Hello, I'm Nick Dahdah.
A Zealot walked down the Hall, having somewhere to go, so he was walking rather fast. He didn't want to get distracted, so he didn't talk to anyone on the way. He just nodded to them, and kept walking.
He walked to a point in the hall, when suddenly; a Hydralisk jumped down, and attacked him. He tried to activate his Psi blades, but his face was gone before he could get them up. The Hydralisk dragged off the armor after it was done.
That was only one Zealot lost. As opposed to the hundreds that were in the war below.
ZVP
Zerg vs. Protoss
1
On a barren battlefield below, with the sun setting over the field, Zealots, Dragoons, reavers, high Templars, and Archons fought against hordes of Zerglings, Hydralisks, Ultraliks, infested Terran, and defilers. Arbiters, scouts, and Battleships fought against swarms of Mutalisks, Scourge, and Queens.
They spaned on for miles to the side, and even more to the ends of their armies.
Zealots cut through Hydralisks and Zerglings, Ultralisks cut down Dragoons, Mutalisks shot down Arbiters, Scourge sacrificed themselves for the swarm, and Battleships shot down their enemies.
As this Hell raged beneath them, tow Protoss stood on the bridge of their command ship. It was in High orbit over the Planet, and they were here to finally vanquish the Zerg. They had brought their entire Army to Char. They had negotiated with Kerrigan, and she agreed to have every Zerg here on the Planet. Which, she of course lied, and they had several scouting parties out now, eradicating any outposts of Zerg they found. So far, 123, on ten Planets.
These two Protoss were elegantly dressed in the finest battle armor. Gold within gold, with capes dressed over their shoulders, long on side and short on the other. They had weapons on them, but they were well hidden, and would be hard to find.
The one on the left, commander Sorstasie, who had white skin with blue eyes and a sharp chin, looked at his companion, commander Farondoss, who had green skin, with orange eyes, and n outward pointed chin with dreadlocks over his shoulders, and said "Commander, These Zerg are converging upon us. What shall we do?" Sorstasie's voice was rather soft , inexperienced.
Farondoss slowly turned his head, and looked at Sorstasie. His voice was deep, war torn and vicious. "Keep up. We can hold out for a little longer. I have some surprises in store anyway. Do not underestimate them." With that, he turned his head.
"Okay."
As Hell broke loose, one Zealot stood out. There was nothing special about this Zealot. He wore the same yellow armor as the other, the same psi blades, yet, he could kill more efficiently. Why? Nobody knows. Nobody really knew he existed. His family did of course, and several friends who were probably dead now, but other than that, he was nothing. But, he had already killed several hundred Zerg, and was now attacking an Ultralisk.
He put up his Psi Blades, blocked an attack form the Ulatra's tusks, and jabbed under its belly. The tusks came down again, but he put up his Psi Blades to defend himself. He cut open the Ultra's stomach, which spewed red blood, and hit the ground an rolled away as its foot came down and tried to stomp him. He jumped to his feet, faced the sonofabitch, and charged him.
He thrust up his right psi Blade as one of the tusks came down. He chopped it off with the other one. Then, the other tusk came at him. He didn't have time to react, so it hit him. But, his heavy shielding protected him. After that, he swung his psi blade around, but was hit again, this time, his shield was gone. He ducked under the Ultralisk, and ran his psi blade along the beat's underside. Blood and food spilled out, covering him because of his shield loss. He came out the other end, but a foot came down and stomped him. It lifted again, and he scrambled out. Then, the Ultralisk stumbled a bit, and finally fell over. Dead. The Zealot looked forward and saw a Hydralisk over him. Then, the Hydralisk ripped his face off.
The forward Zealots had now formed a line, and where stabbing their opponents, but strangely not killing them. It took the Zerg a minute to realize they'd been hurt. This strategy failed however, as they were soon all killed, and the line behind them had to break up.
A Mutalisk was chasing down an arbiter; constantly shooting at it to weaken its shield, but it would have none of it. As the Arbiter flew o, several scouts came up behind the Mutalisk, and killed it.
Interceptors buzzed about as Scouge homed in for the Kill. They sustained a lotta damage, but still managed to hit the carriers. Wave after wave of this, and one of the carriers finally went down. It crashed into the army of Protoss, killing a lot, but the Zerg paid no attention.
Then, on the sides of the battle, the Zerg came in, and started to swarm them in from all sides.
High up in the Protoss lead ship, the commanders looked at this.
"What do we do?" Sorstasie asked.
"I don't know…" Farondoss said.
Then, several bleeps appeared on the Protoss radar screen. A new fleet was coming- but was it friendly?
Okay. That's the first chapter. I'll write more next week. I have several other projects in mind. Please R&R!