Hellfyre Squad
My name is Anubis. I am nothing but a lowly Zealot. The war with the hated Zerg and the cunning Terrans has been getting bloodier and bloodier and with the inclusion of the nearly invincible Hybrids things have been a bit strain. We are at one hundredth of our numbers, resources and technology. We have been regressing into the Aeon of Strife. Civil wars have been flaring up, each claiming they are better and are truly perfect. I am no different. I have slaughtered Zerg and Terrans by their thousands. I have scavenged the "Goliath's" Missile pods. Every time I fight I gain a new battle scar. I am revered throughout Protoss society as the most efficient killer. I have minimized the goliath missile pods so they can fit on my hands. They do have much decreased damage but they have a special capability. They explode in an EMP pulse wiping out any computer systems, electronics and energy. It only disables them for long enough for air support to get there. I have bio-mech armour that actually regenerates itself faster than a medic healing powers. I rarely ever remove my armour except for upgrades and polishing. My armour is a light blue to red because of all the blood and soul-fire spilt on my armour. I am mainly used as an infiltration unit. All the other Templars, Dark Templars, Dragoons, Zealots, Scouts and observers envy me. I cannot cloak but I have infiltrated Terran, Zerg and even Protoss bases. Sometimes I would just stare at the moonlight and wonder, why can we not make peace with each other. This day would change the fates of the entire universe. It started out like any normal day, be awakened by an annoying messenger telling me to wake up and get my Waste Depositor (Arse) over to the gateway on the double. When I got there I was informed that another Protoss base was building up a massive cache of minerals, Vespene and Terran tech. I was to move in with several probes and reavers and claim as much as I could. Then I saw given something that made my heart stop and then start up like a cold engine of a scout, a modified Ghost cloaking suit. I rubbed the soft material fondly and then put it on under my armour. It would be funny to see the other Protoss' faces when they saw floating armour. I selected a modified Shuttle, complete with Anti-Matter missiles and Dual Photon Blasters, loaded up all the probes and then selected a long-range weapon. I chose an A-K3489 Sniper Rifle. It fired a single dart that could penetrate even a carriers shield and armour like a reavers scarab through a marine. It would release a quick but incredibly deadly shot of acid that would kill any officer. I made sure to commandeer two arbiters to warp me back if there was any trouble. There were massive defence matrices of Photon Cannons, Zealots, Dragoons, High Templars, Dark Templars, Reavers and Carriers. "Damn" I muttered and then steadied the rifle of the soft sand. I took aim for the back of the head of the commanding officer and fired. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with me as the sand shifted slightly and the dart narrowly missed the officers head and hit one of the sub-ordinates. "Why me" I cursed silently and then noticed that all the forces were moving away from the base and away from me. I activated my cloaking suit and moved silently forward. I stayed just out of range of the Photon Cannons. I came upon the lone pylon that powered the entire base. All other pylons extended away from it so if I blew this one, all would blow. I grinned in my head like a maniac and placed the small fusion explosive in the core of the prized Khayadarin Crystal. I retreated a small distance and pressed the small purple button. For once in my career, it didn't work. "Shit" I cursed loud enough for the commander to hear. "Send all observers to the centre of the base. "When I get back to that base, I am going to kill my equipment officer". I then did something drastic. I pulled out a small catch from the device and ran like hell! I heard the explosion and I was flung into the sand. I loosened up and absorbed the shock. My bones rattled and shook like you do when you see your first Ultralisk. The resulting shock wave smashed down a Ghost that was preparing to nuke the base sky high. I radioed in for the probes and waited. During the long and uneventful wait I gingerly touched the burns and bruises on my back and cringed in pain. When the probes arrived I pointed to the canisters, each holding 10 000 minerals and then walked back to the ship. On the way back I though over all the ways I was going to kill my Equip officer. My boots hit the head of the injured ghost and he groaned loud enough for me to hear. I scuffed the sand away from his bruised and battered