excellent choice on colonizing this planet. Nerevar could also help the Protoss by killing the people here. This was a military planet. Which meant he was killing mostly off-duty marines and firebats. This meant that every firebat and marine he killed was another life saved for the Protoss empire. Nerevar lived in the allies, it was a completely deserted area. He had killed off most of the bums living in this region seven years ago when he crash-landed here. His wrecked ship was his home. Most of it stayed intact but the engine and just about everything you need to take off was destroyed. He walked through the eating facility into his sleeping quarters. His sleeping suit was there. Nerevar turned the gas on. He opened the suit and stepped inside. It only took him one minute to fall asleep. His last thought was new one night record. ten Terrans.
KILAROK
This ship was the best, with machine guns pounding the ground converted into laser machine guns, this ship was unstoppable. The ship shot one of each races missiles on both sides. Now as he zoomed towards an old cave he would soon call home he thought I need dinner. That was when he saw a bengalaas below him. He shot it and the panther like creature dropped dead. That would be his dinner. That's when he saw the creep.
"What the hell is that creep doing here? Oh fuck! There must be more Zerg around here!"
He would have to turn around and get out of here before he was spotted by an overlord, he had just put on cloak. FYOOM! A needle spine appeared to the side of him! He had been spotted! He fired the machine gun laser down on the hydralisk. REEEEEEEK!!!! The hydralisk was burned by the superheated beams. A few seconds later it was melted to nothing. More hydralisks swarmed behind him with an overlord, his gun automatically divided the fire evenly between all six of them. His hybrid took a lot of damage but with both the shielding and the combined armor it hardly took a scratch. Soon he out raced the overlord and got out of the sites of the Zerg. He landed near a cave about ten miles from the battle site. He shot another bengalaas and got to eat this one. Kilarok knew he had to leave right as he woke up the next morning because the Zerg may have sent an attack force for him. REEEEK RAWWKK. Speak of the devil, he had to leave fast before they saw him. He jumped up and ran to his ship. He started it up and flew out of the cave. He was hit by another needle spine but they wouldn't be able to keep up as he pushed it as fast as it could go (700kmph). Fwwoom! A glave worm hit him, they had sent mutalisks. He turned to face his enemy. There was only three mutalisks. He could probably take them out. He pressed the button and four missiles exploded out of their holding bays. One splintered through a mutalisks wing, sending it crashing to the ground. Two hit a mutalisk, hurting but not killing it. The other hit the other mutalisk, but again did not kill it. He shot the missiles again this time killing one, but no the other. They both shot glave worms at him. They splintered through his hull. One more shot of the missiles killed the last mutalisk. Kilarok boosted it as fast as he could out of there.
JACK THOMPSON
"The only problem is the question, can I trust you?"
"Of course you can trust me Admiral, I can lead these men through Aiur's jungles."
"Ok, I'll trust you but if you pull one more stunt like that one time, I'll make sure you never touch a gun again."
"Don't worry, I'll bet you my squad will be the one to finish the job on Aiur."
"Than I hereby promote you to the rank of Corporal. Do this for the Dominion, I am looking forward to hearing the Lieutenant's victory report with your squad on the front cover."
"I won't let you down sir."
"Your damn straight you won't. Your battlecruiser will be ready soon, you will leave for Aiur as soon as it is ready."
"Thank you for your time sir."
That stunt still came back to bite him in the ass. He almost didn't get that promotion to corporal thanks to it. So I killed a few unauthorized Zerg, big deal, it wasn't my fault. Just because some marine in my force killed a drone we were going to take, was that my fault? I wonder how much resistance we'll meet when we get there, after all the Zerg want this place to, and the Protoss aren't going to let their homeworld get taken without a fight.
"Corporal, the battlecruiser, Justification, is ready for take off."
"Ok, I'm comin."
"Sir, before you leave, I have a holo-message from the lieutenant."
"Ok, bring it up on screen."
Wooooyyyp. "Corporal, this is Lieutenant Voss, I have a map here for you that I would like you to upload onto your HUD. But first I would like to talk about what we should be dealing with when we get there. Thanks to satellite cameras, we have found both Zerg and Protoss forces on Aiur. The Zerg forces are growing rapidly, it seems that about a week ago they landed on Aiur, they landed with major assault force. Then some kind of electromagnetic explosion disrupted our cameras and we have just now reinstalled them. They seem to be isolated to a giant chain of islands in the southwestern hemisphere. The Protoss are sparse in numbers but and are mostly situated in the northwestern hemisphere. Both forces are to be considered extremely dangerous, therefore we will set up base in the eastern sector of Aiur. End transmission."
"Ok, just give me a minute to upload this map." Wooooooop. It was done loading.
Jack got there as soon as the battlecruiser was about to leave.
FELAZ'NEA
"Come on you weakling!" The Derquex yelled this at Felaz'nea as they flew farther through across the land to the Protoss base. The Derquex held about the same rank as a Terran corporal.
"I'm going as fast as I can."
"Get the hell up here, you're weaker than a damn zergling."
