This story will start in Starcraft 1 and continue through SC2. Will start to become AU at an unknown time for now, will ignore the Nova DLC. Will be focused around an OC i am creating that will be joining our whole team of galactic travellers as they move through the arc of SC1 and SC2 along with some stuff in between. Please note that some aspects of gameplay are going to be changed to fit real-life combat (using guns to take down buildings by just firing bullets, not very realistic)

For those who are unaware, there was a prologue campaign for SC1 called "looming". For those who want a full synopsis of what happened, just google "SC1 Loomings" and read through the wiki. My character will begin from there. I have played both but am replaying the SC1 campaign through the Starcraft Mass Recall so those visuals is what I have to go off of. Also, there are large amounts of info from the Wiki in order to make this realistic. Updates may be sporadic since I work during the evening and have classes twice a week.

Standard disclaimer: I dont own Starcraft 1 or 2, only my oc characters. The rest is owned by Blizzard Entertainment and Activision

My name was Adam Rastolf and am a proud member of the Confederacy Marine Corp. I had just been promoted to 1st Lieutenant for Alpha Squadron by General Edmund Duke himself. I was awed to think that I was given approval for the promotion from my current rank and to take command of Alpha Squadron.

I had been serving with the Confederacy for several years, a mere volunteer hoping to make this corner of the galaxy safer. I always expected to be a man stuck in the trenches and never make it out, either die in action or be sent home missing an arm or leg. When the General himself sent me the notice for promotion over our communication system, I was astounded. Most of my other squad mates congratulated me and made jokes about how I was now being forced out of my armor in order to sit behind a screen for the most part.

It was shortly after I had received my promotion that I was ordered by the higher ups to report to the Colonial Magistrate on Chau Sara, neighboring planet of Mar Sara. Apparently, the rebel/terrorist group, the Sons of Korhal, were raiding the colony. When we arrived on the near deserted planet, we set up a base camp at the colony while I met with the Magistrate, who went by the name of Collins. After he informed me that I was not to arrest any rebels and to shoot to kill, I got to work.

As I exited the Magistrate's office, I turned to my escort marines and started relaying orders. Turning to the first, I said: "Get the SCVs moving, I want a steady supply of materials and get that vespene geyser active. We came ill prepared and need access to the Uranium-238 shells." As he saluted and moved to deliver the orders, I turned to the second and relayed: "Get those recruits up and out of their bunks, we need some more men on the perimeter to make sure that the Sons of Korhal don't cause too many headaches to the townsfolk." The other marine saluted and moved towards the barracks that held the recruit that we had just received from command.

I then turned towards the command center and entered through the command bay, passing through the automated security check. I passed by the infirmary located on the lower levels before getting on the lift that would lead me to the Operations Room. Punching in my newly given access code, I entered the room which was the brain of the base. The adjutant that was linked into the communications and control system hung in the middle while operators and other members of command moved around to get the base up and running. Walking from the door to the raised console that was for the commanding officer, I walked sat down and pulled up my holo display, showing me a map of the area along with current military strength and several other displays regarding current projects and research.

Looking at the display, I saw that the vespene geyser had just begun construction and the academy was finished. I was brought out of my searching by my 2nd in command entering the operations room. Once I had been promoted, General Duke told me to either select a 2nd in command or that he would send one to assist me. I looked over and saw that my 2nd in command was female which was uncommon but not unheard of. She was dressed in her officer's uniform, matching mine but her epaulet showed that she was second in command. She was young, about 23 years old. As much as I should not have thought this, she was striking. Long black hair fell behind her in a ponytail and her face had a certain draw to it.

She moved towards the command console, carrying a small datapad with her and having a single ear headset hooked around her ear. As she neared, I stood, waiting for her to come to a comfortable distance. She stopped at the base of the steps that lead to the pavilion that I stood on and stood at attention. Addressing her, I asked: "Name and Rank". She responded, her voice stern but still had a musical quality to it: "2ndLt. Auriel Markburg, 2nd in command to the Alpha Squadron, transferred from 102nd Division on Tarsonis." With that, she handed over her datapad to me. I accepted the pad, seeing that it displayed her profile from her division on Tarsonis. Scanning through, I commented: "Very impressive, Lt. Top marks from officer training, great strategist, low casualty rate, good remarks from the Old Families. I can see why Dule transferred you to my group."

