This is a fiction that I formed, trying to avoidusing any heroes that I can. However, some contact with heroes is going to happen, thats unavoidable.
I don't own any of this except for the invented characters and their tale. This is to be a long ongoing story... so every once in a while you'll find an update.
Starcraft: A Soldier's Story
Ch. 1 Rude awakening
Red light cut through the darkness.
"Ah, what in all the nine depths of hell?" Private Kagi stirred in his sleep, and rolled over to look at the clock. 2:23 flashed in green amongst the red light filling the room from the alarms. "2:23? What the hell, they only run drills in thirty minute increments," something clicked in Kagi's mind.
His eyes opened wide, and stared at the color. "R...red? No... It can't be red, Shit, yellow is drill; red means attack!" He swung off the bed, landing his socked feet into his boots. He remembered the schedule Cody managed to get from one of the high ups; a drill was scheduled for tonight, but rather for 3 AM not 2:23 AM. If they didn't know about the missing schedule that meant that the red light must be real.
"Sam get your big ass up, there's an attack," Kagi was pulling on his pants; they were navy blue with a worn double florescent yellow stripe down the outer side. Their material was a weaker version of Kevlar, still near impossible to rip, and hard to pierce with a weapon, but much more comfortable, a thin layer of soft material beneath it kept him warm or cold, depending on the outer temperature, to a degree.
"Sam!" Kagi was fed up with his heavy sleeping; enough was enough, that alarm should have woken him.
He looked up and grabbed, intending to rip the sheet off his bed... but all he got was wet, red, and torn fragments... no, not torn, cut. Kagi wasstricken; a hole was ripped in the center of the bed, two thick gashes, and Zergling claw marks.
"No!" cut open dog tags, and a piece of what might be human liver were all that remained of him. Kagi snatched the dog tags, and started putting them on with one hand as he tugged his military jacket on over his white undershirt. The jacket was as well navy blue with a similar stripe, only in slightly better condition. The materials were the same.
The ground shook.
In his startled state he fell back onto his friend's bed. At the same time, his exploded with a burst of dirt, mattress foam, and air. Two large scythes swung in, clutched nothing, and went back to the hole.
It dawned on him, what was happening. The Zerg were burrowing through the bottom of the barracks and pulling the soldiers under from there. This was war to Zerg, no honor, no rules. This is what it was to their enemies.
Mindless slaughter.
The majority of what was left of his bed exploded as the entire Zergling burst forth. It stood atop his ruined mattress, its slightly red glowing eyes watching him, staring directly at him. No, more staring through him, as if he were a stone in its path. Blood was on its scythes, it had already killed.
He looked franticly around for some defense, again something clicked in his mind, he pulled out Cody's top drawer, and reached beneath the socks, yanking out a knife, Cody's favorite.
Its hilt was black steel, welded completely to the full tang of the eight-inch blade, the blade itself was made of 'super alloy' used in the early spacecraft missions back on Earth, rust proof, amazingly strong, and reasonably light. The creature moved, shifting its weight to its left leg.
Zerglings were the basic fighters of the Zerg, like marines to the Terran, the humans. They were short, the size of a large dog, and shaped much like one, as a body shape. The now extinct race called Dune Runners is the Zergling; the Zerg, in their original form, which takes command of the central nervous system, infested it. Eventually their DNA was incorporated into the Zerg themselves, making it possible for their original form to become the Dune Runner, not just infest it. However, in order to survive battles that DNA was altered, millions of years of battle hardening in a few measly decades, if that. Supposing they were just large dog like creatures, with a hardened skin, their new skin is an intense exoskeleton, with strong leg power, like that of a cheetah just weighted down withchitinousskin. On the top of it some exposed flesh is covered in plated exoskeleton armor, the rest of its surface is a hardened carapace with strength resembling Kevlar. Its tail reaches back as long as the rest of its body. The 'lings never quite look like they were made right, always disgruntled in some way; possibly since they grow at such an advanced pace. Though its greatest weapons are the arms sticking out from its back, with their long scythes for hands. The mouth has a skeletal lower jaw that looks to be made simply for tearing into anything, even steel. They appear in massive swarms and wipe out all who get in their way.
It lunged.
Kagi kicked his feet forward, letting the planet's 1.3 gravity pull him sharply to the ground, and out of the attack path. It flew over his head, he heard the metal of the walls screech as its scythes scrapped slightly, followed by the thud of its head smashing against it. Kagi stoop back up, swinging around to face his opponent, as did it.
He pulled himself to his left, ducking under its swinging scythe and buried the knife into its right upper shoulder, and pried.
The armored hide and muscle ripped under the pressure, tearing the entire limb off, bright red fluids sprayed out for a moment.
Screeching from the lost arm, it swung back around with its left, Kagi stepped in back to the right, too close for the blade to cut through his lightened Kevlar. And rammed his knife into the 'ling's jaw, smashing a bone in the roof of its mouth, piercing to where its brain should be, it lifted the scythe to plunge it into his back.
He twirled the knife in the 'ling's newfound crevice. And struck his mark, it immediately went stiff. Everything stopped within the room, war could be heard outside the walls, and in some rooms, but it wasn't in Kagi'sroom anymore. The 'ling crumpled.
Removing the dagger he looked at the small gray matter of a brain gathered at the end, and cleaned it with a shard of the bedding.
He looked again at this knife, the blade itself had a flat back until the 6th inch, where it bent down and then swiftly up, the underside was completely serrated, with smooth, and saw toothed points all across the blade, it first dipped down, and then sharply up to form a perfect point. A truly excellent quality knife, he would care for it well. It probably cost a good chunk of his monthly credit alotment.
A scream in the distance caught his attention, he turned to get his armor, both the marine power-armor suits and the gauss rifles had been ripped from the barracks itself. He cursed himself, pulled open his drawer and pulled out the two things he held of value, a deep blue sapphire, half as long as his little finger, and as wide as his middle finger was wide. Shaped like the conventional Mermaid's tear. Elhaym had given him that as a present, and he couldn't bring himself to part with it.
And his going away picture, one of Elly, who had been in love with him through all of his earth academy days, and his direct family, one sister, mother and father, and himself. The truth was he developed feelings for her as well. But it interfered with military career too much, and decided to throw it away. Now his heart ached in fear, and of the loss of his friend Cody. Still it perplexed him how she could have loved him, she was beautiful, truly beautiful, him no near match, he had light brown, nearly dirty blonde hair, in a shaggy style. He had a build standard to military men, strong, with obvious muscle, but nothing like a body builder, he took his spare time further his skills, not build brawn.
He had a number of admirers throughout his two years of high school, many thought of him as quite a prize, but he never really joinedin that sort ofthinking. Joining the military in his third year, in those first two he never had dated.Only Elly, whom he met in his year of military academy, had stuck by him.
Something in the room adjacent to his tore, sounded like steel. He was facing the sound, and realized, Sean was over there, not as close a friend as Cody, but they still stuck by each other everywhere.
"Blood and death!" he shouted as he scrambled out the door, wielding his borrowed knife in his right hand, the left was in a fist, knuckles white with his rage.