Felaz'nea picked up his pace. He knew that he would get none of the little food he was aloud if he didn't kill a few Protoss today. He could always steal food, but it was so hard. His skin color was the problem. At night it would glow, not to brightly, but bright enough for the Hoarders to see him. That was a new edition to his brood. The hoarders were raised by Slizarus but were not completed until after his death. They were born for defense and defense only. They were monstrosities, long arms hung to their knees, they stood at about seven foot tall. Their faces malformed and disturbing, housed thousands of teeth. Their claws, sharp as any hydralisk spine, can pierce through solid defiler hide, not to easy. Not one has ever been killed. Their hide rivals even a defiler's. they aren't to stupid either. They were designed to be the protectors of the hive. Yggdrisal put them on food protection as well, since there had been a lot of theft lately. He shot a glave worm at the first zealot he saw. A few more and it was dead. He went after another and killed it as well. A phase disruptor hit him in the wing. There was a dragoon sniping him out. Felaz'nea saw him and shot a glave worm at it. A few of his fellow mutalisks joined him and they killed it. He looked down and saw that the ground support had arrived. Now he could leave the battle to them.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
"What happened here?" Arc questioned this as he looked around the base. Creep stood in some places while other places burnt, and charred stood vacant of the creep. With his supersensitive hearing he could hear Zerg still here, but not very close to him, and that suited him quite well. He needed time, maybe there was a survivor, a little beacon of hope in this storm of creep and Zerg. He was just outside the main control room for the defenses. He stood outside, the door unopened he opened it. He saw only carnage on the inside. The blue blood of the Protoss lay by the computer. A disk also lay by the computer. On the front in bold read "For Arc". He pushed it into the disk drive.
"Arc, this is Hyuti, by the time you get this, I will be dead. I wish for you to live. You must find a disk in the west-laboratory, you must upload it into your system if you wish to have a chance against the Zerg. It should be in the main drive. End transmission."
According to his built in map, the laboratory was about five-thousand meters north from here. He looked over to the door, it was wrecked. Which meant that Zerg came from that way and exited that way, he wanted to avoid confrontation for now. He would have to find an alternate route to the lab. He looked down the hallway again. Zerg bodies littered the floor, blue blood had splattered all over the walls. Crrrrrreeeeeeekkkk. He heard a hydralisk from behind the corner down the hall. It was five of them, they were coming for him!
GARY COSWELL
Gary's goliath had been specially formatted for his body structure, as were all of the other suits, goliaths, vultures, everything was personalized for each soldier. Maybe that's half of the reason they were so powerful in combat. Not the time to think about it, the Dominion fortress was now in site.
"Marines, head in and offer surrender without a battle, we'll be waiting, just call us in if they refuse."
"Sir yes sir!"
The marines marched up to the fortress. Ten minutes later the gunfire started. Gary and his men made their move. Wraiths came to meet them. Gary and the other goliath's hellfire missile packs took down the twelve wraiths within a minute. The marines were already into the city, only took them five minutes to take out the frontal defenses. They reached the secondary defenses, about ten bunkers filled with marines, too easy. The secondary bunkers only took three more minutes. The marines reached the Command Center and again offered the same. This time the governor accepted. They had liberated the city of Digaco in only 10:45! This was maybe the best battle they had been in. He went directly to the command center to report the victory to the Admiral.
"Sir, this is lieutenant Gary Coswell of the Liberation of Korhal. I am here to report victory over the city of Dicago."
"Good, I want the time and difficulty."
"Time was 10:45, it wasn't too difficult, it was a small city, but it offers a base to us until we take the planet's capital city."
"Good, I expect another report in a week, no longer."
JEX'PARA
Jex'para was sent in a giant army to Aiur, Kerrigan obviously wanted the planet bad. Jex'para was pregnant at this time and that was why she was sent with ten other queens, they were the only ones pregnant at the time. Damn overlords, all they ever did was cluck and cluck about the broodlings, did they ever come back to help with them, no! Their job was to fly in and offer support against the renegade brood, Shis'sar. This brood was growing in numbers quickly. Leading it was the overlord Yggdrisal, that traitor. He had once served Kerrigan until he escaped and joined with an entity on the planet of Bhekar Ro, now they had grouped in at least six other renegade broods, numbering at least one hundred thousand Zerg in all. They over took a few smaller broods and the survivors all went to the Shis'sar brood. That was why Kerrigan had sent so many of us, we had to eliminate every last one of them. The only lucky thing about it was that their mission was to destroy every last one of them, and they were all on this planet. That just made it all easier for the fifty thousand Zerg she had sent. She only sent half because she not only planned to destroy the renegades, she planned to take Aiur for herself. They would establish a new hive here and create brand new Zerg, specially made for this battle. At least ninety percent of them would die. The other ten percent would stay there and tend the hive until the Queen of Blades sent reinforcements. Jex'para would really love for her six year run to at least go ten. That would be nice, then she might be the oldest Zerg ever, the oldest recorded was nine. The Zerg was an overlord, he escaped out of a huge battle that would have surely killed him. He came back three years later now at the age of eight and lived with Kerrigan's brood for one more year until he finally met his death due to another battle. Oh well, it doesn't matter much now, all that mattered was survival without deserting Kerrigan. And she knew just the way to do it. But everything would have to go exactly according to her plan. And there was a good chance for these odds to fall in her favor. All the Protoss had to do was show up to their little battle.
GRANASH
"Why have you called me here oh great Hamaer?"
"I have a mission for you Granash, one of your comrades has told me of a renegade brood without control, these Zerg have no cerebrate and are fortunately very close to here, I want you to lead a liberation force to the renegades, bring them here, I want them for our army."
"No problem, but why me?"
