Author's note: This is a story based on the Starcraft universe, but after the actual storyline. Having said this, I have added things such as planets that were not in the actual game. I hope this does not discourage you from reading.
-MtMcEachran
Starcraft: The Inferno
Chapter 1
Michael woke up from a sound coming outside of his bunker.
"Fuck" he said, getting up from his sitting position against the wall. He had fallen asleep while 'Guarding' his bunker. "I can't believe I got stranded on this God forsaken world."
The sound was coming from the bunker door. Michael looked around the bunker. In the last few days he had tried to make this bunker his new home, repairing whatever was necessary and clearing out all of its former inhabitants. Michael walked up to the door, aimed his Impaler, and opened the door. When he opened it, he pulled the trigger, letting out a flurry of spikes that shredded a smaller zergling apart.
"Well that takes care of that problem," he said to himself as he looked at the dead zergling. He dragged the body to the pile he had started with the bunker residents.
Michael was a soldier of the Dominion, although he didn't hold much power as he had been demoted to private. He was on his homeworld of Lauclite which had been abandoned by the Dominion after a Zerg attack on the planet. The military had pulled out and left his squad with no escape, most of which later died. The only one from his squad he knew was alive was himself, although he and a firebat had parted ways earlier, he was sure that he was dead. All of this led to him finding a bunker and adopting it as his own.
Once Michael finished moving the body of the now deceased zergling, he travelled back to his bunker, determined to finish the nap he was taking. That nap, however, would have to wait, as Michael heard battle start nearby. He scanned the horizon and saw it, a marauder was being attacked by a small group of zerglings.
Michael ran toward the battle, and when he was in firing range, unloaded the rest of his Impaler clip into the group of assaulting Zerg killing a few. He reloading and attracted some of the zerglings away from the marauder, taking down each and every one with a few well placed shots to their ugly Zerg faces.
Once the zerglings were dealt with, Michael walked up to the now damaged Marauder.
"Hey, thanks for the help back there," said the Marauder, "My name's Jackson, or just Jack."
"Nice to meet you Jack," Michael said holding out his hand, which was shaken by the rocket hand of the Marauder. "Let's head on back to my shelter and we can talk more when we arrive."
With that, the two headed back toward the bunker with little conversation between the two.