face and when we saw each other, fear, hate and also, maybe, admiration. The ghost brought up his C-10 canister rifle and fired a single and only remaining shot. It caught me off guard and struck me in my shoulder plate, spinning me around and knocked me down. I chuckled slightly and tried to rise bit the bullet had penetrated my shoulder and had come inches from my heart. Nobody had ever hurt me this seriously. My armour had repaired itself so I reached my injured arm over with a lot of pain and pulled out the syringe with my DNA so when the DNA entered me, it would target the injured zone and heal me instantly. I cleared a spot on my neck and injected it. "How does that feel you lousy Protoss?" The Ghost said, blood splattering on his uniform. "Much better" I answered him and stood up. I activated my Psi-Blades. A small component was pushing out from his neck causing him to cough up blood. I quickly brought my blade down upon the component and the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled, awaiting death. When he didn't feel himself waiting in the great abyss of death his eyes snapped open. He saw me hovering there. I extended my hand to him and he grasped it and hauled himself up. Needless to say, I almost fell down. "My SCV" He said, almost choking on his own words. He fell down into the dirt and began to scabble at it like a chicken. He scrabbled until his hands were bloody, red, sore and blistered. Finally, his hands struck the warmed metal of the SCV. I fell down beside him and helped him haul it out. It was a modified SCV with a Gauss "Impaler" rifle and a perdition flamethrower. I thought of it admirably and then spoke to my Arbiter. "Arbiter, recall us out". I saw the Ghost stare at the collapsing universe and tried to move but he was stuck. We re- emerged in the Nexus in front of the captain. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS" he thundered. The Ghost cringed a bit but took up m defence. "This Zealot here is the finest of your warriors. He wiped out an entire Protoss base in under ten seconds and if any of your warriors can do that in double the time I will be surprised". The commander was nodding thoughtfully but mentally slapped he. "Anubis here, is our finest warrior, yes, but bringing a Ghost and an SCV here is inexcusable". "Would I be able to buy you into it" I queried. "How much did you collect" he asked, suddenly wary. "With advanced calculation, approximately 100 000 minerals and 100 000 Vespene gas". I could almost see him let out a whoop of triumph but he settled down. "What do you want for your services" he asked me and I answered, "Six probes, 400 minerals and two abandoned, fully upgraded Scouts". His nod sent a flurry of activity throughout the base and within an hour we had a shuttle packed with minerals, another shuttle filled with probes and two Scouts packed with supplies. "Thankyou, We will never forget your gratitude" the Ghost said and walked up to the commander. He held out his hand and the captain extended his hand and they shook each other's hand in friendship. We could barely contain our excitement as we raced out. We got into the fighters but I received a message from the Ghost. "How do I pilot one of these things?" The absolute ludicrously of the statement made me laugh. When the gales of laughter subsided I told him, "Its psychically controlled, think an action and it responds". Once the final barrel of minerals was loaded and the SCV on board we took off. We had recently discovered a very large mineral field but there was small Terran outpost. There were just supply depots, Command Centre and several bunkers. We saw a tiny Zerg offensive moving into take out the base. They would both annihilate each other and we would have easy pickings. We flew in, just out of sight and waited. We heard the sounds of battle reach our ears. It is a miserable sound yet exciting. The pounding of artillery, the clashing of weapons, the sharp, cold clear sound of lasers and the sound of reinforcements. When there were no more sounds of battle we flew in a pass. We saw twelve Zergling's four Hydralisks and five Mutalisks. We pushed our engines to 125% and we zoomed past them. The Mutas swerved around. There was a canyon nearby which we would use to our advantage. There were massive cave systems that would prove the perfect hiding place. We flew around a rock formation and came face to face with 24 BattleCruisers, 60 Wraiths and 40 Valkyries. "Let the games begin" we cried in unison and banked behind thick pillars of rock. To be continued Will Anubis and the Ghost survive, Will they ever get any luck Find out in the next fic of
Hellfyre Squad. I would love reviews and I plan to insert more chapters soon.