"Because you have great leadership skills. I am trusting you, these renegades may be what we need to gobble up a few smaller broods close to here. With that power we could take out the bigger broods on Char."
"I won't fail great cerebrate."
His attack force consisted of five other hydralisks, eighteen zerglings, two mutalisks, and three ultralisks. This was so great. He was commanding mutalisks, and ultralisks, that was something his kind was not ever likely to do, but here he stood and they were under his commands. They marched forward now into the what felt like the maws of a great monster, ready to swallow them up, they knew nothing about this renegade brood the cerebrate spoke of. He hadn't mentioned the size or strength of the brood. Had he purposely tried to hide this information from them, or did he just forget, or was he unsure? The possibilities rolled in his head, then Granash decided that he had just forgotten. They were only about a mile away from the enemy hive now, so he decided to send the mutalisk, Jubakari, ahead to scout. Ten minutes later he returned.
"I found the brood, they aren't to numerous, we should be able to persuade them with our numbers once Hamaer's reinforcements arrive. But until then, I'm not sure we could take them."
"So, what are we going to do" Derquex asked Terrrrrrfer, an ultralisk.
"We'll wait for a few minutes, then start the attacks, maybe we'll have enough time to stall fighting until Hamaer arrives."
"Ok, I suppose that will work, how long will we wait for?"
"Let's say two intervals (fifteen minutes).
CHRIS FOX
Chris lit another cigarette. He took some puffs and extinguished it. Business was slow lately, most people have already forgotten his heroic efforts at the Eastside Market three months ago. Brought down a major hostage situation, saved about ten lives. The paper said he was a hero, and he sure felt like it. Three guys, all got gauss rifles, one holding a hostage with a gun to his head. The other two keeping the other hostages in check. He was under no command to save them but he saw his opportunity and took it. There was a back window open, Chris saw it and entered. Pulling out his .327 magnum, he hid behind the desk. One of the terrorists had their back turned to him, but he could not take the shot. If he did then the one holding the hostage would pull the trigger. Instead he snuck up behind him and clonked him on the head with the butt of his gun. He fell to the ground either unconscious or dead. Now he had to hide the body. He decided the in the melons, he doubted no one would look there. He covered him up and went for the next one. This one was the only one holding a sniper rifle. He decided to lure this one into the back, he threw a rock back there. The terrorist took the bait and went back there where he laid in wait. Now he had him. He whipped his head at the ground. Now to get the last one, this one would be hard. He would take the terrorist mask and his clothes, and there he left him, half naked. He walked to the terrorist holding the hostage and only had to say one thing.
"Take a break I'll hold this guy."
"Ok, I just need five minutes."
That was when he threw the hostage down and shot the terrorist's leg out. Screams of pain and agony rang out through the market. He pulled off the mask and went for backup to get the three terrorists out of there. Now he would get a break, a few smokes, a couple drinks, beer sounded good. But now it was over. There was nothing since then. Not even a domestic disturbance. The city of Gevex just didn't need him anymore, at least that's what it felt like.
"Fox, this is Verchellin, we've got a murder down on Vine."
"I'll be there in about five minutes."
He got there and saw the body, a single shot through the head, looked like a sniper case. The shot came from the east from the place of the shot and how he had fallen. From behind, on that building he thought. This was quality work, he'd seen a lot of snipers come around here, but this one seemed to have it all on target. Maybe they left something on the roof. He went to the roof, nothing, this was no amateur. He didn't want to scare the people, but he would recommend that they stay in their homes, unless they had to go out. One more, and he would tell, this was no crack shot, no motives in this city, except for maybe revenge or bounty. They had identified the poor guy as Mike Poil, nothing popped into his mind as suspicious about this guy, he actually had met the guy once, he seemed pretty normal. He couldn't think of anyone who would want him dead. So he guessed it was bounty, probably check bounce on his last crack purchase or something, these dealers aint got no time to deal with this themselves. The only thing that supported his theory was that they found a little crack on him, and there were plenty of dealers in Gevex.
"Verchellin, I'll take this case myself, ok." "Fine, you got theories." "I guess you could say that."
That was the first chapter, I hoped you liked it, this one should last a lot longer than the first one.
THE FALL OF AIUR
By Wojo 98 Custom
Authors Note: Words will be shown in between these when private conversations happen, like when two Protoss speak silently only through their minds. Celsius will be used not the Fahrenheit of my native land. The metric system will be used as well(Kilometers). If you haven't read Starcraft Bloodlines one, I highly recommend that you do before you read this.
ZOLTRAN
Zoltran gazed out over the burning city. He felt a feeling he had never felt for a Terran in his life, it was. sympathy. Earth was doomed; there was no help for it now.
"Zoltran you may leave as soon as the Gantrthor II gets here, sorry for the inconvenience, but it looks like we're gonna need the Earthbound here."
"What? You're staying, Daniel this planet is lost, I know that it's your home planet, but you don't have enough forces to even think of taking on an entire planet full of Zerg. This is suicide!"
"Then I guess I'm as good as dead, I'm not going to let any more of my people die because of the Zerg!"
"Then I will stay as well."
"No, Zoltran this is not your fight."
"But it is Daniel, for this is a fight for the universe, I cannot let the Zerg spread any farther, this is just another chance for my people to help you kill some Zerg."
"I gave you a choice, and yet you stay. I won't stop you, only because we're going to need all of the help we can get."
A noise echoed outside, the Gantrithor II was here. This was his last chance to go home for a long time. But he had made his choice and he was going to stay.
