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In The Trenches
Prologue
Private Mark was one in a million. Literally. As an enlisted man in the Terran People's Unified Army, he was just one man amongst a living sea of men, all fighting for their own cause. Not many actually cared if the Terran sector was reunited. Five years after the fall of the Zerg, the Terran nations began to squabble amongst themselves over territories, rights, mineral claims, etc. Two main factions had emerged: The Terran People's Unified Army(TPUA), under Arcturus Mengsk, and the Union of Libertarian States(ULS). Arcturus decided to enforce his new power, and declared war on the ULS. The war has been going on for two years now. Most men fought simply for the pay, others for the glory, and others because they just wanted to kill someone.
Mark was in a 6-foot deep trench along with a hundred other marines. He had a special desire to fight - his whole family had been extinguished by a ULS bombardment of their city. Mark was on business leave when that happened. Even though it was the afternoon out on the battlefield, the sky was black. Black from the billowing smoke that choked your lungs and blotted out the sun. You could see missiles speeding through the air above the trenches. Every once in a while, you could see a dropship come and drop fresh soldiers and pick up the dead. The bottom of the trenches were covered. In blood.
Suddenly, multiple explosions ripped through the trench. Enemy Siege Tanks. There was a Firebat in charge of Mark's unit. He screamed in a trembling voice "You fucking wusses! If you think you're going to survive this day, you're fucking crazy! Try to kill a couple a' people before you're shot! PREPARE FOR AN ASSUALT!" Everyone at that moment checked their rifles. Some people were praying, others crying, others just staring off into oblivion. A tank shell landed about 10 feet from Mark. Several people were instantly splattered everywhere, but one man wasn't so lucky: "AAAAARGGGHHH! OH FUCK! MY FUCKIN' LEG IS GONE! MEDIC! MED . ."bang. Someone had the courage to put him out of his misery. The idiot in front of Mark stuck his head out above the trench in order to see a dropship. Bang. There was a sickening noise as his brains were thrown all over Mark's face. In disgust, he wiped the gray matter from his face. Some of it slipped into his mouth. Instantly he vomited into the bottom of the trench. "Oh shit" Mark said. "Were gonna fuckin' die out here. All alone." And with that, the Firebat shouted "CHARGE!!! FORWARD TO VICTORY!!!!!" Mark had a hunch about how this battle would go. Raising his autorifle, he climbed out of the trench.
In The Trenches
Prologue
Private Mark was one in a million. Literally. As an enlisted man in the Terran People's Unified Army, he was just one man amongst a living sea of men, all fighting for their own cause. Not many actually cared if the Terran sector was reunited. Five years after the fall of the Zerg, the Terran nations began to squabble amongst themselves over territories, rights, mineral claims, etc. Two main factions had emerged: The Terran People's Unified Army(TPUA), under Arcturus Mengsk, and the Union of Libertarian States(ULS). Arcturus decided to enforce his new power, and declared war on the ULS. The war has been going on for two years now. Most men fought simply for the pay, others for the glory, and others because they just wanted to kill someone.
Mark was in a 6-foot deep trench along with a hundred other marines. He had a special desire to fight - his whole family had been extinguished by a ULS bombardment of their city. Mark was on business leave when that happened. Even though it was the afternoon out on the battlefield, the sky was black. Black from the billowing smoke that choked your lungs and blotted out the sun. You could see missiles speeding through the air above the trenches. Every once in a while, you could see a dropship come and drop fresh soldiers and pick up the dead. The bottom of the trenches were covered. In blood.
Suddenly, multiple explosions ripped through the trench. Enemy Siege Tanks. There was a Firebat in charge of Mark's unit. He screamed in a trembling voice "You fucking wusses! If you think you're going to survive this day, you're fucking crazy! Try to kill a couple a' people before you're shot! PREPARE FOR AN ASSUALT!" Everyone at that moment checked their rifles. Some people were praying, others crying, others just staring off into oblivion. A tank shell landed about 10 feet from Mark. Several people were instantly splattered everywhere, but one man wasn't so lucky: "AAAAARGGGHHH! OH FUCK! MY FUCKIN' LEG IS GONE! MEDIC! MED . ."bang. Someone had the courage to put him out of his misery. The idiot in front of Mark stuck his head out above the trench in order to see a dropship. Bang. There was a sickening noise as his brains were thrown all over Mark's face. In disgust, he wiped the gray matter from his face. Some of it slipped into his mouth. Instantly he vomited into the bottom of the trench. "Oh shit" Mark said. "Were gonna fuckin' die out here. All alone." And with that, the Firebat shouted "CHARGE!!! FORWARD TO VICTORY!!!!!" Mark had a hunch about how this battle would go. Raising his autorifle, he climbed out of the trench.