Ghosts do not Make for Good Interviews
Thena Turner was a young reporter, but had been given a chance of a lifetime. Her heart raced as she waited in her seat across from another. Nervously, she wet her rosy lips and brushed the hem of her skirt straight. Then, an almost imperceptible flicker of light caught her attention as her interviewee appeared, deactivating his cloak in the process.
He wore a skintight suit with a few pieces of armor protecting his chest and groin. On his back rested a long rifle, and his entire face was covered with a strange leathery helmet.
"Ghost reporting." His voice had been heavily synthesized.
Taking a seat across from her, he placed his rifle to one side, keeping on hand on the barrel, as if unwilling to take the chance that someone might steal it.
"Thank you for agreeing to this interview. We're always honored to speak to one of the Dominion's finest."
"Okay…"
Even though he'd agreed to the interview, he wasn't the most talkative was he? Gulping fearfully, Thena took a deep breath before she spoke again.
"So, Mr. Ghost, I was wondering if you could tell us a bit about your work, and the world's you've seen?"
In the background Mike gave her a thumbs up, letting her know that they'd caught all the footage thus far, and were airing this live. This was a scoop of a century. Ghosts were legendary soldiers that supported the Dominion Marines through the toughest of trials. But, they were shadow operatives, rarely would one speak out.
"You sure about that…?" He asked intently before he nodded.
""Whenever I see a world untouched by war, a world of innocence, a world of lush forests and clear rivers…" He paused, glancing up at the brown haired reporter, the green lenses that covered his eyes glowing brightly as he did.
"I really just wanna nuke the crap out of it!"
Thena flinched, suddenly realizing that this ghost might have become a little unhinged.
"Uh… R-Right… I guess we all have our difference in opinions. At any rate we're almost done, and I was wondering if you'd be-" She was interrupted by the ghost.
"Almost counts in horseshoes AND nuclear strikes!"
Almost falling from her chair she stumbled, back, Mike doing the same, but he kept recording nevertheless.
"I see live people…" The ghost observed before he pulled the rifle to his shoulder, aiming it at Mike.
A muffled shot ended the life of her old friend, and she stumbled over to him, tears in her eyes.
"I see dead people."
"Why….? Why would you do this…?" She sobbed, gripping the hand of her old friend.
"You've got something on your face." Her eyes widened and she stumbled to her feet, speaking and running at the same time.
"No, no I don't! This Thena Turner with UNN, signing out!" Thena yelled before a second shot was fired.
"Got it."
Afterwards, the ghost approached the fallen camera, knelt beside it, and placed it on the desk so that the audience could see him.
"Today's forecast is...extra bomby, slight chance of mushroom clouds."
It was the last time the Dominion allowed Ghosts leave or to speak to newscasters.
This was something I wrote using nothing but Ghost Quotes from SC2 for the Ghost so it couldn't be terribly long, but the idea of a ghost being interviewed struck me a long, long time ago, and I did nothing with it. Until now. It's a silly one shot that has no relevance to anything, probably not even in the SC timeline.
Oh yes, Mark of Man has its next chapter in progress, but it's slow due to the... Nature of the next chapter, and the size is kinda intimidating me a bit right now. Still, it's making some headway.
If enough people enjoyed this silly little one shot I have another starcraft fic idea stowed away. That one on the other hand, is much, much bigger with a much more... Achieving arc.
Anyway, Regards, and see you as soon as I can!
Gardian X