"Brethren, we are staying to help our Terran friends with their doomed planet, now zealots, prepare!"
JOHN MALONE
John looked over to the wall where he hung his distinguished service award. Did a beer drinkin' oaf like him really deserve such an honor? I mean all he was doin was his job, he didn't have to be recognized for it. That's exactly what he told Jimmy, but Jim just laughed and hung the medal round mine and Huy's neck.
"Man I'm bored!"
"Ya, me to" said Huy.
"Wanna go shoot something?"
"Ok, let's set up some beer cans and shoot em down."
They set up the beer cans and shot them all down one by one. Laughing as they did it. Footsteps were heard stomping down the hall.
"Fuck! It's Anderson! We gotta clean this place up quick!"
John whipped the Gauss rifle behind the couch while Huy collected the beer cans and threw them into the very middle of the garbage heap. Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Come in" John said tensely. The man that stepped in wasn't Anderson the squad snitch. It was Fred, a marine, in fact a good friend of John and Huy's.
"Awww, shit Fred, you scared the hell out of us, we thought you were that little fuck Anderson."
"Jeez, what the hell were you guys doin in here, wait I can guess. Beer, the light smell of smoke, the sound tik-tik-tik comin down the halls, you guys were shootin beer cans. How come you didn't invite me?"
They all busted out laughing, partly because they were all drunk off their asses. The other part was because it was one of those spur of the moment things.
"Malone! Yets! This is Jim, I have an assignment for you. Zerg are rushing the base as we speak, they're only about a mile away. You and all of the other soldiers are ordered to hold off this force until the Admiral's reinforcements arrive."
"No prob Jim" John said as all three of them rushed off to the supply depot and factory.
DARGON
The battle raged for hours. Where the hell where those reinforcements? Three hours had passed since the first shots had been fired. The reinforcement's base was only fifty kilometers away, what was taking them so long. FWOOMP! A siege tank shot a huge shell into a pack of hydralisks coming their way. Dargon clicked the cloaking device on. He sniped out hydralisks and other Zerg as he ran for cover. He reached some as soon as his cloak ran out.
"Dargon, this is Jim, I want you to go find the Rexes' reinforcements are."
"Ok, I've got you covered."
He ran for the factory and entered. A vulture stood solitary in front of Dargon. He turned the key in the ignition, he was relieved for the second time that it started up almost without a sound. He sped out of the factory, shooting fragmentation grenades at random Zerg as he went. He went over the hill out of sight of the battle. He pushed it to top speed (600KMPH) and sped across the snow of Braxis. A few minutes later the base appeared, he started to slow down. He slammed hard on the brakes as he pulled up to the base.
"Hello, is anyone here?" His voice echoed through the canyon, which they built their base near. He walked up to the Command Center and pried open the almost already open doors. "Hello?" His voice echoed into nothingness.
Where are they? There weren't any bodies, did they just leave? And if they did, why? He looked around, all of the computer screens were on, all systems were functioning, it's just nobody is home. He walked over to one of the screens, there were numerous formulas on here, Dargon wasn't that great with science, only one word caught his eye, Terrac Facilities. It was his old home, the one that was nuked. Why would they be talking about this now? Suddenly his eyes widened with fear. He read the sentence aloud.
"This seems to be almost the same thing that happened at Terrac Facilities, the Zerg have built taken some of our men from the insides, they have infested them on the inside so not to reveal, only we and Terrac have had this problem, but it is a problem most foul, that is why we must evacuate, we threw the suspected bodies in the core, but we must mark this whole damned place for nuking, for they may have infested some others as well, they may still be there, only wanting to follow their cerebrates commands, those damn Zerg will burn for this." It was then that Dargon heard a crash behind him. Then he remembered that he left his gun at the vulture.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
"Sir, we're coming in over Tavilian base Zuloct. Zerg count here are dwindling."
"Good, we'll need time to set up and get ready to make our first assault on these damn pieces of shit. We'll teach them not to screw with Earth. I'm going to need some marines out there to finish the things off. So, leading the squad I want.
"I'll go General."
"And who exactly are you?"
"My name is Thomas Bridges, I have a grudge to settle with the Zerg."
"I have no time for personal vendettas, and if you are to be a part of this squad than you shouldn't have any either out there. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Good I like enthusiasm, but I do not like people who will put the safety of their squad in danger for personal issues." But if Daniel had known Thomas well he never would have said any of this, Thomas has a personal vendetta but he would never put anyone in any unnecessary danger.
Daniel chose another six, Eric Heti, Fred Koej, Jon Nasf, Gary Wox, Chris Ywan, and leading them was the best damned marine he had ever seen, Alec Nevikov. Alec was forty eight, and was one decorated soldier, he always seemed to get his men out of tough spots, he was a great leadership model. There were only a few Zerg left but why send a platoon, his best marines could handle it, and what of that boy Bridges? Daniel had never really noticed him before, they were all just soldiers until met them, now he knew Bridges and would be watching him during this battle, perhaps he would be something of a Nevikov in his own light. None the less he was sure that this group of fine marines would come through and do this job right. Earth had to be taken back and it all starts right here and now with this battle.
"Daniel, I am sorry I cannot stay and fight with you."
"It's ok Zeratul, you've done enough already."
"All I need is a scout to return in and it should be done soon."
"Then I wish you luck on your travel home."
