StarCraft Lightyear - FTL is Other People

by SuperMudz

General Duke is facing down the threat of utter annihilation from aliens, so like it or not, he can't turn down a recruit, even if they're from something out of sci-fi. (A/N - Technically a crossover with "Lightyear", but couldn't see the category.)

2. Chapter 2

His suit was something else. The marines had never seen anything like it before, and even the ghosts checked themselves a moment, hands holding onto C-10 rifles, as they watched him discharge some kind of anti-personnel laser from his wrist. He carried no gun, it was built right into his suit. He moved, even flipped, like he had super-powers, or at least technology even the ghost corps had never seen.

"Like something outta the future," one marine chewed, hefting his massive gauss rifle, as his squad lumbered into position. "Let's give him some heavy firepower support, boys."

A rock exploded into shards, and a Zergling came clawing over, this one was one of the deadlier ones, scythes instead of just claws. And all teeth. Buzz rolled, and dived, his laser lancing out. "Let's see if we can dissuade you critters."

They were not dissuaded.

"They just keep coming," Buzz looked around desperately. These entire flats were some kind of geyser fields, so far he had used it to his advantage, hiding from enemy vision, but there were so many of them he would eventually be trapped. He had scouted out the enemy position several times, but General Duke didn't want to make a move. He believed the high ground was their only certain strategy for victory.

Lightyear wasn't sure what would happen if these aliens found a way to change their attack strategy.

Then he ducked as he heard the sound of projectiles whizzing around him, and past him. And the zerglings leaping in for the kill were suddenly shoved back by infantry fire. Buzz watched as they were torn apart, blood and organs spraying the field. It was a mess.

He saluted the marines that had taken up a safe firing position about fifteen metres behind him. Thank whatever powers in space they could aim those weapons. But more of the aliens were coming, and they wouldn't be able to hold. He had to do something.

As they came bolting through the field, tongues flapping like dogs, eager for the fight, a full army of them; he made his move. He fired the laser directly down, into the seeping muck that spilled over the edge. It was like heating mud. It immediately began to boil.

All these geysers are connected, and according to my sensors, ready to blow. It shouldn't take much.

"Here they come!" he heard the scream. Stay calm, marine, he thought privately. There was no time for comms chatter.

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