So this was a random crossover story I made up in my head, and I wanted to see how far I could take it. I did alter some stuff of course with StarCraft II's ending, so Kerrigan comes with them.
This starts out before volume 1 of High School DxD's beginning with Issei, but we'll catch up with him soon. Let me know who in Issei's harem you want to see most, though I'm thinking of making the focus Rias for a couple reasons...
Wonder what'll happen when the girls run into good ol' Jimmy's charmin' attitude? You know, he did have a thing for redheads..~
Anyway, enjoy!
Edit: Fixed spelling errors.
Inside the void, on the last pillars of hope…
-With Friends Like These-
If Ex-Marshall Jim Raynor were to close his eyes and block all sounds out of his CMC-power armor's audio systems, this might all seem like a dream. As much as he wanted to believe it, they were in the void for the big game. Him, his ghost ex girlfriend-turned-zerg queen Sarah Kerrigan, and his long time alien protoss pal, Hierarch Artanis. They were gathered around the bridge of the great protoss flagship, The Spear of Adun.
Jim sighed. "Alright, Sarah. Give it to us one more time."
The queen in purple carapace looked over the holo display once more. "Listen up. We know Amon is here." The display had a 3d simulation of the desolate, barren hills. As Sarah continued, 2 pillars of red coloring popped out of the display's ground. "It's from these two pillars that he draws his strength."
It was here that they were making their stand against a malevolent evil known as Amon. An ancient being of a long dead race called the Xel'Naga that betrayed his own kind in seeking power. The monster had succeeded in taking over the minds of the protoss golden armada, an all powerful array of troops and ships meant for annihilation.
Sarah shook her head, knowing the odds. She could see the doubt on everyone's faces. Could they pull this off? "He knows we're going to strike there at the Western shard with our main force, while Artanis and his templar push for the East. He's using all three races, just as we are. We'll need to counter whatever he brings out."
It didn't take long either for the kel morian combine, a terran splinter faction, to fall under his influence and do his bidding. This gave him access to the latest tech in terran engineering, including diamondback hover tanks, spectre mercenaries, and warhound bipedal mechs.
Sarah looked to the protoss, crossing her arms under her chest. "Artanis, what's guarding your objective? Were you able to see anything with your scouts?"
The Hierarch 'cleared' his throat, "Our objective is being guarded by Amon's brood. His second in command of that force, Broodmother Adara. She's utilizing primarily brood lord artillery, roaches and corruptor anti-air flyers… "
Lastly, he commanded any and all feral zerg that weren't already roped in under over-queen Kerrigan herself. "It will be brutal, however we Templar are hardy. We will force them back!" Artanis finished, raising a fist in determination.
Jim, Sarah, and Artanis together had fought tooth and nail against the endless hordes of their former allies, until they finally managed to hard-push into his home territory, the very void in space itself. It was here now, that their final fight was reaching its peak.
Jim stepped up, his power armor quietly hissing at the joints. "I got enough tanks, hellions, and vikings to punch a hole in that bastard's skin, Sarah. Oh, and of course enough of my boys dressed in their tin cans to put Mengsk's parades to shame. What are you bringin' to dinner?", he cracked a smirk a that.
Sarah chuckled, her luminous purple eyes meeting jim's with humor. "I've got more than enough zerglings, a side of mutalisks, and the main course; Ultralisks and my beloved Hydralisks. I'll tank the damage up front if you can shell them from the backline. Use your vikings to snipe any major aircraft, and I'll use my mutalisk flyers to harrass them."
Jim nodded, taking mental notes. "You got it, darlin'."
Taking one last look over everyone on the bridge, Zagara, Taldarin, Karax, Vorazun, and Swann, she sighed before putting on her war face.
"Alright, let's bring the pain. Today we put an end to Amon!" Kerrigan slapped her fist into the palm of her other hand for emphasis.
Cheers broke out among the bridge, each ready to do their part.
"Hell yeah! Raiders roll!"
"En Taro Tassadar!"
"For the swarm!"
-If It Aint Broke...-
Satan Lord Sirzechs Gremory took a sip of his tea, as he continued typing his logistics report on his iDevil. It had been a long, dragging day of meetings and economic plans to help out with the peace effort between the Devils, Fallen Angels, and Heaven. They were currently stuck in what could be called an 'underworld cold war', being that there were no major conflicts since the great war, but there were small skirmishes now and again that kept tensions tight.
At the moment, the main goal of the Devil faction was stabilization. The population was struggling to remain high, due to low birth rates and few successful arranged marriages. It wasn't helping that his own family was arranging his precious younger sister, Rias Gremory, to marry that pompous Riser Phenex, the youngest son of his clan.