HETLAH
The food was horrible here on the badlands. What were they eating anyway? Rhynadon meat, I think. The worst of it was that it was raw, and dry, they fed us better food in prison.
"Duran, my people and I, we have a question, why have you freed us?"
"Ha ha, well I'll tell you why we freed you, we are looking for allies, and you seemed like perfect candidates, I mean you do want to kill Terrans right?"
"Yes, of course we want vengeance, but why do you betray your own race?"
"I'll tell you why, the Dominion is ripping my people apart with its oppression. They say they give you freedom, but all they give is poverty. Mengsk rules the Terrans with an iron fist. And that tyrant Kerrigan is no better, she rules over the Zerg with a powerful mind, she is no better than the Overmind was. That is why I employed you, to get exactly what I want."
"What is it that you want?"
"Why, all I want is a perfect utopia, where all three of the races can live together in harmony, and with me a the helm, I believe that it is possible, that is why I employed creatures from all three races."
"Even Zerg?"
"Yes, for the only way to beat the Zerg is to be the Zerg."
"How have you managed to tame the beasts?"
"Ha, that is why I like you, always interested. All the Zerg need is a leader, right?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Well all I did was put the cerebrate on powerful drugs, and linked it to my Command Center with neurowires, that way we control what it thinks, simple as that. You see, all the Zerg need is control, and with control they can be a very, powerful ally."
"How do you know all of this, neuro-stuff?"
"That is a story for another night, I bid you goodnight."
THOMAS BRIDGES
More rain splattered off of Thomas's helmet. It was raining like hell out here, and not even one Zerg yet. They moved quickly through the thick jungle brush, looking to the ground making sure they weren't missing anything.
"Sir I'm getting movement on my tracker. Lots of it to!"
"Where's it comin from Heti?"
"Turn on your motion scanners it's comin from everywhere, and it's movin fast!"
Thomas turned on his scanners, but there was no need to, he could already see what the motion was, hydras and 'lings were swarming the Terrans! Thomas opened up on the closest Zergling he could see, the rest of the group soon followed suit. The Zerg started droppin like flies.
"Ahhh, I'm bit, I'm bit" yelled Nelikov! "Damnit, it hurts."
"Where ya bit at sir?"
"The sombitch 'ling almost bit off the left side of my stomach!"
"Don't worry, that was the last of em."
"Oh shit."
"What is it Koej?"
"We only got one med pack left, and it aint gonna heal you right away, we need some cover."
"I'll go find some" Thomas said "who's comin with me?"
"I will" Nasf said, " the rest of you, guard him from the Zerg."
Damn we've gotta find cover or he's gonna die.
"Hey, there's some!"
Thomas looked over and saw some old buildings that would make perfect cover for any wounded. "Alright! Let's go get the squad."
They went and brought the squad back to the old buildings.
"Hey I read about this in a history book. I think this place was called Germany. I think this is Berlin, its capital city."
"Wow, an ancient civilization."
"Who would've thought we'd find some old ruins out here, and need them to."
"The lost city of Berlin, and we found it."
GONISSA TYLER
"Steady, steady" she whispered as she aimed her sniper rifle at her newest target. She pulled the trigger, hardly a sound came, only a faint, fwing! Her target was hit and was dead. Time to collect her boon. She pulled the cloak over her head, so not to reveal her face. She went to the bar just down the street where she would collect it.
"Are you, Ms. Gonissa Tyler?"
"Yes, and the job is done, now I'll take my ten thousand."
"Fine, here you are" he said as he pulled a satchel out and handed it to her.
"Thank you, tell your friends about me."
She walked back to her vulture. It was time to head back to the base anyway. It was hot on Korhal during the day but at night it went down to at least -10 degrees. She pulled off her cloak revealing her wings, and face. She sped back towards the old rundown Command Center that she called home. It was about a ten minute drive from the city to the base, she liked being alone once in awhile she didn't get to very often because she was either in the middle of a mission or with the other mercenaries.
"Home, sweet home" she muttered. She stepped into the Command Center and immediately felt the great heat of the Command Center envelope her, it was already zero degrees outside, and it was only nine o clock.
"Hey Gonissa."
"Hi Frank."
"You get the job done tonight."
"Yep, sure did, made ten thousand."
"Good, so you got anymore comin up?"
"Nope, no one came to me."
"Well get some more tomorrow, we need to get more food in the market tomorrow, and it's your turn."
"Fine, but I think it's Dan's turn, he's been screwing with the board. But I'll do it."
Little did Gonissa know that the Gevex market trip would change her life.
ALDORIS
The celebration had just ended and Tassadar had retired to his quarters for the night. It was so refreshing to know that they would win this war. But when Tassadar came to him in that dream that night he had not been so sure of the great one's integrity toward him.
The dream started on Mount Qwertyuiop where Tassadar appeared in front of him. Tassadar told him to revive him and gave him instructions on how. Aldoras was hesitant about it at first, because why would Tassadar want to help his cause, he hated the Conclave. But as he thought about it he realized that why else would Tassadar come in his dreams if he was insincere. So he told his plan to the Conclave, it raised a few eyebrows but they went through with it and now Shakuras is there's. Now that they had base settlements, they had to return to reclaim Aiur. If both Shakuras and Aiur belonged to them then they would have so much power that they could laugh at the old Conclave's power. They planned to leave in the morning. It would be about a three day trip without a warp point available on Aiur. But the trip did not matter, for Aiur would be there's soon enough. He and the mighty Tassadar will lead the Protoss to the peak of their race, they would be the most powerful race in the galaxy. Aldoris knew of the Zerg threat on Aiur, two broods fought for it, and a Terran power was there to. Those pathetic things, they cannot see the error of their ways. The stupid, stupid Terrans. They fight for another planet without trying to protect their home of Korhal which was being invaded by Zerg and something else at the moment. Such foolish Zerg they fight for a Terran, the one thing they despise as much as Protoss they are ruled by. That is not a queen, it is a heretic fool of a halfling. She is not pure Zerg yet they still worship her. How pathetic they are. Almost as pathetic as the Dark Templar are, no were.