Handing back the datapad, I turned back to the overhead display and spoke out to the adjutant for a status report. A portrait of the adjutant popped up on my screen, her monotone voice relaying: "Commander, the vespene geyser that i within the vicinity is nearing the end of construction and both barracks are operational. Our engineering bay is operational as well but we do not have adequate vespene gas to commence research to increase the firepower and protection of our infantry. Supplies and power is holding steady. Mineral income is near 300 kilos an hour and has a current holding of 500 kilos. Vespene has a projected income of around 200 kilos an hour upon refinery completion. Schematics for the standard CMC-300 armor and C-14 rifles are available for marines while standard Firebat CMC-660 armor and Perdition flamethrowers schematics have been uploaded to our system, Commander. Overall, status is green, Commander. We are up and running."

Gazing out at the display once more, the recruits had finally decided to show up to the party since a fresh squad of marines stood outside their barracks in the staging area, mostly lazing about. I huffed with the thought 'damn recruits' crossing my mind. I then routed into their suits' comm system and said: "Recruits, I see that this is your first mission by the way that you are lazing about and not asking for orders. For that, you men are to patrol the perimeter of the base." Zeroing on two of the twelve new members, I continued: "you two, take point and get the rest of your squad moving."

I then turned back to my display and noted that the geyser was complete and several SCVS were heading towards to begin transportation of the refined gas. Turning back to Auriel who was still standing at attention, I gave her the salute and she fell into an at ease state. I stepped down the steps towards Auriel and said: "Walk with me, Auriel. I will show you to your quarters. Then, we shall tour the base and see for ourselves that everything is running well." She responded with a "yes, sir" and followed me on my right. As I neared the door leading to the lift that would take us down to the command bay, I spoke to the adjutant: "Adjutant, should a concern arise, contact 2ndLt. Auriel who will be with me and can alert me to the situation. Confirm?" Her voice responded: "Confirmed, Commander. Protocols in place."

Auriel and I then left the operations room and descended on the lift toward the command bay. As the lift lowered, we passed by the SCV fabrication and maintenance bay where a new SCV was being developed for use in the field. Once the lift touched the floor of the command bay and the protective railing dropped, we both stepped off. We turned towards the exit of the command bay and cleared the entrance before the SCV that was in production wheeled out, its pilot aiming it towards the mineral patches where others were working. Auriel and I moved towards the pair of barracks that stood high against the heat of this planet.

We entered the first one where Auriel was to be stationed when under my command. We walked up the ramp into the deployment room. As we entered, we both see the familiar sight of the armor bays where the men would suit up. Walking through the deployment room, we then moved towards the bunk room. The door slid open to reveal several rows of bunks and lockers for the recruit's personal effects. Right upon entering, there was a door that sat in the middle of the walls. The door would not open without the correct entry to the keypad to undo the locks. I entered in the standard code, opening the door and allowing Auriel to step inside where her gear had already been placed. I gestured for her to enter which she did with a nod and she moved towards her gear. I spoke up: "I will give you some time to become adjusted to your new accommodations. I will come get you after I have refreshed over in my quarters back at the CC. Keep your comm open at all times and be ready after about an hour or so. Also, the code to the keypad can be adjusted to be your own personal code but it will still accept my code should the need arise that I need to enter your quarters." With a nod, I stepped away and made my way to the other barracks where my quarters were posted.

Entering my quarters which looked exactly like Auriel's, I opened the locker that contained my personal effects. Inside was a second officer's uniform along with additional clothing issued by the Quartermaster. On the top of the locker stood a small lockbox. I reached under my collar and pulled out the key that hung around my neck. I understood that there were more advanced systems nowadays but I had a personal love of history and antiques so I kept an old lockbox with any treasures that I came across during my duty. Undoing the lock and opening the lid, I saw the only prized possession I had before joining the Corp. My family held onto it until I had gotten promoted, which was then sent to me before being shipped to Chau Sara. I had my father's corp dogtags which he had given to me when I was a child. I reached over and grabbed the tags, fingering the edges, the feel of them memorized in my head. After reminiscing about my mother and father, i then moved onto the other thing that I held in that box. It was an old handgun that fit in the box. A standard FN Five- Seven sat with several loaded clips sat, still ready for use. This model was old and was considered ineffective against the battle armor that was used today in regular combat so it was discontinued but I always held onto it. I then noted the time and went to use the restroom.