It had been a headache and a half when Rias threw her power around in rage, destroying large parts of their estate. Their mother Venelana Gremory managed to placate her daughter, saying that she would talk with the Phenex family about holding off for a few months. While it didn't make her dear Rias feel any better, she did storm off to the human realm, to her territory in Kuoh.
Sirzechs sighed, logging off and leaning back in his recliner. He looked around his office, a neat but homey little space where he placed many of his family photos around. He took and looked fondly at a photo where he and Rias were visiting the panda zoo in China. Where have the good times gone, honestly…
The days where he'd be woken up early in the mornings by his sweet little sister so she could play with him had long since passed, and now they only spoke when he wasn't busy and she needed something from him. His breath shuddered as he put the photo back down, his heart yearning for simpler times.
Reality slowly brought him away from his memories, and back to his thoughts. By tomorrow, he'd be meeting again with the leader of the Fallen Angel Grigori faction, Azazel. He was a man whose goal was to attain technology that would benefit him, the man just couldn't stop tinkering with toys. Sirzechs like the guy, he was easy going and nothing about him gave a off a hint of ulterior motive. The two would discuss plans over a game of pool, something they both found a common interest in.
One time the former leader of Heaven and Angel, Michael, had joined them in a few rounds. The Devil and Fallen Angel were blown away by the Angel's mean pool skills, even sinking 3 in a ro- Suddenly, the door to his office flew open, with a very out of breath Azazel. Sirzechs jumped in surprise, nearly falling back over his desk. "L-Lord Azazel? What are you doing here?"
The Fallen caught his breath, and held up a small ornate object in his hand.
"Zechs, you gotta see this shit! This is insane!"Azazel almost had a crazed look in his eyes, but the Devil knew it was just his excited face. Or maybe the man was indeed crazy.
"What shit? What is that?"
"Seriously, no time to explain, it's better if I show you!"
"Show me what?" said a feminine voice behind the Fallen, causing him to whirl around. The voice had come from the Gremory Matriarch, Venelana Gremory, original name Bael. Sirzech's mother. She was a tall woman who had brown hair, purple eyes, and breasts bigger than both of their heads. She calmly awaited an explanation, carrying every bit of poise and dignity as the lady of the land.
"Lord Azazel, my eyes are up here?" She arched an eyebrow, snapping the Fallen out of his moment.
"Uh-uh right. Follow me, I brought it by caravan. It should be set up in one of your fields right now!" His excitement was contagious, the Devils themselves were suddenly eager to see.
-...Don't fix it-
Sirzechs, his father Zeoticus, Venelana, and Azazel were all standing at the top of a hill that overlooked one of the Gremory crop fields. Thankfully, this one wasn't due for a harvest this season, so it was trimmed down and treadable. A gigantic halo made from stone stood tall, though that was all it was. A giant statue?
Venelana didn't look amused, as her eyes glared at the smirking Fallen Angel. In his hand, he held the small ornate device like some sort of remote. "Azazel, just what…"
…
"..exactly was your plan here, Darlin'?!" Shouted Jim, as he unloaded his rifle's entire clip into the cockpit of a protoss immortal tank. All around him fought Sarah's swarm alongside his Raider Marines, neck and neck against possessed protoss Zealots, Immortals, and Stalkers. The armored spiders with guns had an annoying, uncanny tendency to overcharge their shields for a short time, taking all his rounds like a sponge.
The Immortal cackled, its phase cannon charging up to blast Jim in the face. Just then, Kerrigan came crashing her full weight, severing metal parts and spewing blue fluid. Purple-colored zerglings quickly swarmed the downed possessed protoss, ripping preserved flesh like tissue paper.
She brushed off some hydraulic fluid from Jim's shoulder. "We're going to take these ultralisks rigged to explode…"
…
"...and shove them right in there!" Yelled Azazel, waving his hands every which way.
Zeoticus rubbed his crimson beard, in thought. "I see… so you're going to send them through, then back to tell us of what they find?" He looked from the grass in front of him, to his wife as if to receive feedback from her. She rolled her eyes, silently reminding him of the past few failed experiments the Fallen Angel had brought to their doorstep.
Azazel nodded eagerly, "Exactly! This could be a breakthrough for our factions to begin working together! Think of what we'll find. Here, Sirzechs, come here." He waved the young Gremory over.
Sirzechs sighed, and approached out of reluctant curiosity. "Okay, so what do I have to do?"
…
Jim Raynor looked down at the detonator in his HUD, watching the location pings embedded in the ultralisks ahead, which were a distinct green color. He looked back up at his partner with the question still plastered on his face.
Sarah pointed down range, past a marine using a dead Hydralisk for cover as he gunned down a stalker. "All you have to do is press the button Jim, and once my ultras are close enough, the blast should be enough to vaporize Amon's Shard."
