Author's Notes: I only own what I list at the end of the chapter, nothing else. If I list something else as somebody else's, then I do not own that either.
StarCraft and everything from the StarCraft universe belongs to Blizzard.
Also, this story is based on if you choose Tosh over Nova during a mission which either grants you Specter or Ghost units in StarCraft 2: Wings of Liberty. Also, this is set between Wings of Liberty and Heart of the Swarm.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Over a Dominion Industrial Planet, a Dominion defense fleet is going by standard protocol: make sure nothing without authorization gets to the planet below, whether it be civilian, Zerg, or Protoss. Some of them questioned the idea of shooting civilian ships out of the sky but they kept quiet about that because of how they could find themselves either going to prison or with a bullet in the back of their head for treason.
The defense force comprised of 75 Battlecruisers with 180 Viking coverage with about 75 Wraiths for backup. They also had an experimental defense station that was about the size of six Battlecruiser stacked on top of each other but twice as long as one. The ship had enough firepower to destroy any rebel fleet it encountered and it even had a shielding system reverse-engineered from...liberated Protoss technology.
"All clear in Sector Five Dash Two." came the voice of a Wraith pilot before his ship was atomized by a single missile hitting it and the entire orbital defense fleet readied for what was coming and from the vastness of space, hundreds, if not thousands of unknown ships appeared from swirling vortexes of blue energy.
"Sir, we have ships of unknown origin jumping in. We can't raise them and they show no sign of doing anything to respond. They're just...waiting." said one of the deck officers to the commanding officer aboard the defense station.
"Prepare for anything. Are the shields charged?" said the commander glaring at the unknown ships.
"Yes."
"Are all weapons charged and loaded?"
"Yes sir."
"Then we should be able to get through this."
Suddenly, another blue vortex opened up and a ship that was roughly 8 times the size of a Battlecruiser with three hangars and a ribcage like underbelly design, exited the vortex. The ship appeared to just be armed to the teeth as the front of the ship seemed to be made into a jaw with a hook-like design which slowly opened and red energy began arcing around the inside of the "mouth".
"All hands prepare for impact! Increase forward shield power!" yelled the commander and the crew scrambled to do so.
After roughly two minutes of charging, the ship fired and a red beam shot towards the station, hitting 25 Battlecruisers, 20 Vikings, and only five Wraiths before hitting the station itself yet not a single ship was destroyed even though the beam cut right through all of them. After five minutes of firing, the beam died down and the ship's "mouth" closed.
"H-how did that not destroy-" began the commander before he stopped and turned into cosmic dust followed by everyone onboard and then the station itself. The 25 Battlecruisers, 20 Vikings, and the five Wraiths also turned to cosmic dust.
The alien ships began engaging the remaining Dominion defenders soon after the ships that had turned to dust had disappeared off sensors and within minutes all but one severely damaged Battlecruiser was destroyed. Said Battlecruiser barely made the jump out of the system as the strain on its hull had nearly torn it apart.
Without the orbital defenses, the defenders on the ground barely survived the first wave of the alien attacks as they began landing troops via drop-pod onto the surface and by the fourth wave, only 15% of the defenders were still alive and only 5% of the civilian worker population was still alive.
The alien invaders had begun constructing a base inside the ruins of the completely obliterated city, forcing the remnants to fight for their lives in the remains of the Space Port, the Marines at the front as they laid down a defensive hail of pulse rifle rounds on the advancing aliens and the civilians use whatever was at their disposal from crowbars to Molotov cocktail incendiary explosives to shotguns but after only twenty minutes, they too were slaughtered bringing the system under the aliens control in under less than 24 hours.
The total death toll was 80 billion with only a single Battlecruiser crew surviving, most of said crew being dead and with only a third of said crew being able to operate the ship.
Gabriel Tosh shot awake in a cold sweat, the nightmare he had just had seemingly too real for it to just be a nightmare. Getting up, he went over to the sink in his room and splashed cold water on his face and looked into the mirror before he jumped back in shock and shook his head clear and blinked before he closed them and after a few moments, he opened them again and he looked around cautiously.
"That was no dream..." muttered the Specter leader to himself before he got ready and headed out to talk to Jim Raynor, leader of Raynor's Raiders.
END CHAPTER
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