Memories: Rebel Yell
The Story: Nick Parker, a quick-witted, fast talking, happy-go-lucky confederate marine, was left for death in an infested Command centre. Wanting revenge on General Duke, he aids Raynor and Mengsk in their mission to take the confederacy down.
Note: This story takes place during episode I of StarCraft. The plot, planets, encounters, characters, as well as the mission briefings are from the game and are not my own. However, certain dialogue, certain characters (Such as Nick Parker, Annabeth Green, Derrick Stark and Agent Black) and fight scenes are my creation. I'm writing this story, because I've always been fascinated with what it would be like for a soldier in the actual game. So, I decided to write about one soldier who was unluckily included in Mengsk's crazy plot.
Another Note: I originally wrote this story, but then stopped for personal reasons. I've decided to repost it. I've made minor adjustments to the part that I had already written, but if you hadn't been reading it before, then I guess that doesn't matter.
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Prologue: The Zerg Are Really Annoying
Have you ever woken up one day, find your self locked in a white room with a two way mirror, a single white door, a metal table, cuffed to a chair and two men asking you a bunch of questions that you can only answer: "I don't know"?
Well I have, and let me tell you, it's not exactly a trip to the amusement park. It's boring and a complete waste of time… my time. Anyway, it can't get any worse, right? Wrong! There I was, sitting – like I had a choice – in this interrogation room, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, the alarms sound. The red lights flashed, like police sirens, the alarm blaring through the command centre alerting the men that there was a problem. Then, out of nowhere, two men barge into the room, grab me out of the chair and start moving me – dragging me – down the corridor. People were panicking. Running up and down, left and right, in and out, holding guns, loading guns, it was a war zone and the fighting hadn't even began. Well, that wasn't completely true. I could hear gun-fire coming from outside the building and screaming soldiers dying at the violent attack. I also heard screeching, but didn't bother asking hat it was. I already knew.
We continued walking down the corridors. Then, we came into a room full of cameras, with images flying past them. People were typing away at the keyboards trying to do god-knows-what and the marines outside were getting their liver torn out through the asses. To graphic? Sorry. I turned around to see a man wearing a general uniform turned towards me. He had a mean look on his face, but I think it was because of the scar running down it. He stood up perfectly straight as all soldier do and looked as though he'd seen his fair-share of battles in the past. The soldiers saluted him as he walked in.
"I'd salute you too, but…" I showed him the hand-cuffs. I thought I was making a joke, but by the look on his face, it wasn't the time. "Tough crowd."
"Is this him?" The man's voice was deep.
"Yes sir." The one soldier replied.
"Sir," the woman behind the computer monitor said. She seemed panicked. "They're coming in too quickly."
"How long till the transport arrives?" He asked.
"10 minutes", she replied, her voice a bit faded.
"10 minutes?" I screamed. "We'll be lunch meat by the time that happens."
I probably shouldn't have said that, because I was met with half a dozen cold stares. The general stared at me with a not-so-friendly look. He looked as though he was going to shoot me then and there – or at least debating it. He told us to get outside and secure the landing zone. He ordered the men to take me to a room, filled with armor, ammo and guns. They un-cuffed me and gave me a marine suit, a pistol and an assault rifle. I couldn't have been happier.
"Don't get yourself killed," the older looking one said. "Derrick," the man said to the younger boy who near fainted. "You're teaming up with him. Make sure he doesn't do anything wrong."
I felt like laughing. I'm 26 years old, and this kid looked younger than me. And he's suppose to watch if I do anything wrong. He was petrified of the situation and if I had said "boo" to him, he would have fainted. I loaded my rifle, and turned to him. He had pitch black hair, dark eyes, and a young face. He looked 18 years old, maybe 19.
"Don't worry," I said. He almost jumped out of his suit. "Nothings gonna happen."
"How do you know?" he asked.
I felt like saying I don't, but that probably wasn't the best idea. "I just know."
