Sweetheart-Darlin'
Chapter One
Sarah Kerrigan stopped being invisible and took cover behind a wall. She was very pretty with red hair, but it was hard to be pretty when the Zerg were coming to kill her.
"I need an evac," she muttered to herself. New Gettysburg was covered with Zerg, and Sarah Kerrigan was confused. Mostly she was confused by if New Gettysburg was a space platform or not. Sometimes it felt like a city, but other times it felt like a space platform. She wondered if she was high.
"I need an evac," she said again, this time into her radio.
Up in orbit, Arcturus Mengsk stood on the bridge of his battlecruiser, the Hyperion. He ate a hot pocket and watched as the Zerg devoured Tarsonis. He tryied to spot New Gettysburg, but he couldn't because he wasn't sure if it was a space platform or not. Mengsk thought about that for a second, licking crumbs of food from his beard. A part of him wished he was better at eating.
"We're leaving orbit," he said, having heard Kerrigan's evac request. But he didn't care because he had secretly been an asshole this whole time, ever since Mar Sara.
"What?" shouted Jim Raynor over a TV. He was so shocked by Mengsk that he had forgotten to be on his hoverbike. "You're not just gonna leave her there!?"
Mengsk spared him a brief glance as he munched. "I think I am, Marshal."
"Arcturus, you slimy sonuvabitch!"
"All ships, prepare to commence warp translation on my mark!" Mengsk snapped his very old pocket watch in the future shut. He looked at Raynor's face, all flickery on the screen. "I'll be seeing you, Raynor."
Back on the New Gettysburg—which by now was halfway between ground level and orbit, as it had always been an amiable structure willing to make compromises on its appearance—Sarah Kerrigan was shooting at a Hydralisk. She totally blew it away, shooting it like five times in the neck and face with her sniper rifle while she combat rolled backwards, her red ponytail flowing in a way that was super-hot and gave me a boner. The Hydralisk fell down, blood ka-chooming out of its wounds in that slow-mo way that tells you how totally fucking dead it is because look at all that ketchup blown all over everywhere. Sarah Kerrigan is such a badass even before she is made of Zerg.
"Hey boys," she said into her radio, in a way that was super casual considering her about-to-die status, "how about that evac?"
But she was getting no evac. She knew the fleet had left orbit, either because she was in orbit herself and could see it happen, or because she could feel it with her psychic powers from on the ground, but she wasn't sure either way. New Gettysburg was an intentionally vague place.
The Zerg were coming for her, running all over the ruined buildings like a wave. They were probably going to kill her, and even Sarah Kerrigan could run out of gas in her kill-tank, so she just laid down her sniper rifle and let them swarm all over her. She could hear a choir of sad people wailing in dramatic wails as the mutalisks flew overhead, and then she was dead.
Or was she?