Killer
Instincts
**Author's
note: I don't own anything from
Starcraft, and this story is completely made up. This has nothing (well, almost nothing) relating to the real
storyboard of Starcraft. Thank
you. Enjoy.
It came
from the shadows, bareing it's sythe-like claws. The Hydralisk moved across the temple, it sliced at Fenix. Fenix's warblades, as if surrendering, went
out. The Hydralisk was cornering
Fenix. "If this is how it must end…."
Mumbled Fenix. A cold sweat poured down his face. He could only shield himself
helplessly. The Hydralisk raised his sythe….
Fenix awoke
from his restless sleep. The cold sweat from his dream had covered his
face. He was having nightmares about it
again. Five days ago, he had a near
death encounter with a Hydralisk, a red-brown mutant from the race of the
Zerg. Where its arms and hands should
be, there were sythe-like knives. If
the Dark Templar, Zeratul, had not been observing the area, Fenix would surely
have perished. "How many hours have I
been asleep?" asked Fenix, In a tired manner.
"I would have to guess six" replied Preator Artanis. "I have some bad news, Fenix." "And what would that be?" "Your entire Army of Zealots was destroyed." "I can't believe it. I`m having bad things
in life, let alone my dreams…." "We are
receiving an incoming transmission from Zeratul" said Artanis. Zeratul, the
Dark Templar who saved Fenix, face appered. "Ahh, Preator. The Overmind, along with the rest of the
Zerg, have invaded and settled on Auir.
We need reinforcements IMMEDIATELY.
I am on my way there, and I hope you will be doing the same." "Artanis, said Fenix, "change Gantrithor's
course to Auir."
"Oh shut up
you little.…" "You're going to give us
away, idiot!" "Hey look, I kin balance
my gun on ma hand!" "Shh….there's one
now." Four Terrans were hiding in a
bunker, waiting for unsuspecting Zerg.
A Zergling had noticed the Terrans, and was now closing in for the kill.
It moved closer….closer….. "AHH!!" "We're
all gonna die …." "Who—what--?" A giant energy blast suddenly engulfed the
Zerglings. "heh heh heh. Now the Terrans are in debt of the
protoss." Said Tassadar, emerging from
the shadow of the bunker.
"What are ya talking bout?"
"Heh. I thought you
wouldn't know. About 2 years ago, a Marshall
named Jim Raynor saved Zeratul's life.
He claimed that the Protoss owed the Terrans something. Right after we 'paid off our debt,' a giant
war was fought on Shakuras. Raynor died
in the battle from a Mutilisk. Now…"
"lemme guess, ya wan us to ow ya something"
"Precisely"
"Well….THIS IS THE LAST TIME!" cried the marines.
Tassadar left the Marines to hypothesize for an attack on the renegade
Zerg. Gantrithor was closer than ever
to Auir, and one hour later, Tassadar was meeting Zeratul on Auir. Little did they know, they were facing an
immense enemy beyond their wildest dreams….
"Gantrithor is Auir's orbit. Shall we proceed to the ground, Artanis?"
"Wait, Fenix. We should see if Zeratul and Tassadar are
there yet." Replied Artnais, without
turning around. "Uh…Zeratul? Tassadar?
This is Artanis. I guess you've
already arrived on Auir?"
"Yes we have, young Templar. We have situated our base on a cliff ledge,
and our probes are working furiously.
Help would be greatly appreciated."
"We would be happy to help! We're on our way now!"
"Good. We'll be expecting you."
* * *
"Go! Go! Go! "HIT THE DIRT!". "Foolish Terrans. Why are
you starting battle without us? We are
going to HELP you." The Terrans,
starting the ferocious onslaught against the Zerg under the orders of Arcturus
Mengsk, Zeratul, however, was against this early attack.
"Do you think you can push the
Terrans around? We could kick your…."
"That's enough, Mengsk. You must wait for us. We have only just constructed our Gateway,
and are warping in our warriors.
Remember, Auir was once OUR world.
We would like to incinerate the Zerg Hives more than any Terran."
"Hmm….fine. We will hold all
attacks. But keep this in mind, Protoss. If the Zerg try to attack us, then we
WILL defend ourselves. Megnsk, out." He gave Zeratul a dirty look, and
terminated the transmission.
"I`m amazed these Terrans haven`t
listened to a word of our advice. If they had just.." Zeratul was cut off by a
transmission from Gantrithor.
"Zeratul, are you there? This is
Artanis and Fenix, requesting permission to dock."
"Ahh…Artanis. Fenix. You are
finally here. You may most certainly dock. I see you have an immense army with you."
"We`ve been training our bretheren
for months. I sense you are wondering why I have so many Arbiters with me?"
"Learning the arts of mind reading,
eh, Artanis? Well, go on, end my curiosity."
"Or I`ll just show you….."
Quite suddenly, All the Arbiters
pulled away, and a Terran battle cruiser emerged from the cloaking field of the
Arbiters.
"This is General Duke, reporting
with the Norad II. Let me remind ya`ll, that we DO have a truce goin."
"We know, Duke! Listen! It`s time,
bretheren!"
A swarm of Zerg rampaged toward the
Protoss fleet, as the Zealots activated their Warblades, and prepared for
battle.