We moved out of the room, up an elevator, which I hate by the way, and outside to a sight you'd usually only see in action movies. That's right; we have cable up in space. Anyway, not the point. The point is that there were missiles flying past us hitting Hydralisks, zerglings running around, attack anything and everything, bullets flying left and right, and god only knows where else. Chaos, misfortune, death, action. This is what I was born and bred for. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a zergling jump for the kid. I'm proud to say that I pointed my gun at it and blew it straight back to hell.
"Let's get going!" I shouted over the noise of the battle.
The kid and I began moving towards the landing zone. We had 5 minutes left before the ships came down. We shot everything that wasn't human and finally made it to the landing zone, where a saw a familiar face. He had short hair and was well built. Averaged sized for an adult and he was clearly the boss, ordering the men to take cover and fire. He turned to me and smirked.
"Well," Raynor said. "If it isn't our little…"
Raynor was interrupted by a message coming in from the radio. The static was too much and all we heard was: "Attack… huge… monster… killing… spaceport…", and then the line went dead.
"We have to get them," the kid said.
Raynor looked at him, as though he as about to say something none of us wanted to hear. In fact, he was about to say something no one wanted us to hear.
"Well!" Derrick screamed.
"I'm thinking," Raynor replied.
"You're thinking?" I shouted. Yes, I know I have a habit of butting in when it's not my place. But what can you do. "Your men are dying and you're thinking?"
"What would you do?" Raynor shouted. "Our ride out of here comes in 2 minutes. We'll never make it back in time. Our men are all probably dead right about now."
I wanted so badly to hit him. But fighting him wouldn't solve anything. I made my decision. "If you won't go, I will."
I ran off, towards the spaceport. Note to self: next time Raynor tells me something, I should listen. What awaited me in that building was an old friend and it was anything but happy.
I walked into the build. There were blood stains all over the metal walls and floors, and half eaten bodies and bloody zerglings, and even a hydralisk lay lifelessly on the cold ground. A bomb had hit this place. I walked through the building, with not a soul the sight. It was way to quiet for my liking and I kept on my guard continuously. And then I made it to the hanger. Wraiths greeted me as I entered the room. And then I looked onto the floor. A puddle of blood lay under a bunch of skeletons; which were… how do I put this… still fresh. It's as though the skin melted right off them, but some guts still stuck on them. There were about five or six of them. I didn't want to get too close. I had a strong stomach. Almost nothing fazed me. But the smell… it was making me nauseous. And that's when I heard it, standing in the shadows. I lifted my gun and prepared to fire.
"Come here boy," I whistled at the beast like it was my dog.
It emerged from the darkness; a hydralisk, but not any hydralisk, but the worst of the worst. This beast's fangs were sharper, blades longer, spit more acidic and at least twice the size of a normal one. These beasts were dubbed, Hunter Killer. The most destructive and ruthless hydralisks this side of the universe. It charged for me and I let it rip. My gun just shot, the blasts echoing through the building. I didn't even look to see if I was doing anything. It came for me and I dove out the way just in time to dodge a gob of spit. The spit melted the metal like fire melting butter. It let off a metallic smell, but with a sickening smell in the mix. Something ticked this thing off. It was more vicious than the last one, trying to slice me with its blades or melt me with its spit, which by the way, I find disgusting. I looked at the Killer, and that's when I saw it; a long scar on its side. That explains why it is more violent than the last one I faced. This was the last one I faced. I'd caused that scar on its body. The lesson I learned that day: Zergs carry grudges… who knew?
It came for me again. "Listen…buddy", I said to the monster. "Lets be honest here, you deserved what you got." I dodged another attack, emptying the ammo I had left onto the creature, "Can't we just bury the hatchet", it spat again. "Apparently not".