After using the toilet, I went to wash my hand but stopped when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Standing in view of the mirror, I saw myself and was reminded about how much I looked like my parents. I had my father's grey hair (everyone makes fun about how he looks like an old man with it but it actually came from a birth defect that both me and my father shared) which shined like liquid silver and his chiseled chin but then I had my mother's eyes, which were a steel-electric blue. My hair was set in a crew cut and had some silvery stubble on the edge of my chin. My face was lean and angular, many girls back home thought that I was the hot guy on the block and got upset when i enlisted, one of them ever saying that all the handsome ones always head to war and their left with the ugly ones.

I then saw the rest of myself, wide shouldered like my father again but whereas my father was often called a mass of muscle, i was thin, some even thought that i was too thin. Many of the other soldiers gave me the nickname "Stickman" as many claimed they could snap me like a stick out of humor. I got the joke and let it stick around since i thought it was funny myself. I was tall, about 6'1". I stood in my uniform, a standard officer's uniform with the Alpha Squadron on my collar.

I then left and retrieved Auriel from her quarters before we took a short tour of the base. We stopped by the mineral patches and stopped one of the SCVs. After speaking with the pilot and asking for his opinion on the current situation before moving along to the veteran squad that was working with the recruits. As the recruits got themselves moving, we returned to the CC and started watching the ongoing operations around the sector. Auriel and I read through several reports of the Sons of Korhal, finding that they were headed by Arcturus Mengsk, a man born of Angus and Katherine Mengsk. His profile showed the he was a graduate from the well known Styrling Academy and showed strong leadership skills during his time there. He did however have several clashes with his principal and a general distaste for authority.

Reading through more of his profile, he enlisted in the Confederate Marine Corps and did very well early in his career, allowing him to rise in the ranks quickly. One of the infamous marks on his record was the battle in Turanga Canyon, along with when his unit was called in on short notice in 2485 to work with Alpha Squadron and their captain at the time, Edmund Duke. There, Mengsk and Duke clashed on command styles but they both were able to fight their way through the Kel-Morian Combine at Noranda Glacier. From there, the Guild Wars began.

During another deployment, he met 1stLt. Horace Warfield who they both formed a quick camaraderie. Near the end of the Guild Wars, he gained the rank of Colonel. At the end of the war, he left the military and went on to be a prospector which he originally dreamed of becoming. He later heard that his family had been murdered, largely due to his father being an anti-Confederate senator from Korhal to the Confederate. From there, you could see him amass group of soldiers into a rebellious army that was now known as the Sons of korhal

I was interrupted by a blaring alarm that one of my patrol groups were under attack by rebels. I lowered my current research and called out to Lt. Auriel: "Lieutenant, give me a status report." She immediately responded: "One of our squads have engaged with the Sons of Korhal. It looks like nothing more than a small raiding party, 5 armed combatants in standard marine armor." As I watched to see if the defenders would be successful, one of the enemy riflemen threw a grenade, taking out four members of the six man squad and injuring the other two. I activated my voice comm and relayed for the group to fall back. I then radioed into the old squad and had them move to intercept. These men was the ones where with me before I made the promotion and wanted to enroll under my command. These men had at least one to two years of field experience and knew how to survive a firefight. As the new recruits were retreating, the rebels then tried to move towards the CC since they saw a clear shot, probably aiming to take me down.

Seeing that the seasoned squad would not be able to make it in time on their own and the hatch would not be able to close in time to prevent entry, I radio over: "Veteran Squad, they are heading to the CC and the recruit squad is down several men. I don't have enough time to close the hatch As your CO, I authorize the use of the combat drug, Stimpack. Use at your discretion. Aim to kill." Lt. Auriel turned her head towards me and raised an eyebrow but over the radio, I heard the head of the squad, callsign Skyguy "This is Skyguy. Radio confirm authorization of Stimpack. We're enroute." I then hear the servo of his suit begin to increase in tempo, evident of the use of the stimpack, leading to a boost in energy and speed. The display shows that the veteran squad will intercept them at the cost of their health, as stimpack has some last effects on the body even for the short amount of use. The combination of drugs has a maximum use of four times per person without killing the user.

The veteran squad intercepted the enemy group and opened fire, quickly taking down the group with minimal loss. As the bodies were removed and then dumped on the edge of the base, the all clear was given and I relayed order to Auriel to have the injured men tended to and to have the other men get into their suits so we could refill the ranks. Shortly after we doubled our ranks, I ordered the veteran squad to exit the colony and head into the wasteland that dominated the majority of the planet. There were signs of life on the radar which was not uncommon, seeing as how rhynadons and karaks were common on the planet. What was odd about this one though was that the contacts were very close together while usually they were solitary creatures.

