Starcraft: VErdana 7
by Arris Nyte
NOTE: All characters, units and names of unite belong to Blizzard and its starcraft game. I, in no way, take credit for these names.
"Last stop, Verdana 7!" The crewman yelled. Kevin looked up. It had been three days of planetary travel. Jumping from freighter to cruiser to carrier had made him realize his own nomadic existance. He was a ghost, a psychic trained to fight for the terrans. Unfortunately, he found out about his gift too late in his training. Looking doen upon that dark planet below made him remeber the incident far too well.
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"He's too far into the training!" Raynor had yelled. The marshall had taken an interest in this boy, and had him bumped up to special ops marine and firebat training under none other than himself. Now the marshall's only superior, Admiral Vendt, was pulling hi out. Something about "Psychic prowess..."
"To hell with his powers, he's a marine and you know it!" the marshal argued.
"I agree with Raynor. He accomplishes missions with a cold decisive marine mind, not some psychic overthinking." Raynor's friend, a firebat high commander, Montag had joined in.
"While I accept all of this as the truth, it is irrelevant. The boy displays telepathic ability and must go into ghost training programs to develop his other skills." The admiral started, "Unless you can offer a better plan I will take him."
The two teachers looked at each other for a moment, then to the admiral. "We can..." Raynor said, "We can..."
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"Williams!" Belted a drill seargent.
"Sir, yes Sir!" Replied Kevin. He found out later that he was to bunk with the ghost squadron on the planet. Apparently despite his training, Kevin was still only to be treated as a psychic tool, not a soldier.
Kevin chuckled to himself silently. "Ghost" he thought. "Spectre is more like it." Kevin had taken the callsign Spectre months ago, after hearing a story about a ghost and a spectre from old Earth. Apparently, while the ghost could mess up its surroundings and make all the noise it wanted, it couldn't directly kill you. The spectre could.
Upon reaching his bunkpost, a notice was posted by the door. Tonight, on his first night on the dark jungle planet, he was requested for night patrol duty with a small garrison. It would be a long night....
What'd you think? I'll come out with more parts later. I'm thinking about including a talking Artificial Intelligent Goliath unit/mini-mech. Email me with ideas.