I ducked behind a ship and reloaded. I don't know why though, my gun wasn't even tickling the thing. I then looked at what I was leaning on. I had a plan. A dumb, quickly-thought-of, let's-not-analyze-it-too-closely plan, which, in all truthfulness, would probably get me killed. But, it was a plan none-the-less. I placed my rifle away and I jumped in front of the one wraith and started taunting the beast. It attacked me and I just dodged the blade as it penetrated the metal floor. I ran for the wraith at the other end of the room and in no time I was in the ship and looking at the controls. And then came the problem, I must of bunked the class in school that taught us about spaceships. Luckily for me, the Killer was trying to pull his blade out of the ground, but that only bought a little time. Crap, I thought, and began pressing all the buttons. The ship unhinged itself from the hinges that held it slightly off the ground. I don't know what happened next, but I was flying straight for the Hydralisk, who had just managed to pry its blade out of the ground. That wasn't my plan at all, but it could work as good as a missile I suppose. I jumped out of the wraith and painfully landed on the floor, rolling a little while. I heard a crash and as I looked up, my wraith had smashed into the Killer's back and plunge it into the ship in front of it. It was now stuck between the two ships, gasping for air. Its acid spit began to drool over the ship and as I looked at what it melting through, I quickly got to my feet. The acid had landed on one of the missiles; just my luck. I ran in the opposite direction and hit the ground as the missile blew the ship up, which consumed the Killer, not to mention causing the other ships to either blow or be flung around. I thought I was a goner. That the building was going to collapse right then and there. Explosion after explosion, metal hitting metal. Finally, the racket had stopped and I looked up. The place was a mess. Metal, guts, blood and a blade lay all over the floor. I climbed to my feet and looked at the huge whole in the side of the wall. I could see the landing zone, but no-one was there anymore. They must of left. I turned around and saw a single wraith standing. I am one lucky bastard. I climbed in, made myself familiar with the controls, and took off.
I flew to catch up with the transport and when I found them, I found some old friends to. Four Confederate wraiths had surrounded one of the transports. I took this opportunity and shot two missiles, blowing the two wraths right out of the sky. Two down, two to go. The others noticed very quickly I was behind them and began to retaliate. Soon my radio came on. I thought it was the fighters, but…
"Who the hell is this?" Raynor's voice came over the radio.
"I'm the guy who's saving your ass," I replied, laughing. I knew that he would know who I was now.
"Nick? Are you insane?" Raynor screamed, "You're a marine, not a pilot. They'll blow you out of the sky."
"As of two days ago," I said, "I was discharged. I can be whatever I want"
The two ships came from my front and we all began shooting. I twirled around, dodging some of the blasts, while I shot back at the men. The good news: I sent another one crashing down to the ground. The bad news…
"I'm hit!" I screamed over the radio. I didn't panic though. I never panic.
"What do you want us to do about it?" Raynor said, as the last wraith flew off. He'd be back.
I thought for a second. I saw a knife in the ship. I picked it up and then looked at the transport ships. I exhaled loudly. "I can't believe I'm doing this", I whispered to myself as I picked up the radio. "Raynor, I need you to come under me, a little to the left."
"Why?" he questioned.
"Just do it!" I screamed. Okay, I lied above. I'm panicking. Raynor's ship came under me just like I asked. I could see it. I lowered my ship and in turn, Raynor lowered his. I removed my breathing mask and opened the glass covering me. And then I saw it coming towards my left side; the last wraith coming for me, shooting at my ship. I can't believe I did what I did. And more surprisingly, I can't believe I survived. I had un-strapped myself and turned the ship towards the oncoming wraith, full speed ahead. And then, as quickly as I could, I jumped out and with knife in hand, slammed against the transport ship. Let me tell you kids, don't try this at home. It hurts like a bitch. And as I slide off, I jabbed the blade into the ship and just held on tight. I heard an explosion go off, looked up, and saw my plan was successful. My wraith had collided with the oncoming one and blew both of them to smithereens. Then I just hung there. Holding my knife and waving through the air like a flag. We didn't land to get me in. We were close to the base, so I just stayed there until we landed, which at that time, I was arrested and then sent to another cozy interrogation room; hooray for me.
I sat there, with two people questioning me about what happened two days prior to the incident I'd just escaped from. In case you're wondering, the incident they're asking about is why they arrested me in the first place. They think I'm to blame for the deaths of their marines, which was a false complaint. They asked me to explain what happened and eventually I decided what the hell. I began to explain the events leading up to now and how I met Raynor, the magistrate and their men.
