THE THREE COMBINED
BASED ON THE GAME STARCRAFT
DISCLAIMERThis story is solely for the amusement of the people who play the game created by Blizzard Entertainment(copyrighted), called Starcraft, and Starcraft: Brood War. This was not created to gain any profits for the author. With that said, here is the author's note. Akubar, Algiz, and all other characters not associated with the original game are of the author's imagination, drawn up solely for the purpose of writing an excellent story.
AUTHOR'S NOTEWell, let me try this again. Another year, another set of ideas. I am extremely glad to see my friend Chrono Cross Maniac, out there helping out the people new to fan fiction. Remember, I am REPLACING the Brood War scenario with this story. Right after the Last Battle, which is what I will use to refer to the Battle against the Overmind, and Fenix is still alive. I will do my best with names of planets, systems, broods, squadrons, and others. For now, I am using what I think is best. That is all. The style I will be using is this one, with the chapter headings in the middle and bold font.
PROLOGUE
"Uh, I could really use the evac, guys," spoke Sarah Kerrigan over her communication link, the ghost commanding the force sent by Arcturus Mengsk to stop the expeditionary force of the Protoss fleet from eliminating the Zerg from Tarsonis.
But right now, she was in trouble, for the Zerg colony she was defending had attacked her base, and she had forgotten to place adequate defense there. She had focused all but two siege tanks on the front of her base, to destroy the Protoss force as marines led them back to the base for extermination.
"God damn it, will you keep'em at bay for two seconds! I'm trying to catch us a ride outta here!" she screamed at her squad, as she blasted a Zergling, which fell over, missing pieces of its head.
She could hear Arcturus's orders through her com-link, and became confused. Why was he ordering people to jump? Wasn't he going to help her, after all that had happened? She grew more and more confused with each passing word. Why wasn't he coming for her?
Surely I had proven her loyalty, she thought, though her brain was in conflict. Yes, but that doesn't mean he's loyal to you, she contradicted. With that thought, she knew she must survive, and get back to him to ask him the questions that burned inside her. I just want to see him squirm as he tries to explain his position, as she smiled as she imagined the situation.
She breathed a sigh of relief as a single lone Dropship came flying overhead, from the southwest, and dropping in hard. The Zerg were too busy destroying her base to notice it.
The Dropship touched down, and Kerrigan ordered her battle guard onto it. Without orders, the captain of the ship took off, headed in the direction of the designated jump site. But, as soon as they flew past the Zerg encampment, three Scourges came out on intercept course. The Dropship pilot dodged two successfully, yet the third plowed into the hull, killing all of those onboard, including Kerrigan herself. The Dropship went into a spiraling freefall, and crashed directly behind the Zerg base.
Two Protoss units stood off to the west of Kerrigan's base, watching the destruction. They both were Dark Templar, and one seemed to be shaking his head, as though displeased with the results. They spoke to one another, as though trying to decide what went wrong for hours, as the Zerg stirred about them. Finally, one waved his sword in a peculiar fashion, and they both vanished from the surface of the planet.
Fenix walked around inside the temple, seeming as though waiting for something. He was pondering what had happened recently, what was the large force that had jumped into the Aiur system.
He heard something behind him. He turned, and saw a Zerg Hydralisk staring down on him, ready to charge and attack. He readied his psi-blades for the slaughter. Yet, he heard a strange noise, and dreaded the sight as he looked down. No psi-blades. He looked up just as the Hydralisk attacked, and became locked in a duel with the creature. His shields went down, and he blacked out.
Fenix woke up three hours later, lying down on a psionic hammock, being studied by a Probe. He immediately sat up, but was pushed back down with psychic bindings. He felt a pain in his abdomen. He looked down, and saw two Hydralisk claws sticking out, with green ooze dripping down. He then noticed that the claws included part of the creature's arms, and the arms looked as though they had been cut off at the exact point of his psionic shield barrier.
"Probe. What happened?" he asked of the Probe nurturing him.
"You were found lying on the floor of the temple. Your shields recharged at an unusual rate when you lost the reality touch. This is why I must thoroughly examine you," it said, in the usual robotic tone.
"How did my shields recharge? I can remember the foul beast attacking . . . and then nothing. Probe, what happened?" Fenix asked calmly.
"We are not sure, but your shields had been raised from a nearby and unseen force. And, we will be fitting you a Dragoon, so you are about to lose your reality touch again," the Probe said, and with that, Fenix fell under the blackness.
The end of the battle, finally over, ever since the Last Run of the Gantrithor, Tassadar's prized Carrier. The Zerg burned with the psycho-plasmic energy flowed from the Gantrithor, as it lumbered toward the Overmind, the brains behind the whole Zerg force. They lay there, only to be fed upon the few Zerg that were instructed to burrow in the Overmind's final moments. Those few left were now scavengers, waiting for death to take them. Each race rummaged through the dead, the Terrans searching for survivors and taking down the names of the barely recognizable dead, the Zerg feasting on their dead and half-dead, and the Protoss looking for survivors and honoring those who died.
It was aftermath peace, no Zerg nor Protoss nor Terran raised arms against each other, each species fixed upon clean-up. Most thought that the peace was a false one, waiting for something to attack, somebody out there to fight. But there was none, for right now, at the moment. All was peace, as all were sickened by it.
In the middle, the Overmind burned, a defeated enemy, in the double KO that took down another powerful creature. Tassadar. The one who had first discovered the other races, the impending doom upon the naïve Terrans, as the Zerg hurtled towards them in their Overlords. Tassadar's body seemed to be gone, destroyed in the crash, perhaps by the energy outflow, perhaps by the impact.
Zeratul and his clan had been assigned to clean-up duty. It was a horrible job. His Dark Templar grumbled about it at first, yet went to work with solemn expressions. They made their actions here quick, yearning to leave for home. Shakuras. The home unwanted, unwillingly given, unwillingly taken. Yet, this desolate dark world kept them, took them in, made them her own. Her and her moon, Kaakuras, meaning "everlasting darkness", as it was always in the shadow of Shakuras. The Darkness Pair. But, difference set them apart. There was life on Shakuras. On Kaakuras, there was none.
Zeratul had his head in conflict. Half of it spoke of Tassadar returning. This was his Hope side. His Logic side told him he was dead, killed from all the psycho-plasmic energy he emulated from his body. Zeratul had seen it, had felt it. He knew how much energy his friend had lost, seen as his fire became an ember, the ember, ash.
Yet, there was still a bubble of hope. Without hesitation, without reason, or logic, he started climbing the hill to the Overmind's final resting place. Up and up, he did not look down to see where he was going, and paid by tripping and stumbling over some boulders. He reached the top. He looked around, turning up boulders and stones, searching for anything. He saw something glint. He picked it up. It was a khaydrian talisman. He turned it over, and saw his friend's name embedded in Protoss written language. His hope died, the bubble of hope popped, deflating, gone. With a sad, disbelieving movement, he tucked it away in a cloak pocket. It was here he felt a small twinge of an energy signature, somewhere near the Braxis system. Then, it dissipated, and he had to believe it was imagined. His friend was gone, and he had work to do. He slowly got up, and went back to work.