My name is Anubis. I am nothing but a lowly Zealot. The war with the hated Zerg and the cunning Terrans has been getting bloodier and bloodier and with the inclusion of the nearly invincible Hybrids things have been a bit strain. We are at one hundredth of our numbers, resources and technology. We have been regressing into the Aeon of Strife. Civil wars have been flaring up, each claiming they are better and are truly perfect. I am no different. I have slaughtered Zerg and Terrans by their thousands. I have scavenged the "Goliath's" Missile pods. Every time I fight I gain a new battle scar. I am revered throughout Protoss society as the most efficient killer. I have minimized the goliath missile pods so they can fit on my hands. They do have much decreased damage but they have a special capability. They explode in an EMP pulse wiping out any computer systems, electronics and energy. It only disables them for long enough for air support to get there. I have bio-mech armour that actually regenerates itself faster than a medic healing powers. I rarely ever remove my armour except for upgrades and polishing. My armour is a light blue to red because of all the blood and soul-fire spilt on my armour. I am mainly used as an infiltration unit. All the other Templars, Dark Templars, Dragoons, Zealots, Scouts and observers envy me. I cannot cloak but I have infiltrated Terran, Zerg and even Protoss bases. Sometimes I would just stare at the moonlight and wonder, why can we not make peace with each other. This day would change the fates of the entire universe. It started out like any normal day, be awakened by an annoying messenger telling me to wake up and get my Waste Depositor (Arse) over to the gateway on the double. When I got there I was informed that another Protoss base was building up a massive cache of minerals, Vespene and Terran tech. I was to move in with several probes and reavers and claim as much as I could. Then I saw given something that made my heart stop and then start up like a cold engine of a scout, a modified Ghost cloaking suit. I rubbed the soft material fondly and then put it on under my armour. It would be funny to see the other Protoss' faces when they saw floating armour. I selected a modified Shuttle, complete with Anti-Matter missiles and Dual Photon Blasters, loaded up all the probes and then selected a long-range weapon. I chose an A-K3489 Sniper Rifle. It fired a single dart that could penetrate even a carriers shield and armour like a reavers scarab through a marine. It would release a quick but incredibly deadly shot of acid that would kill any officer. I made sure to commandeer two arbiters to warp me back if there was any trouble. There were massive defence matrices of Photon Cannons, Zealots, Dragoons, High Templars, Dark Templars, Reavers and Carriers. "Damn" I muttered and then steadied the rifle of the soft sand. I took aim for the back of the head of the commanding officer and fired. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with me as the sand shifted slightly and the dart narrowly missed the officers head and hit one of the sub-ordinates. "Why me" I cursed silently and then noticed that all the forces were moving away from the base and away from me. I activated my cloaking suit and moved silently forward. I stayed just out of range of the Photon Cannons. I came upon the lone pylon that powered the entire base. All other pylons extended away from it so if I blew this one, all would blow. I grinned in my head like a maniac and placed the small fusion explosive in the core of the prized Khayadarin Crystal. I retreated a small distance and pressed the small purple button. For once in my career, it didn't work. "Shit" I cursed loud enough for the commander to hear. "Send all observers to the centre of the base. "When I get back to that base, I am going to kill my equipment officer". I then did something drastic. I pulled out a small catch from the device and ran like hell! I heard the explosion and I was flung into the sand. I loosened up and absorbed the shock. My bones rattled and shook like you do when you see your first Ultralisk. The resulting shock wave smashed down a Ghost that was preparing to nuke the base sky high. I radioed in for the probes and waited. During the long and uneventful wait I gingerly touched the burns and bruises on my back and cringed in pain. When the probes arrived I pointed to the canisters, each holding 10 000 minerals and then walked back to the ship. On the way back I though over all the ways I was going to kill my Equip officer. My boots hit the head of the injured ghost and he groaned loud enough for me to hear. I scuffed the sand away from his bruised and battered face