Through the Darkness
The Siege Tank rumbled to a halt. The side pontoons embedded in soil, and the impressive Arclite Shock Cannon deployed, replacing the twin 80's. There emblazoned commanded insignia on the side warned possible enemies this was no ordinary tank. The sight of such a weapon struck fear deep into the heart of the opposition. Suddenly, the powerful piece of Artillery started firing, throwing the enemy Zerg forces into chaos. This inspired the Terran troops to charge forward, vanquishing the Zerg army, punching innumerable holes in their lines. Even as more tanks, and even Vultures and Goliaths appeared to support the Terran infantry, the battle had already been won, the Terran victory maked by a sea of Zerg Blood and Carcasses. On their return to the Barracks and Vehicle Hangar, the pilot of the tank stepped out. It was the legendary commander of the Mechanized "Maverick" contingent of Raynors Raiders. His company consisted of numerous Siege Tanks, Goliaths, Vultures and even some SCVs and Marines. The highly decorated squadron had several victories to their credit over the Zerg and the UED, receiving several commendations from Jim Raynor himself. This time, he was working against the forces of the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan. He spoke to his boys, "We smoked them!!! Lets get some showers and a hot meal! I want to get out of this Battle Armor this instant. statistics?" "We suffered minimal losses. Just three Vultures were lost to Hydralisks burrowed in ambush," reported a junior Lieutenant, Michael Smith. "Enemy casualties?" asked Tran. "Extreme. They lost over 400 of their less powerful units to us, and 153 high-end units succumbed to our big guns." "Good. At least they'll remember to stay in bed or what ever pile of shit they sleep in the next time they hear mechanized units coming and someone says 'Maverick'. Structures?" "We razed 27 and the infantry finished the rest." "OK!!! Give my order to your troops!!!" Brandon bellowed to his subordinate officers, "No more MREs today and shower time is extended 5 extra minutes!!! Your troops are dismissed. Meet me in the Mess Hall in an hour." A wave of dismay rolled over the battalion of Marines when they found that the food would be no better than MREs. "Just playing!!!! Meet me near the Officers Quarters and we'll get some real food where the commanding officers eat!! The stuff fit for a General, and the smokes fit for a king in the dispensers there, to all you tobacco addicts! DISMISSED!!!" A roar of delight sprung up and the Marines sauntered off to the Barracks to get out of the CMC-300 battle armor they had been wearing all day and get the precious extra five minutes of shower.
The Siege Tank rumbled to a halt. The side pontoons embedded in soil, and the impressive Arclite Shock Cannon deployed, replacing the twin 80's. There emblazoned commanded insignia on the side warned possible enemies this was no ordinary tank. The sight of such a weapon struck fear deep into the heart of the opposition. Suddenly, the powerful piece of Artillery started firing, throwing the enemy Zerg forces into chaos. This inspired the Terran troops to charge forward, vanquishing the Zerg army, punching innumerable holes in their lines. Even as more tanks, and even Vultures and Goliaths appeared to support the Terran infantry, the battle had already been won, the Terran victory maked by a sea of Zerg Blood and Carcasses. On their return to the Barracks and Vehicle Hangar, the pilot of the tank stepped out. It was the legendary commander of the Mechanized "Maverick" contingent of Raynors Raiders. His company consisted of numerous Siege Tanks, Goliaths, Vultures and even some SCVs and Marines. The highly decorated squadron had several victories to their credit over the Zerg and the UED, receiving several commendations from Jim Raynor himself. This time, he was working against the forces of the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan. He spoke to his boys, "We smoked them!!! Lets get some showers and a hot meal! I want to get out of this Battle Armor this instant. statistics?" "We suffered minimal losses. Just three Vultures were lost to Hydralisks burrowed in ambush," reported a junior Lieutenant, Michael Smith. "Enemy casualties?" asked Tran. "Extreme. They lost over 400 of their less powerful units to us, and 153 high-end units succumbed to our big guns." "Good. At least they'll remember to stay in bed or what ever pile of shit they sleep in the next time they hear mechanized units coming and someone says 'Maverick'. Structures?" "We razed 27 and the infantry finished the rest." "OK!!! Give my order to your troops!!!" Brandon bellowed to his subordinate officers, "No more MREs today and shower time is extended 5 extra minutes!!! Your troops are dismissed. Meet me in the Mess Hall in an hour." A wave of dismay rolled over the battalion of Marines when they found that the food would be no better than MREs. "Just playing!!!! Meet me near the Officers Quarters and we'll get some real food where the commanding officers eat!! The stuff fit for a General, and the smokes fit for a king in the dispensers there, to all you tobacco addicts! DISMISSED!!!" A roar of delight sprung up and the Marines sauntered off to the Barracks to get out of the CMC-300 battle armor they had been wearing all day and get the precious extra five minutes of shower.