Starcraft: Equilibrium
Prologue: Dead sky
The sky is dead. That is what we call the sky now ever since we were stationed here from the long voyage from Earth, Dead. I guess it would be our fault for making the sky this way from our constant urge to construct things but it IS necessary to our survival, and the survival of others as well. I ran a hand through my thick red hair and sighed as this thought brought on the inevitable second.
'One day our own ways will be the end of us, I know that and I'm pretty sure everyone else does to but its enough that it keeps us alive in the here and now.' I thought with some disdain as I looked down at the Commanders pips blazed into my standard Ghost armor that me and several other of my men wear proudly, my emerald green eyes make a beeline to my shoulders that have the crimson paint to show that this is MY army and these are men under MY command. I take a fleeting glance at the letters emblazed on the right side of my chest and see the name that has killed so many and shed so much blood, C. Angelfire, I look at the ground and sigh.
'This is me, I am I, and I am Crono Angelfire, Commander of the red Terren faction of Earth, enlisted by the Confederate Ghost Program to eradicate all Zerg and opposing alien forms alike.' I finish my own little mental dialogue as I try to remind myself as I do everyday I am in this war, why I am here and what I am fighting for.
A fleeting thought takes me to the elven princess I've encountered so long ago it seems now. I still think of her even to this day, it seems that I am only human, and she is only elven. Strange to think such a thing is real but its as real as I am now. Or even the Protoss Lucrata Nexarii that I have come across, the right hand of Tassadar some of my men called her. The mother of Tassaiundar and an excellent fighter, I can't wait till I test her strength yet again.
But until they make a false move and try to destroy us we will be allies for the time being I suppose its much easier that way and the Protoss make formidable allies against the zerg onslaught.
I take another look out over the scorched plains of the Tarsonis world torn apart by the trampling feet of Protoss, Zerg and Terren alike as I sit concealed here in this bunker, I wonder if they will come soon, and I also wonder if I will live to survive this impending battle.
I stand up and take one last look before I hear the familiar footsteps of the next shift coming in to take over my job as they do everyday.
"Commander." They say to me as they give a quick salute before stepping past me and setting up their guns in the bunkers port holes, loaded and ready for the next assault. I feel like I have to say something, but as I look at their turned backs focused on only one thing and one thing only I can't hope to think that hope is lost.
I turned and left the bunker out into the open space of the hastily made outpost I set up on landing.
I've been here awhile now, I came to Tarsonis to check out for a month or two to go back to earth and see how the new experiment so going, but as soon as my ships entered the Tarsonis air space we received a distress signal stating that the Zerg were attacking in great numbers and they wouldn't be able to hold them off for long, immediate help was defiantly required.
I being I couldn't refuse, and now I was here. Looking up into the dead sky wondering if we'll live to see the next day.
I continued looking up into that sky and resisting the urge to shout in frustration, I walked back to command.
Observation Deck, Tarsonis Outpost.
I lit up one of my smokes and conceal the pack under my shoulder armor as I sit down in my chair in my observation deck above the command deck to survey the scene and information transmitted around me and think. I think about the impending attack that I KNOW is going to happen soon and a thought comes to me as I take a puff of the deadly but intoxicating smoke.
Everything is always quiet just before an attack, like try to imagine for a split second that everything freezes seemingly for one long moment and then starts up again. That is the signal of an impending attack, I feel it, they feel it and we all feel it on some conscious level. Wither or not it is because of the Zerg embryo in all of us, we do not know but I guess you could say we feel them coming.
As I looked over all of the men and women fighting for what they believe in and all of the minds nearly lost and continually on the verge of mental break, I smile and take another drag.
I smile because despite all of this, they will fight. They will fight to the very core of there being, to the last shred of life flowing through there veins and till the last bullet is spent or the last man cries out in victory or defeat, they will fight.
So when the tell tale sign of attack happened, my emerald eyes lit up with excitement and I butted out my smoke. I had only three words running through my head as I placed my two forefingers together in front of my lips in my trademark game face as I watched the upper screen change from its normal level three yellow to level eight red.
'Let them come.'
