Eternal Shadow Chapter 1
Stak stood on a cliff overlooking a bloody battlefield. Below, Zerg and Terran fought, killing, littering the ground with pieces of armor and mangled flesh. Above him, mutalisks fought wraiths, battlecruisers dueled with devourers, and a particularly deranged human was ripping a zergling to pieces with his bare hands, using it's still flailing limbs as weapons. However, none of that was Stak's concern. He had seen battles like such before, and as long as the combatants posed no threat to him, he would let them fight unaware of his presence. A slithering sound caught his ear, and he spun around. In front of him was a hydralisk, armored carapace pulled back to reveal it's deadly array of needle spines.
Stak was amused, did this creature think it could stop him? He watched it carefully, for the twitch of a muscle that would reveal when the spines would shoot. There, and a blur of motion. He reached out and grabbed one of the spines heading for his body, and dodged the rest. Then, using the needle as a dagger, he charged the beast, slashing and cutting with terrible speed until only the head still had any flesh on it. Then, he grabbed the head with both hands, and pushed in until it began to cave, leaving two palmprints embedded in it's skull. He walked towards the battlefield, looking forward to the duel to come.
A mangled, shredded body was laying on the examination table. A doctor circled, taking notice of details, mentioning them to the assistants. "A dead hybrid, half human, half zerg, one of Kerrigan's elite fighters, no doubt. And look here, right where the wing was broken, there seems to be a human handprint. But what human could have done this? And look, it's claws are coated in something green. Get a sample!" The doctor turned the corpse over, and revealed deep abrasions across the side. "Probable cause of death, all the internal organs destroyed, looks like the wounds were caused by sandstorms, but that can't be. The specimen was taken from an ice planet, only snow and a thin atmosphere." The doctor heard no reply, and turned around. One of his aides lay on the floor, a deep cut across his back, and the tattered uniform of his other aide was beside the body. Terrified, the doctor ran for the door. A clawed finger shot out, catching him in the face, and four more quickly followed. From the ceiling dropped his other aide, landing perfectly on her feet, all claws extended to their max. A second later, she was the only one standing, and the vivisected doctor was scattered about the room. She retracted her claws and wings, and ran, her turn to be terrified, for if something could kill one of the Queen's elite guard, there was no telling what it could do to a infiltrator.
Stak saw it all, he had stood next to the hybrid as she killed the doctor, and had read her thoughts as well, although he was hidden to them all. She would run away from the city, and find her way to a border world, to re-contact her queen, the infamous queen of blades. Out of curiosity, perhaps, or to protect his half-kin from the hybrid, he decided to follow. He did not know what he was to do, but he knew that it was best that he not reveal his presence until he needed to.
Stak stood on a cliff overlooking a bloody battlefield. Below, Zerg and Terran fought, killing, littering the ground with pieces of armor and mangled flesh. Above him, mutalisks fought wraiths, battlecruisers dueled with devourers, and a particularly deranged human was ripping a zergling to pieces with his bare hands, using it's still flailing limbs as weapons. However, none of that was Stak's concern. He had seen battles like such before, and as long as the combatants posed no threat to him, he would let them fight unaware of his presence. A slithering sound caught his ear, and he spun around. In front of him was a hydralisk, armored carapace pulled back to reveal it's deadly array of needle spines.
Stak was amused, did this creature think it could stop him? He watched it carefully, for the twitch of a muscle that would reveal when the spines would shoot. There, and a blur of motion. He reached out and grabbed one of the spines heading for his body, and dodged the rest. Then, using the needle as a dagger, he charged the beast, slashing and cutting with terrible speed until only the head still had any flesh on it. Then, he grabbed the head with both hands, and pushed in until it began to cave, leaving two palmprints embedded in it's skull. He walked towards the battlefield, looking forward to the duel to come.
A mangled, shredded body was laying on the examination table. A doctor circled, taking notice of details, mentioning them to the assistants. "A dead hybrid, half human, half zerg, one of Kerrigan's elite fighters, no doubt. And look here, right where the wing was broken, there seems to be a human handprint. But what human could have done this? And look, it's claws are coated in something green. Get a sample!" The doctor turned the corpse over, and revealed deep abrasions across the side. "Probable cause of death, all the internal organs destroyed, looks like the wounds were caused by sandstorms, but that can't be. The specimen was taken from an ice planet, only snow and a thin atmosphere." The doctor heard no reply, and turned around. One of his aides lay on the floor, a deep cut across his back, and the tattered uniform of his other aide was beside the body. Terrified, the doctor ran for the door. A clawed finger shot out, catching him in the face, and four more quickly followed. From the ceiling dropped his other aide, landing perfectly on her feet, all claws extended to their max. A second later, she was the only one standing, and the vivisected doctor was scattered about the room. She retracted her claws and wings, and ran, her turn to be terrified, for if something could kill one of the Queen's elite guard, there was no telling what it could do to a infiltrator.
Stak saw it all, he had stood next to the hybrid as she killed the doctor, and had read her thoughts as well, although he was hidden to them all. She would run away from the city, and find her way to a border world, to re-contact her queen, the infamous queen of blades. Out of curiosity, perhaps, or to protect his half-kin from the hybrid, he decided to follow. He did not know what he was to do, but he knew that it was best that he not reveal his presence until he needed to.