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Chapter 2: Feet First to Frost
Sam felt snow crackle and pop under his massive armored boot. He took another hesitant step. Satisfied, he began walking further, until he slipped and fell on his ass. He began to turn around when a Hydralisk face was just a few inches from his. He gave a shout and tried to push himself up, then examined it closely. It was frozen into a block of ice. Not much of a threat. Sam spit on it, and the hydralisk wiggled its jaws.
Bastards were persistent, he had to give 'em that. He put a gauss round into the thing's skull and moved on, careful of the ice.
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Ricky shifted uncomfortably in his acceleration couch. It wasn't even a seat, really, not only had Locke taken the best Goliath pilot, he'd got them an older dropship that literally dropped the Hellmarines. Onto their ass. The red light suddenly went up, and Ricky cursed as his stomach jumped into his chest. As if he needed the adrenaline. He landed squarely, his armor giving a structural integrity warning. The last thing he needed, a faulty set of armor in a hotzone. Looked like Locke was gonna get another needle-round in the balls.
He heard the slam as Michael hit the ground; the massive 950 armor taking the impact hardest, but miraculously suffered almost no damage. Which was amazing, considering the batteries on the back. If he'd landed on one foot, Michael would've been crushed inside his own armor.
A pair of Zealots rushed at Him, Psi blades humming dangerously. Ricky dodged a stab and rifle butted him. The Zealot let out a cry, falling and rolling. Then he jumped and descended on Ricky. He sidestepped again and let loose a burst of rifle fire. The bullets bounced of the Protoss's energy shield. Ricky slammed his rifle on his leg holster and punched out. Hs fist passed through. So, it was only bullet-deflecting. The zealot tripped on a rock and fell into the snow.
Ricky glanced at Michael, who had grabbed the Protoss warrior by a leg and was using him to mop the floor. Ricky was kicked backward.
"Come 'ere, you sonuvabitch." He growled, grabbing the zealot by his collar and tossing him, then punching him midair.
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Dixie felt particularly stretched around these aliens. She could almost hear them crying, talking to her in her own head. Not occasionally like their speech, but as if she was actually part of some hive-mind esque psisonic connection. She was getting a headache, not a good thing, not around these things.
'Child.' Said a deep, but soothing voice, 'Come here. Your race is young, and we would not intervene, but this time I find it necessary.'
"Get out!!" She screamed, clutching your head.
The voice sighed and changed to the voice of Admiral Dugalle 'I gave you and order, soldier, now move out!!' Dixie picked up her rifle and bounded off. There was work to do.
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Short Chapter, but this is gonna be more mysterious. By the end of this I think we'll be having some much bigger story changes than in the Original. Koga, If you're reading this, kiss my ass, I'm full of guts, not shit. Although they are equally disgusting and stinky when left in the sun, they taste a hell of a lot better. Enjoy your dinner.
And Hawki, thanks for posing questions, I like answering them. Gives me an intelligent sorta feeling.