and when we saw each other, fear, hate and also, maybe, admiration. The ghost brought up his C-10 canister rifle and fired a single and only remaining shot. It caught me off guard and struck me in my shoulder plate, spinning me around and knocked me down. I chuckled slightly and tried to rise bit the bullet had penetrated my shoulder and had come inches from my heart. Nobody had ever hurt me this seriously. My armour had repaired itself so I reached my injured arm over with a lot of pain and pulled out the syringe with my DNA so when the DNA entered me, it would target the injured zone and heal me instantly. I cleared a spot on my neck and injected it. "How does that feel you lousy Protoss?" The Ghost said, blood splattering on his uniform. "Much better" I answered him and stood up. I activated my Psi-Blades. A small component was pushing out from his neck causing him to cough up blood. I quickly brought my blade down upon the component and the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled, awaiting death. When he didn't feel himself waiting in the great abyss of death his eyes snapped open. He saw me hovering there. I extended my hand to him and he grasped it and hauled himself up. Needless to say, I almost fell down. "My SCV" He said, almost choking on his own words. He fell down into the dirt and began to scabble at it like a chicken. He scrabbled until his hands were bloody, red, sore and blistered. Finally, his hands struck the warmed metal of the SCV. I fell down beside him and helped him haul it out. It was a modified SCV with a Gauss "Impaler" rifle and a perdition flamethrower. I thought of it admirably and then spoke to my Arbiter. "Arbiter, recall us out". I saw the Ghost stare at the collapsing universe and tried to move but he was stuck. We re- emerged in the Nexus in front of the captain. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS" he thundered. The Ghost cringed a bit but took up m defence. "This Zealot here is the finest of your warriors. He wiped out an entire Protoss base in under ten seconds and if any of your warriors can do that in double the time I will be surprised". The commander was nodding thoughtfully but mentally slapped he. "Anubis here, is our finest warrior, yes, but bringing a Ghost and an SCV here is inexcusable". "Would I be able to buy you into it" I queried. "How much did you collect" he asked, suddenly wary. "With advanced calculation, approximately 100 000 minerals and 100 000 Vespene gas". I could almost see him let out a whoop of triumph but he settled down. "What do you want for your services" he asked me and I answered, "Six probes, 400 minerals and two abandoned, fully upgraded Scouts". His nod sent a flurry of activity throughout the base and within an hour we had a shuttle packed with minerals, another shuttle filled with probes and two Scouts packed with supplies. "Thankyou, We will never forget your gratitude" the Ghost said and walked up to the commander. He held out his hand and the captain extended his hand and they shook each other's hand in friendship. We could barely contain our excitement as we raced out. We got into the fighters but I received a message from the Ghost. "How do I pilot one of these things?" The absolute ludicrously of the statement made me laugh. When the gales of laughter subsided I told him, "Its psychically controlled, think an action and it responds". Once the final barrel of minerals was loaded and the SCV on board we took off. We had recently discovered a very large mineral field but there was small Terran outpost. There were just supply depots, Command Centre and several bunkers. We saw a tiny Zerg offensive moving into take out the base. They would both annihilate each other and we would have easy pickings. We flew in, just out of sight and waited. We heard the sounds of battle reach our ears. It is a miserable sound yet exciting. The pounding of artillery, the clashing of weapons, the sharp, cold clear sound of lasers and the sound of reinforcements. When there were no more sounds of battle we flew in a pass. We saw twelve Zergling's four Hydralisks and five Mutalisks. We pushed our engines to 125% and we zoomed past them. The Mutas swerved around. There was a canyon nearby which we would use to our advantage. There were massive cave systems that would prove the perfect hiding place. We flew around a rock formation and came face to face with 24 BattleCruisers, 60 Wraiths and 40 Valkyries. "Let the games begin" we cried in unison and banked behind thick pillars of rock. To be continued Will Anubis and the Ghost survive, Will they ever get any luck Find out in the next fic of
Hellfyre Squad. I would love reviews and I plan to insert more chapters soon.