Spawns of War
A decade has pasted since the Zerg were completely annihilated by the combined forces of the Terrans and Protoss after the war and peace reigned in the universe. That is, until a Terran uprising was mustered. A elite organization of Terrans known as the Terrgoss illegally fled to the barren, desert world known as Kacon. These Terran believed that it was the Zerg who were destined to rule the universe and they would do anything to make it so. Soon they were discovered to be using a combined method of Protoss and Terran technology to make genetically engineered creations. They were all immediately shipped to the Protoss prison world of Korment and were sentenced there for the rest of their life. But as soon as the Terrgoss were imprisoned the Protoss discovered that was only a few of the Terrgoss, the hard way. A nuclear missile identified as a Terrgoss weapon struck a Protoss base on the planet Fascal Zen, sending the city into eternal oblivion. Now the Terran and Protoss must combine forces to stop the reanimation of the Zerg and the end of peace.
The drop ship moved in slowly, approaching the Protoss city. Photon cannons were scattered upon the walls in a perfect pattern, allowing no entrance. Good for them they had managed to bring a cloaking device along or they may have never breached the gate. The scenery was magnificent. Pylons were everywhere and the craftsmanship of the buildings were remarkable. At the very center of the city lay a nexus like none ever seen before. Zealots, High Templar, and Dark Templar patrolled the grounds while civilians walked across the grand streets.
But this was not their purpose. What they were flying to was what lay right next to the Nexus. It appeared like a large pylon stuck into the ground. The city of Korment was really something to behold.
From the cockpit the pilot spoke through a speaker.
"We have the target in sight." he said. "Preparing to drop ghosts."
Slowly the drop ship lowered its altitude, still approaching the giant pylon. Soon they were twenty feet above the ground. There the drop ship stopped and opened into doors. From it jumped two ghosts, armed and ready.
"Come now Jack!" one ghosts uttered to the drop ship as another ghost stood at its doorway.
"We must keep a low profile! Now hurry!" said the second ghosts on the ground.
Then a blue plasma blast shot out of nowhere at the drop ship. It was a direct hit and the ghost aboard it fell and landed his head on the ground. With fire emitting from the right side of the drop ship, it began to float to the ground. But another shot fired at it, this time destroying it completely.
"Jack!" shouted the first ghost.
"Never mind that!" announced the other ghost while looking toward a dark ally.
From the shadowed ally a large figure with multiple legs walked into the light. Its size was half the size of their drop ship. Below its body revolved many plasma cannons.
"Oh shit!" cried the ghost closest to it. "A dragoon!"
The revolving cannons stopped, one facing that ghost. He jumped out of the way just in time to miss the blast that came from the cannon. The other ghost fired at it with all his might. The bullets hit the main body, but seemed to have no effect.
"Foolish Terran." bellowed the dragoon as it fired again and again.
But fortunately the blasts missed, and the two ghost managed to get away. As they fled, the dragoon shot a red blast up into the sky, setting off a red flare. Soon the entire city was in mass panic and chaos. Zealots searched every ally while dragoons searched the streets. But the two ghosts managed to get to the giant pylon in safety.
"Now what?" said the first ghost as they hid behind the wall surrounding the pylon.
"We attack the main guards and then split up." said the second. "As soon as the coordinates have been set we will contact each other."
They then snuck to the entrance of the gate and stood there, just out of Protoss site.
"Ready..." they said in unison. "Go!"
Both of them leap from their hiding place and fired everything they had on the four Zealots guarding the entrance. As soon as all four fell to the ground dead, they ran inside. Almost immediately they came to a fork in the hallway and they chose directions.
The first ghost ran down the hallway for his life. No ghost had ever managed to breach Protoss security like this. But after ten minutes of running he froze. There, about thirty yards down the hall, came a reaver. Its large, centipede like body was plump, similar to a beetle. It crawled its way in the ghost's direction. Quickly, as if a reflex, he cloaked himself. The reaver then passed him with no notice of his existence. Afterwards he continued to run down the seemingly endless hall. Zealots and reavers passed by without notice as he continued his way deeper and deeper into the building.
But his search came to an end. He exited the halls and looked upon a large crystal that was connected to Protoss technology. Within the crystal hovered countless Terran units with the Terrgoss crest upon their shoulders. Beside the crystal were many Terran vehicles and aircrafts, also bearing the crest of the Terrgoss. He had finally made it to the prison cells of Korment.
The ghost then went to a bunch of multi-colored orbs that protruded from the gate to the crystal's inside. He looked at his left arm and read out loud the code.
"Adun Selaha!" he announced to the orbs.
The orbs then turned random colors and sank into the prison. The gate was slowly opening.
"Now where is Fred?" he thought to himself.
"Antara Adun!" announced another voice.
The gate then stopped and closed back up. The orbs arose from within the wall. As the ghost looked to turn around he saw Fred. Fred stood by the entrance to the hallway that he came from. But the voice that keep the gate from opening was not Fred's voice. It was then the ghost noticed that Fred was standing still, perfectly still.
"Fred?" he stuttered.
Fred then dropped to the ground. He was dead. But behind him was another figure. Its face was painted in black and white strips. From its wrists protruded plasma sabers, much like the Zealots. The ghost had come face to face with a Dark Templar.
You wanna know what happens next? You're gonna have to read the next chapter to find out!
