Author's Notes: YEAH! Two chapters in one day! Beat that! I'm just making up for the severe lack of chapters (awesomeness) (lol) lately. Anyway, as promised, this chapter will be a PvZ minor battle. Told from first-person. Well, sort of. I mean, it is technically a third-person story, but you know what I mean. Ya know what I mean, ya? Ya? Kay. Kool. Pardon the terribleness.
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*Scratches chin thoughtfully*
I should just shut up, shouldn't I?
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Forgot something again. *Face-palm like a Hellion* Dalintyman, you asked for Zerg! I'll give you some soon, once we return to Minecraft. There WILL be infested Terrans. Look out! You'll get the virus!
I should shut up.
AESEARIA
The telltale blue shimmer in the air that foretold the uncloaking of a unit.
Aesearia materialized from thin air, the blue aura still undying around her, and crouched in cover behind a half-destroyed concrete wall, the twin suns throwing her shadow on the ground. Screeches of Zerg and Terran alike filled the air, complimented by the explosions created by tanks and the sound of needle spines whizzing by. Knowing that she had perhaps only a few moments to spare, she pressed the button closest to her neck, and began talking, her holographic copy blazing to life on a Carrier some miles away, copying her exact moves.
"Executor, this is Praetor Aesearia. We have destroyed the Zerg cluster in sector H-… H-68, and have advanced to a chokepoint. We are now in sector H-77. Several spine crawlers and hydralisks are guarding this area, and my Cohort will not be enough to take them all down. Zerg reinforcements are flooding the area. I will note, however, that the Zerg are clumped up, and that one area of effect attack will take them all out. I request Siege Tank reinforcements. Repeat, I request Siege Tank reinforcements."
She waited for a reply, several more needle spines whizzing by in the meantime. At last, a holographic image came to life before her – the head of the Executor herself.
"I have received your message," said the head of Selendis. "Reinforcements will be on the way, but I'm afraid you'll have to hold your own until it arrives."
"We cannot warp it in?" Aesearia asked with surprise.
"Well… Let's just say that it's too large to be warped in. It's the new, state-of-the-art Protoss siege ship."
"I see."
Sometimes, when your superior tells you that some things are best left undescribed, it's a good idea to listen.
The holographic Selendis before Aesearia blinked out of existence, leaving her to contend with the terrors of the Zerg once more. Mentally cursing, Aesearia yelled to her warriors:
"Hold your ground, brethren! Reinforcements are on the way! Zealots, stay behind cover! Dragoons and Immortals, stay behind cover and fire when you can!"
"As you will!" some Zealots shouted in unison. Others were too focused on staying alive.
The battle was taking place between two humongous Terran buildings towering over everything, both of which were ruined beyond repair. Roofs were torn off by the Zerg, windows smashed. The occasional gust of wind blew dust and dirt all over the barren and debris-ridden landscape, blocking visibility. However, the Protoss did not need to see; they had thermal sensors. And neither did the Zerg.
Aesearia took a quick head count. Of the original forty-eight Protoss she had, thirty-six remained. Twelve Protoss had already met their deaths that day; how long must this chaos go on?!
A random zergling came charging out of nowhere, once more demonstrating the overwhelming stupidity the Zerg sometimes possessed. Aesearia lashed out with her psi blades and decapitated the zergling, leaving the body to crumple to the ground.
Then it dawned on her. The zergling was a scout.
"Prepare yourselves!" Aesearia shouted to her fellow Protoss. "The Zerg are pushing!"
"There!" a Zealot shouted, pointing at a swarm of zerglings darting towards them.
"Zealots! Front line! Hold your ground! Dragoons, Immortals, behind! Fire under cover!" Aesearia yelled, quickly giving orders in what little time they had left.
Her Protoss brethren assembled into a concave before her eyes. Aesearia took her place with her fellow Zealots, bracing herself for battle. The Zerg must have known that they had no High Templar, for zerglings charged regardless into the curve of Zealots. One psi storm would have taken all of them out.
Zerglings swarmed them. Aesearia hacked left to right, dodging blows and parrying others, and allowing her plasma shields to deflect any she missed. Out of the corner of her vision, she could see hydralisks advancing behind the zerglings, preparing to fire their needle spines once more. Even further back, unburrowed spine crawlers were coming forth, establishing firm forward ground for the Zerg. While the zerglings kept the Zealots occupied, the hydralisks focus-fired down any Dragoons or Immortals that attempted to fire a shot out of cover.
"Stay behind cover!" Aesearia yelled to her ranged units. "Attack only when you have full plasma shields! Stay alive!"
Soon enough, Aesearia lost count of the number of Zerg she sliced down. Nonetheless, for every fallen Zerg, a dozen more took its place. As for herself, she could feel her plasma shields failing, and could see that the same was happening for her Zealot brethren all around her. The Zerg had endless waves of reinforcements; Aesearia's numbers were dwindling by the minute. If her requested siege units did not come soon, they would all perish. But again, even if they did come, splash damage would still kill some Zealots. She couldn't try to retreat for the siege ships; the zerglings were too fast. Any type of tactical maneuver was not possible, given the colossal number of zerglings present. To make things worse, more zerglings were coming! She was sure of it.
More time had passed. Too many Protoss had fallen, turning into wisps of blue smoke reaching for the sky. By then, it was clear that the reinforcements Aesearia requested would not be arriving. She prepared for death. At the very least, she would have died for the Protoss, for Aiur. She had distracted the Zerg while other Protoss made way to center of the ruined city, beneath which a Mothership, the crown jewel of Protoss technology, laid. The Terrans that once settled here had built an entire city, not knowing that under the very heart of their home was a piece of Protoss ingenuity capable of destroying it within the blink of an eye. The point of the mission was to reawaken the Mothership; if she helped the Protoss recover the ship, then she was successful; that was all that mattered. The battle will be over soon; the Zerg may have won the battle, but the Protoss will have won this war…
But no! Even as she slashed away at zerglings, the holographic head of the Executor came to life before her, completely disregarding the killing around her. The image was fuzzy with static at first, but soon revitalized itself.
"Your reinforcements are here," Selendis declared, allowing some note of pride slipping into her intonation. "Behold! The Tempest."
Aesearia knew she couldn't afford to look around, and kept on blocking zergling blows. However, she did hear a faint explosion somewhere in the distance, and, a few moments later, a huge blue ball of pure crackling lightning larger than a Siege Tank shot through the air and into the crowd of Zerg behind the zerglings (the explosion was fairly far away from her warriors, so no one died to friendly fire as she had anticipated). She could faintly see Zerg bodies being tossed about like mere toys, blue arcs flying across their airborne corpses. The Zerg were not completely dead, but the damage was done.
"Their hydralisks are dead!" Aesearia yelled. "Charge!"
Zealots around her rallied the call ("For Aiur!"), Charging with blades ablaze and morale renewed into glorious battle. Dragoons and Immortals stepped out into the open, blasting everything possible with dead accuracy. The battle will, indeed, be over soon, but she was wrong about the last part. The Protoss, it seemed, would be winning both this battle and this war.
She raised her psi blades and charged into a sea of zerglings.