End Of Prologue.
Prologue: Dead sky
The sky is dead. That is what we call the sky now ever since we were stationed here from the long voyage from Earth, Dead. I guess it would be our fault for making the sky this way from our constant urge to construct things but it IS necessary to our survival, and the survival of others as well. I ran a hand through my thick red hair and sighed as this thought brought on the inevitable second.
'One day our own ways will be the end of us, I know that and I'm pretty sure everyone else does to but its enough that it keeps us alive in the here and now.' I thought with some disdain as I looked down at the Commanders pips blazed into my standard Ghost armor that me and several other of my men wear proudly, my emerald green eyes make a beeline to my shoulders that have the crimson paint to show that this is MY army and these are men under MY command. I take a fleeting glance at the letters emblazed on the right side of my chest and see the name that has killed so many and shed so much blood, C. Angelfire, I look at the ground and sigh.
'This is me, I am I, and I am Crono Angelfire, Commander of the red Terren faction of Earth, enlisted by the Confederate Ghost Program to eradicate all Zerg and opposing alien forms alike.' I finish my own little mental dialogue as I try to remind myself as I do everyday I am in this war, why I am here and what I am fighting for.
A fleeting thought takes me to the elven princess I've encountered so long ago it seems now. I still think of her even to this day, it seems that I am only human, and she is only elven. Strange to think such a thing is real but its as real as I am now. Or even the Protoss Lucrata Nexarii that I have come across, the right hand of Tassadar some of my men called her. The mother of Tassaiundar and an excellent fighter, I can't wait till I test her strength yet again.
But until they make a false move and try to destroy us we will be allies for the time being I suppose its much easier that way and the Protoss make formidable allies against the zerg onslaught.
I take another look out over the scorched plains of the Tarsonis world torn apart by the trampling feet of Protoss, Zerg and Terren alike as I sit concealed here in this bunker, I wonder if they will come soon, and I also wonder if I will live to survive this impending battle.
I stand up and take one last look before I hear the familiar footsteps of the next shift coming in to take over my job as they do everyday.
"Commander." They say to me as they give a quick salute before stepping past me and setting up their guns in the bunkers port holes, loaded and ready for the next assault. I feel like I have to say something, but as I look at their turned backs focused on only one thing and one thing only I can't hope to think that hope is lost.
I turned and left the bunker out into the open space of the hastily made outpost I set up on landing.
I've been here awhile now, I came to Tarsonis to check out for a month or two to go back to earth and see how the new experiment so going, but as soon as my ships entered the Tarsonis air space we received a distress signal stating that the Zerg were attacking in great numbers and they wouldn't be able to hold them off for long, immediate help was defiantly required.
I being I couldn't refuse, and now I was here. Looking up into the dead sky wondering if we'll live to see the next day.
I continued looking up into that sky and resisting the urge to shout in frustration, I walked back to command.
Observation Deck, Tarsonis Outpost.
I lit up one of my smokes and conceal the pack under my shoulder armor as I sit down in my chair in my observation deck above the command deck to survey the scene and information transmitted around me and think. I think about the impending attack that I KNOW is going to happen soon and a thought comes to me as I take a puff of the deadly but intoxicating smoke.
Everything is always quiet just before an attack, like try to imagine for a split second that everything freezes seemingly for one long moment and then starts up again. That is the signal of an impending attack, I feel it, they feel it and we all feel it on some conscious level. Wither or not it is because of the Zerg embryo in all of us, we do not know but I guess you could say we feel them coming.
As I looked over all of the men and women fighting for what they believe in and all of the minds nearly lost and continually on the verge of mental break, I smile and take another drag.
I smile because despite all of this, they will fight. They will fight to the very core of there being, to the last shred of life flowing through there veins and till the last bullet is spent or the last man cries out in victory or defeat, they will fight.
So when the tell tale sign of attack happened, my emerald eyes lit up with excitement and I butted out my smoke. I had only three words running through my head as I placed my two forefingers together in front of my lips in my trademark game face as I watched the upper screen change from its normal level three yellow to level eight red.
'Let them come.'
End Of Prologue.