To be continued...
A decade has pasted since the Zerg were completely annihilated by the combined forces of the Terrans and Protoss after the war and peace reigned in the universe. That is, until a Terran uprising was mustered. A elite organization of Terrans known as the Terrgoss illegally fled to the barren, desert world known as Kacon. These Terran believed that it was the Zerg who were destined to rule the universe and they would do anything to make it so. Soon they were discovered to be using a combined method of Protoss and Terran technology to make genetically engineered creations. They were all immediately shipped to the Protoss prison world of Korment and were sentenced there for the rest of their life. But as soon as the Terrgoss were imprisoned the Protoss discovered that was only a few of the Terrgoss, the hard way. A nuclear missile identified as a Terrgoss weapon struck a Protoss base on the planet Fascal Zen, sending the city into eternal oblivion. Now the Terran and Protoss must combine forces to stop the reanimation of the Zerg and the end of peace.
The drop ship moved in slowly, approaching the Protoss city. Photon cannons were scattered upon the walls in a perfect pattern, allowing no entrance. Good for them they had managed to bring a cloaking device along or they may have never breached the gate. The scenery was magnificent. Pylons were everywhere and the craftsmanship of the buildings were remarkable. At the very center of the city lay a nexus like none ever seen before. Zealots, High Templar, and Dark Templar patrolled the grounds while civilians walked across the grand streets.
But this was not their purpose. What they were flying to was what lay right next to the Nexus. It appeared like a large pylon stuck into the ground. The city of Korment was really something to behold.
From the cockpit the pilot spoke through a speaker.
"We have the target in sight." he said. "Preparing to drop ghosts."
Slowly the drop ship lowered its altitude, still approaching the giant pylon. Soon they were twenty feet above the ground. There the drop ship stopped and opened into doors. From it jumped two ghosts, armed and ready.
"Come now Jack!" one ghosts uttered to the drop ship as another ghost stood at its doorway.
"We must keep a low profile! Now hurry!" said the second ghosts on the ground.
Then a blue plasma blast shot out of nowhere at the drop ship. It was a direct hit and the ghost aboard it fell and landed his head on the ground. With fire emitting from the right side of the drop ship, it began to float to the ground. But another shot fired at it, this time destroying it completely.
"Jack!" shouted the first ghost.
"Never mind that!" announced the other ghost while looking toward a dark ally.
From the shadowed ally a large figure with multiple legs walked into the light. Its size was half the size of their drop ship. Below its body revolved many plasma cannons.
"Oh shit!" cried the ghost closest to it. "A dragoon!"
The revolving cannons stopped, one facing that ghost. He jumped out of the way just in time to miss the blast that came from the cannon. The other ghost fired at it with all his might. The bullets hit the main body, but seemed to have no effect.
"Foolish Terran." bellowed the dragoon as it fired again and again.
But fortunately the blasts missed, and the two ghost managed to get away. As they fled, the dragoon shot a red blast up into the sky, setting off a red flare. Soon the entire city was in mass panic and chaos. Zealots searched every ally while dragoons searched the streets. But the two ghosts managed to get to the giant pylon in safety.
"Now what?" said the first ghost as they hid behind the wall surrounding the pylon.
"We attack the main guards and then split up." said the second. "As soon as the coordinates have been set we will contact each other."
They then snuck to the entrance of the gate and stood there, just out of Protoss site.
"Ready..." they said in unison. "Go!"
Both of them leap from their hiding place and fired everything they had on the four Zealots guarding the entrance. As soon as all four fell to the ground dead, they ran inside. Almost immediately they came to a fork in the hallway and they chose directions.
The first ghost ran down the hallway for his life. No ghost had ever managed to breach Protoss security like this. But after ten minutes of running he froze. There, about thirty yards down the hall, came a reaver. Its large, centipede like body was plump, similar to a beetle. It crawled its way in the ghost's direction. Quickly, as if a reflex, he cloaked himself. The reaver then passed him with no notice of his existence. Afterwards he continued to run down the seemingly endless hall. Zealots and reavers passed by without notice as he continued his way deeper and deeper into the building.
But his search came to an end. He exited the halls and looked upon a large crystal that was connected to Protoss technology. Within the crystal hovered countless Terran units with the Terrgoss crest upon their shoulders. Beside the crystal were many Terran vehicles and aircrafts, also bearing the crest of the Terrgoss. He had finally made it to the prison cells of Korment.
The ghost then went to a bunch of multi-colored orbs that protruded from the gate to the crystal's inside. He looked at his left arm and read out loud the code.
"Adun Selaha!" he announced to the orbs.
The orbs then turned random colors and sank into the prison. The gate was slowly opening.
"Now where is Fred?" he thought to himself.
"Antara Adun!" announced another voice.
The gate then stopped and closed back up. The orbs arose from within the wall. As the ghost looked to turn around he saw Fred. Fred stood by the entrance to the hallway that he came from. But the voice that keep the gate from opening was not Fred's voice. It was then the ghost noticed that Fred was standing still, perfectly still.
"Fred?" he stuttered.
Fred then dropped to the ground. He was dead. But behind him was another figure. Its face was painted in black and white strips. From its wrists protruded plasma sabers, much like the Zealots. The ghost had come face to face with a Dark Templar.
You wanna know what happens next? You're gonna have to read the next chapter to find out!
To be continued...