The mass of unknown contacts moved towards the Veteran Squad and entered the view of my squad. I radioed over: "Skyguy, this is Command. Unknown contact noted heading your direction, keep your heads on a swivel and your finger on the trigger." Skyguy radioed over a 10-4 and I then spoke outloud to the adjutant that was installed into the CC, helping me with the simple things around base.

I yell out: "Adjutant, can we get any scans done on those lifeforms? Their behavior is acting rather strange." The metallic voice returned: "Sorry, Commander but the lifeforms are out of range of our current scanner ranges for identification." Auriel's voice came through with a suggestion: "With your forgiveness, sir, may i recommend we build a comsat station. I will not take long to produce and allows greater scanning range, along with sweeps that allows us to identify any signals in a certain area." She swiped her hand over the holo display, sending the file of the comsat station to appear.

I took a quick moment to study the file, reading about its use and design. I then smile, turn my head towards Auriel and say: "Remind me to thank General Duke for sending the correct person for the job. My thanks. Lieutenant." She gave a simple "Thank you, sir" before returning to the holopage. I then had the adjutant work on getting one set up as soon as we can so we have access to that technology.

Several hours went by and it was quiet again. The lifeforms that were detected were still hours away from the team out in the field, who were searching that dreaded landscape for the rebel base. I was returning from the restroom at the CC when I found Auriel waiting outside the door. She relayed that the Operations Room were getting a transmission from the veteran team. She had already hailed Magistrate Collins and had him listening as well.

I returned to my station and spoke over the headset: "This is 1stLt. Adam. Go ahead." Skyguy's voice rang through the line: "Sir! We've got incoming. And I'll be damned if I can identify them! I have no idea what these damn things are but they ain't normal critters." I was about to respond when Magistrate Collins beat me to the order: "Whatever they are, you must destroy them, Lieutenant! That is a direct order!" I was about to argue when one of the operators in the Operations Hub called out: "Sir, unidentified vehicles approaching from the northwest. There appears to be two infantry transports and two modified Goliath-class mechs on the field." He then glanced back at me and said: "It appears that they are trying to hail us, sir."

I nodded to the man and said: "Patch them through." Another voice came through: "Recon squad Cerberus reporting. We're here to oversee the extermination of these xenomorphs and contain the spread of any hostile infestation on this colony." Collins replied: "Why wasn't I informed of this? Confederate Command never consulted -"

"We have our own orders, Magistrate. We don't answer to you. I suggest we get on with this mission."

Collins merely grunted and ended the transmission but I continued with this new Commander: "Commander, as the 1stLt in control of Alpha Squadron, I wish to establish the chain of command here. Shall you be taking command of my troops or shall they operate under my control still?"

"Don't worry about that, Lt. Adam. We aren't here to take control. We were merely sent to fulfill the mission. You have control of my forces but ask too many questions and there will be consequences." I give my confirmation and the force continues: "As you may have noticed, my squad consists of two Cerberus goliaths and a small team of Elite firebats. Please note that the firebats have been given free access to Stimpack, which I am sure you are familiar with. Due to their rank and clearance, they may use this freely." I once again sent my confirmation and ordered his men to join my veteran squad out in the field.

The new Cerberus Squad gave a 10-4 and they began to move out. I then lowered my headset and rubbed the oncoming headache, now that things have gotten worse. Over the next hour, the new squad met up with the others and they pressed forward. After several more hours of searching, they reported in that they had spotted the rebel's base in a small canyon.

After a careful consideration, I ordered the attack and the group moved forward. The Cerberus firebats used the stimpacks and were able to absorb a large amount of the munitions fired upon them by the defending rebels. The rebels quickly were routed and they disappeared into the wasteland.

The assault group returned while suffering minimal damage to my natural forces. Even though the Cerberus unit absorbed a greater amount of the damage, they refused to come into our infirmary and be healed. They merely returned to their transports and headed out. As they left, their commander sent me a private message: We will be in contact tommorow. Keep your radio frequencies open for the next mission.

I rubbed my head since another headache had returned and I was in no mood to deal with Collins. I stood and began to exit the operations room. Stopping at the exit, I turned back to the Adjutant and said: "Adjutant, Auriel has the conn. I am not to be disturbed before the next morning." The adjutant replied: "Confirmed, Lt. Protocols in place." I then exited and returned to my quarters, where I shed my uniform, took a short shower and then slept for the night. The last thing that crossed my mind was the strange creatures that were encountered today. This was truly the beginning of something greater than just a rebellion.

If you got to the end, thank you. Please leave a review or comment. Also, looking for a beta tester.