"Here were are, Chau Sara!" The driver called as he drove his rusty old buggy down the lush jungles to Los Andares. The reddish dirt road specked with yellow rocks zoomed beneath our vehicle. Kenneth continuously adjusted his armor and gripped his C-14 rifle with his sweaty hands. Protoss will be attacking this base soon, and I am one of the hundreds of marines who will defend this land against the savage zealots and dragoons. How did I get in this situation you ask? After I was sent to prison for attempted robbery two months ago, I was then recruited as a marine to assist others like me in battle. I gazed into the thick trees, wondering how the expensive sunwood was even obtained from these enormous trees. I dozed off dreaming that I am enjoying a warm meal with my family at home. "Get up," screamed my mother all of a sudden. She started shaking me vigorously. I woke up in the middle of panic. "LOOK!" I stared at a shuttle wreckage, sparks streaming out of the insides. Our group hesitated to check it at first, but one of us found the courage to chuck a rock inside. Nothing. We decided to move on when a sudden jolt of light burst out of the debris rolling everywhere. The first time I see a zealot standing before me. Before anyone could react to this commotion, the zealot lunged at one of our fellow soldiers tearing him apart with the blade in its arm. Everyone unloaded bullets after bullets, yet the zealot was flawlessly killing us off one by one. "Our rifles are too weak to take down his shields fast enough!" Ken shouted. Now the zealot looked at me straight in the eye. This is it, it's over. The zealot opens his mouth "I do this for Aiur, a-" CRASH. The driver rammed the zealot with the buggy, shattering its sheilds! "Open fire!"