NEREVAR
Just another dead Terran to him. He never wondered who he had killed what they did, where they were going, they were all just the same to him, they were all just stupid Terrans. Bam! Bam! Bam! Three more dead. So easy, and yet so fulfilling. My vengeance will never be complete so I get to do this all my life. It was time for him to start getting home, the sun would rise soon and he traveled only by night. In ten minutes the bright sun had risen over the city of Nekaria. The planet of Heltar IV was his home, it was an old colonized planet on the fringes of the Terran society. Its population was small for such a large planet. That was what was surprising, the planet was huge and it was a beautiful place to live. Nerever had to admit that the Terrans had made an excellent choice on colonizing this planet. Nerevar could also help the Protoss by killing the people here. This was a military planet. Which meant he was killing mostly off-duty marines and firebats. This meant that every firebat and marine he killed was another life saved for the Protoss empire. Nerevar lived in the allies, it was a completely deserted area. He had killed off most of the bums living in this region seven years ago when he crash-landed here. His wrecked ship was his home. Most of it stayed intact but the engine and just about everything you need to take off was destroyed. He walked through the eating facility into his sleeping quarters. His sleeping suit was there. Nerevar turned the gas on. He opened the suit and stepped inside. It only took him one minute to fall asleep. His last thought was new one night record. ten Terrans.
KILAROK
This ship was the best, with machine guns pounding the ground converted into laser machine guns, this ship was unstoppable. The ship shot one of each races missiles on both sides. Now as he zoomed towards an old cave he would soon call home he thought I need dinner. That was when he saw a bengalaas below him. He shot it and the panther like creature dropped dead. That would be his dinner. That's when he saw the creep.
"What the hell is that creep doing here? Oh fuck! There must be more Zerg around here!"
He would have to turn around and get out of here before he was spotted by an overlord, he had just put on cloak. FYOOM! A needle spine appeared to the side of him! He had been spotted! He fired the machine gun laser down on the hydralisk. REEEEEEEK!!!! The hydralisk was burned by the superheated beams. A few seconds later it was melted to nothing. More hydralisks swarmed behind him with an overlord, his gun automatically divided the fire evenly between all six of them. His hybrid took a lot of damage but with both the shielding and the combined armor it hardly took a scratch. Soon he out raced the overlord and got out of the sites of the Zerg. He landed near a cave about ten miles from the battle site. He shot another bengalaas and got to eat this one. Kilarok knew he had to leave right as he woke up the next morning because the Zerg may have sent an attack force for him. REEEEK RAWWKK. Speak of the devil, he had to leave fast before they saw him. He jumped up and ran to his ship. He started it up and flew out of the cave. He was hit by another needle spine but they wouldn't be able to keep up as he pushed it as fast as it could go (700kmph). Fwwoom! A glave worm hit him, they had sent mutalisks. He turned to face his enemy. There was only three mutalisks. He could probably take them out. He pressed the button and four missiles exploded out of their holding bays. One splintered through a mutalisks wing, sending it crashing to the ground. Two hit a mutalisk, hurting but not killing it. The other hit the other mutalisk, but again did not kill it. He shot the missiles again this time killing one, but no the other. They both shot glave worms at him. They splintered through his hull. One more shot of the missiles killed the last mutalisk. Kilarok boosted it as fast as he could out of there.
JACK THOMPSON
"The only problem is the question, can I trust you?"
"Of course you can trust me Admiral, I can lead these men through Aiur's jungles."
"Ok, I'll trust you but if you pull one more stunt like that one time, I'll make sure you never touch a gun again."
"Don't worry, I'll bet you my squad will be the one to finish the job on Aiur."
"Than I hereby promote you to the rank of Corporal. Do this for the Dominion, I am looking forward to hearing the Lieutenant's victory report with your squad on the front cover."
"I won't let you down sir."
"Your damn straight you won't. Your battlecruiser will be ready soon, you will leave for Aiur as soon as it is ready."
"Thank you for your time sir."
That stunt still came back to bite him in the ass. He almost didn't get that promotion to corporal thanks to it. So I killed a few unauthorized Zerg, big deal, it wasn't my fault. Just because some marine in my force killed a drone we were going to take, was that my fault? I wonder how much resistance we'll meet when we get there, after all the Zerg want this place to, and the Protoss aren't going to let their homeworld get taken without a fight.
"Corporal, the battlecruiser, Justification, is ready for take off."
"Ok, I'm comin."
"Sir, before you leave, I have a holo-message from the lieutenant."
"Ok, bring it up on screen."
