VISIONS
DISCLAIMER:
WARNING TO ???: This is not your time to spam this, ???.
RATING: PG-13 (R near the end.)
SYNOPSIS: Crossover, of Starcraft/Pokemon/Animorphs. I suggest playing Starcraft's Zerg and Protoss campaigns. Somewhat serious. The people mentioned are hibernating, and these are their 3rd-person visions. May sound plotless, but so was Endless Pleasure & And So I Serve.
++Sarah Kerrigan++
She waited. In her mind, she saw visions.
Visions of a circular demon. An insectoid demon, with clawed limbs and screeching, mandibles of tendon and muscle, capable of ripping through metal. Though lumbering, it could strike down at enemies below with cruel and deadly efficiency. A Zerg Guardian.
Then, another vision. A vision of a warrior woman. Sad, yet determined. She watched as the woman was beaten. Attacked by these beasts, the Zerg. As they forced themselves into her, her mind, her body her very soul . . . she saw the woman's love, crying out for her as she was taken from him, assimilated into the Swarm, and he was helpless to save her. But now, she was only indifferent to it all.
She waited. In time, she would hatch from her Chrysalis. And then, all would fall before the might of the Zerg. Even her once beloved, Jim Raynor. Were he to stand in her way, he would be dispatched as well . . .
For the glory of the Overmind.
++Mewtwo++
He waited. In his mind, he saw visions.
Visions of a boy. A girl, with an egg in her arms. Another boy, with a Pikachu. These had been the scouting reports. Jessie and James, those incompetents, were actually worth something. So, he knew what to expect.
He waited. In time, he would be awakened. And then, those who resisted his master would fall. The children, the Pokemon, the Pokemon Masters, the Officer Jennys . . .
For the glory of Team Rocket.
++Fenix++
He waited. In his mind, he saw visions.
Visions of a warrior, noble, yet with an aura of tragedy, wondering for his friends, those proud and great heroes that were the Templar. Twas, he, the Fenix.
Then, of a temple. Memories, were they not? Within the sacred halls, one warrior had stood. In here, he had made a last stand. The enemy had advanced. He had stood his ground. And then, his weapon had failed him.
He waited. In time, he would rise once more. The cybernetics within the Dragoon exoskeleton would reconnect his shattered frame. And then, the enemy would fall before the might. The Zerg would be forced from Aiur. Should the Terran Dominion try to stop the Protoss, they would fall too . . .
For the glory of the Khala.
++Prototype Zer0++ (Read The Alliance, or extrapolate on this.)
He waited. In his mind, he saw visions.
Visions of the enemy. The tiger. The hawk, the wolf, the Andalite, grizzly, gorilla. They were the enemy. In his mind, he heard voices. 'Destroy. Capture. Eliminate.' And so, he waited. As the enemy came, so would they fall . . .
For the glory of Vi--
Then he looked deeper into his mind. After all, part of the 'indoctrination' had had Visser Three and Emora give a combined memory dump to Zer0. He was so educated. Trained for battle, and identifying the enemy. But there was more. He probed deeper. And found the truth.
Visser Three had created him. Waited until Emora's host was fertile, then forced her into his quarters. Tied her down. Morphed to human. Raped her, entered her . . . so was his desperation to get a soldier able to destroy the Andalite bandits, that he'd forgotten to keep this out of his own memory dump.
He waited some more. In time, he would wake. And then, the enemy would fall. Not the enemy he had been trained to destroy. Not the Andalites. No. His new enemy . . . was his father. Visser Three would fall . . .
For the glory . . . of vengeance.
Review or call me at EDman9@xoom.com or AxiMorph@aol.com. (??? is not eligible.)