…
"Should?" Venelana said skeptically, while Sirzechs suddenly looked unsure.
"Yeah, I tested it once myself," said Azazel matter of factly, "You just press the button, and a portal opens up within the halo. Once that's done, we send our emissaries through, and wait for them to get back. Just be sure to keep the switch set to on."
…
"Why is there even an 'on' switch?" Jim asked, holding the device up for emphasis.
Sarah facepalmed. "Because, Jim, the detonator has a beacon in it that's going to let Karax know to warp us back onto the Spear of Adun, and drop us down to help Artanis if the situation calls for it?"
…
Zeoticus's eyes momentarily widened in realization. "Oh! Okay, yes I see now. That actually makes perfect sense. Son, I say go for it. We can only benefit."
The young Gremory gulped, and held the device in his hand. "Alright…"
…
"Here goes nothin'..."
Jim watched as the remains of the Amon shard began to settle after it's plummet. The plan had worked: his marines and hellions softened up the main Protoss forces while Sarah's zerg dove right in to clean up, while his vikings and tanks took out key targets. Now it was onto their final phase of the plan.
He brought up his communicator, pinging his favorite engineer. "Alright Swann, it's microwavin' time!"
The bearded dwarf almost jumped with glee on the video feed. "Never thought I'd hear the day, buddy! One Amon Omelette, comin' right up!" The call ended, and soon the Spear of Adun came into view. It's main gun battery was currently winding up to launch an obnoxiously large nuke with a tag sprayed on the front that said "Hey bitch :)".
While the Adun headed into position, Sarah and Jim regrouped their forces with a Battered but alive Artanis and his Templar at the middle ground. From there, they could see The last bastion of Amon's forces, guarding the evil monster himself.
Sarah looked over at her ex-lover nervously, "Jim…"
...
Energy had began to pour from the halo as a blue rift began to swirl into place within its confines, kicking winds up in all directions. It took a tremendous effort, but the Underworld nobles were able to shield themselves with their powers.
Venelana looked over at Azazel with concern, one arm shielding her face. "Are you sure this is going to work?!" She yelled over the noise.
...
"I'm positive!" Jim answered back, as he butted down an Amon Marauder, and gave his face a ballistic makeover. He was about to add a snarky comment, when he lost all humor at the sight before him.
Sarah was in the middle of tearing apart a high templar with her bladed wings, when a possessed Thor mech tank came rumbling toward her. He could almost see the giant round loaded in its hand cannon. "Sarah, duck!" Yelled Jim, as he prepared his gorgon launcher.
…
"Ducks? Hahaha, why are there ducks here?!" Azazel cried out, nearly falling over in laughter. Indeed, there was a small family of ducks walking past them, as if heading for the portal themselves.
Zeoticus smacked the fallen leader upside the head, pinching his nose in annoyance.
…
"Pay attention, cowboy! We're about to hit warp 8!" Yelled Swann, hammering away at the Adun's controls, next to a stressed out Karax. Sarah, Artanis, and Jim all held onto railing that sat as braces on the bridge.
The frustrated phase smith looked over at swann confusedly. "Architect Swann, I don't believe that's how protoss engineering works. If I may,-"
Jim stepped forward, cutting Karax off. "No time, look!" He pointed at the view-screen, showing Amon himself as he began to erupt with unstable energy. "Looks like that nuke did the trick!"
...
Azazel clapped his hands, ushering the emissaries forward. "Alright everyone, hang onto your hats!"
Venelana, having enough with his antics, stepped angrily forward. "To the portal. just...:"
...
"...Go..!" Yelled Artanis, squeezing the two engineers' shoulders as they worked to increase the Adun's speed.
...
"...Already!" She had had enough, her patience was now thinner than her shaved pubic hair.
…
Everyone screamed as the Adun hit through the wavering portal, every inch of them being shaken at the atomic level. Everyone screamed in unison as their view began to show green mountains. "aaaaaAAAAAA…."
…
"...AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Azazel screamed, as Venelana burned his ass with her power of destruction. Not enough to kill, but to make her point across. A very vivid point across said Fallen's ass cheek.
Suddenly, the winds stopped, and the portal sat still.
Sirzechs looked around, "What? It stopped? The portal must have stabil-"
With a deafening roar a glistening golden behemoth that looked somewhere between one of Venelana's secret self-pleasure toys, and one of Azazel's favorite ancient lances, veered straight out of the portal and past the stunned entourage.
They all ducked in time, though it was still high above them. They watched as it did a loop around the Gremory estate, and then careened back down into the field behind the portal. The resounding effect was an explosion of dirt and golden alloy, shaking the earth as if a new rift were being torn under their very feet.
After the dust cleared and everyone's ears stopped ringing, only Zeoticus had enough recovery time to comment.
"Holy shit."
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