Wooooyyyp. "Corporal, this is Lieutenant Voss, I have a map here for you that I would like you to upload onto your HUD. But first I would like to talk about what we should be dealing with when we get there. Thanks to satellite cameras, we have found both Zerg and Protoss forces on Aiur. The Zerg forces are growing rapidly, it seems that about a week ago they landed on Aiur, they landed with major assault force. Then some kind of electromagnetic explosion disrupted our cameras and we have just now reinstalled them. They seem to be isolated to a giant chain of islands in the southwestern hemisphere. The Protoss are sparse in numbers but and are mostly situated in the northwestern hemisphere. Both forces are to be considered extremely dangerous, therefore we will set up base in the eastern sector of Aiur. End transmission."
"Ok, just give me a minute to upload this map." Wooooooop. It was done loading.
Jack got there as soon as the battlecruiser was about to leave.
FELAZ'NEA
"Come on you weakling!" The Derquex yelled this at Felaz'nea as they flew farther through across the land to the Protoss base. The Derquex held about the same rank as a Terran corporal.
"I'm going as fast as I can."
"Get the hell up here, you're weaker than a damn zergling."
Felaz'nea picked up his pace. He knew that he would get none of the little food he was aloud if he didn't kill a few Protoss today. He could always steal food, but it was so hard. His skin color was the problem. At night it would glow, not to brightly, but bright enough for the Hoarders to see him. That was a new edition to his brood. The hoarders were raised by Slizarus but were not completed until after his death. They were born for defense and defense only. They were monstrosities, long arms hung to their knees, they stood at about seven foot tall. Their faces malformed and disturbing, housed thousands of teeth. Their claws, sharp as any hydralisk spine, can pierce through solid defiler hide, not to easy. Not one has ever been killed. Their hide rivals even a defiler's. they aren't to stupid either. They were designed to be the protectors of the hive. Yggdrisal put them on food protection as well, since there had been a lot of theft lately. He shot a glave worm at the first zealot he saw. A few more and it was dead. He went after another and killed it as well. A phase disruptor hit him in the wing. There was a dragoon sniping him out. Felaz'nea saw him and shot a glave worm at it. A few of his fellow mutalisks joined him and they killed it. He looked down and saw that the ground support had arrived. Now he could leave the battle to them.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
"What happened here?" Arc questioned this as he looked around the base. Creep stood in some places while other places burnt, and charred stood vacant of the creep. With his supersensitive hearing he could hear Zerg still here, but not very close to him, and that suited him quite well. He needed time, maybe there was a survivor, a little beacon of hope in this storm of creep and Zerg. He was just outside the main control room for the defenses. He stood outside, the door unopened he opened it. He saw only carnage on the inside. The blue blood of the Protoss lay by the computer. A disk also lay by the computer. On the front in bold read "For Arc". He pushed it into the disk drive.
"Arc, this is Hyuti, by the time you get this, I will be dead. I wish for you to live. You must find a disk in the west-laboratory, you must upload it into your system if you wish to have a chance against the Zerg. It should be in the main drive. End transmission."
According to his built in map, the laboratory was about five-thousand meters north from here. He looked over to the door, it was wrecked. Which meant that Zerg came from that way and exited that way, he wanted to avoid confrontation for now. He would have to find an alternate route to the lab. He looked down the hallway again. Zerg bodies littered the floor, blue blood had splattered all over the walls. Crrrrrreeeeeeekkkk. He heard a hydralisk from behind the corner down the hall. It was five of them, they were coming for him!
GARY COSWELL
Gary's goliath had been specially formatted for his body structure, as were all of the other suits, goliaths, vultures, everything was personalized for each soldier. Maybe that's half of the reason they were so powerful in combat. Not the time to think about it, the Dominion fortress was now in site.
"Marines, head in and offer surrender without a battle, we'll be waiting, just call us in if they refuse."
"Sir yes sir!"
The marines marched up to the fortress. Ten minutes later the gunfire started. Gary and his men made their move. Wraiths came to meet them. Gary and the other goliath's hellfire missile packs took down the twelve wraiths within a minute. The marines were already into the city, only took them five minutes to take out the frontal defenses. They reached the secondary defenses, about ten bunkers filled with marines, too easy. The secondary bunkers only took three more minutes. The marines reached the Command Center and again offered the same. This time the governor accepted. They had liberated the city of Digaco in only 10:45! This was maybe the best battle they had been in. He went directly to the command center to report the victory to the Admiral.
"Sir, this is lieutenant Gary Coswell of the Liberation of Korhal. I am here to report victory over the city of Dicago."
"Good, I want the time and difficulty."
"Time was 10:45, it wasn't too difficult, it was a small city, but it offers a base to us until we take the planet's capital city."
"Good, I expect another report in a week, no longer."
JEX'PARA
Jex'para was sent in a giant army to Aiur, Kerrigan obviously wanted the planet bad. Jex'para was pregnant at this time and that was why she was sent with ten other queens, they were the only ones pregnant at the time. Damn overlords, all they ever did was cluck and cluck about the broodlings, did they ever come back to help with them, no! Their job was to fly in and offer support against the renegade brood, Shis'sar. This brood was growing in numbers quickly. Leading it was the overlord Yggdrisal, that traitor. He had once served Kerrigan until he escaped and joined with an entity on the planet of Bhekar Ro, now they had grouped in at least six other renegade broods, numbering at least one hundred thousand Zerg in all. They over took a few smaller broods and the survivors all went to the Shis'sar brood. That was why Kerrigan had sent so many of us, we had to eliminate every last one of them. The only lucky thing about it was that their mission was to destroy every last one of them, and they were all on this planet. That just made it all easier for the fifty thousand Zerg she had sent. She only sent half because she not only planned to destroy the renegades, she planned to take Aiur for herself. They would establish a new hive here and create brand new Zerg, specially made for this battle. At least ninety percent of them would die. The other ten percent would stay there and tend the hive until the Queen of Blades sent reinforcements. Jex'para would really love for her six year run to at least go ten. That would be nice, then she might be the oldest Zerg ever, the oldest recorded was nine. The Zerg was an overlord, he escaped out of a huge battle that would have surely killed him. He came back three years later now at the age of eight and lived with Kerrigan's brood for one more year until he finally met his death due to another battle. Oh well, it doesn't matter much now, all that mattered was survival without deserting Kerrigan. And she knew just the way to do it. But everything would have to go exactly according to her plan. And there was a good chance for these odds to fall in her favor. All the Protoss had to do was show up to their little battle.
GRANASH
"Why have you called me here oh great Hamaer?"
"I have a mission for you Granash, one of your comrades has told me of a renegade brood without control, these Zerg have no cerebrate and are fortunately very close to here, I want you to lead a liberation force to the renegades, bring them here, I want them for our army."
"No problem, but why me?"
"Because you have great leadership skills. I am trusting you, these renegades may be what we need to gobble up a few smaller broods close to here. With that power we could take out the bigger broods on Char."
"I won't fail great cerebrate."
His attack force consisted of five other hydralisks, eighteen zerglings, two mutalisks, and three ultralisks. This was so great. He was commanding mutalisks, and ultralisks, that was something his kind was not ever likely to do, but here he stood and they were under his commands. They marched forward now into the what felt like the maws of a great monster, ready to swallow them up, they knew nothing about this renegade brood the cerebrate spoke of. He hadn't mentioned the size or strength of the brood. Had he purposely tried to hide this information from them, or did he just forget, or was he unsure? The possibilities rolled in his head, then Granash decided that he had just forgotten. They were only about a mile away from the enemy hive now, so he decided to send the mutalisk, Jubakari, ahead to scout. Ten minutes later he returned.
"I found the brood, they aren't to numerous, we should be able to persuade them with our numbers once Hamaer's reinforcements arrive. But until then, I'm not sure we could take them."
"So, what are we going to do" Derquex asked Terrrrrrfer, an ultralisk.
"We'll wait for a few minutes, then start the attacks, maybe we'll have enough time to stall fighting until Hamaer arrives."
"Ok, I suppose that will work, how long will we wait for?"
"Let's say two intervals (fifteen minutes).
CHRIS FOX
Chris lit another cigarette. He took some puffs and extinguished it. Business was slow lately, most people have already forgotten his heroic efforts at the Eastside Market three months ago. Brought down a major hostage situation, saved about ten lives. The paper said he was a hero, and he sure felt like it. Three guys, all got gauss rifles, one holding a hostage with a gun to his head. The other two keeping the other hostages in check. He was under no command to save them but he saw his opportunity and took it. There was a back window open, Chris saw it and entered. Pulling out his .327 magnum, he hid behind the desk. One of the terrorists had their back turned to him, but he could not take the shot. If he did then the one holding the hostage would pull the trigger. Instead he snuck up behind him and clonked him on the head with the butt of his gun. He fell to the ground either unconscious or dead. Now he had to hide the body. He decided the in the melons, he doubted no one would look there. He covered him up and went for the next one. This one was the only one holding a sniper rifle. He decided to lure this one into the back, he threw a rock back there. The terrorist took the bait and went back there where he laid in wait. Now he had him. He whipped his head at the ground. Now to get the last one, this one would be hard. He would take the terrorist mask and his clothes, and there he left him, half naked. He walked to the terrorist holding the hostage and only had to say one thing.
"Take a break I'll hold this guy."
"Ok, I just need five minutes."
That was when he threw the hostage down and shot the terrorist's leg out. Screams of pain and agony rang out through the market. He pulled off the mask and went for backup to get the three terrorists out of there. Now he would get a break, a few smokes, a couple drinks, beer sounded good. But now it was over. There was nothing since then. Not even a domestic disturbance. The city of Gevex just didn't need him anymore, at least that's what it felt like.
"Fox, this is Verchellin, we've got a murder down on Vine."
"I'll be there in about five minutes."
He got there and saw the body, a single shot through the head, looked like a sniper case. The shot came from the east from the place of the shot and how he had fallen. From behind, on that building he thought. This was quality work, he'd seen a lot of snipers come around here, but this one seemed to have it all on target. Maybe they left something on the roof. He went to the roof, nothing, this was no amateur. He didn't want to scare the people, but he would recommend that they stay in their homes, unless they had to go out. One more, and he would tell, this was no crack shot, no motives in this city, except for maybe revenge or bounty. They had identified the poor guy as Mike Poil, nothing popped into his mind as suspicious about this guy, he actually had met the guy once, he seemed pretty normal. He couldn't think of anyone who would want him dead. So he guessed it was bounty, probably check bounce on his last crack purchase or something, these dealers aint got no time to deal with this themselves. The only thing that supported his theory was that they found a little crack on him, and there were plenty of dealers in Gevex.
"Verchellin, I'll take this case myself, ok." "Fine, you got theories." "I guess you could say that."
That was the first chapter, I hoped you liked it, this one should last a lot longer than the first one.