Chapter 2: The New Templar
"Colonel, are you all right?"
"Hmm? Oh, Just a headache."
"Again?"
"No. It's the same one from last week. I'm almost getting used to it."
"That's one hell of a headache."
Colonel Issac Montgomery had just come out of the infirmary, having gotten several scans to determine why his headache had lasted two weeks. Nothing had come up, so the doctor in the infirmary, Elena Carthage, had given him some general painkillers and told him that he wasn't going to die from it. 'That's about all she could do' he mused. "Ah!"
"Sir!"
"I-I'm fine, just that headache."
"Oh, sorry sir."
"That's alright lieutenant. It's getting better." That was a bald-faced lie, but there was no point in worrying his command, especially given their mission. Montgomery remembered his orders bitterly - "Hold this planet against the Jormungand Brood, The rest of our forces need time to join the Protoss on Shakuras." His reply had been "So this is an Alamo stand?" "Pretty much, sorry" was the clipped replied. It wasn't his fault Umoja had fallen to the Zerg so quickly. Umoja had basically been ignored throughout the conflict, but had been negotiating with the Protoss for an alliance since they heard of Raynor's assistance on Aiur. The Protoss had been wary of this group of Terrans, since they were on the other side of the sector and was known about then by anyone. The Protoss had just agreed to a truce when Kerrigan's Jormungand brood attacked. They had plenty of warning, since Araq was nowhere near as dedicated as Zasz to surprise. The Protoss had encouraged the withdrawal to Shakuras to consolidate their forces and Jorgensen agreed. They had, however underestimated the speed of the Jormungand brood and had come to the present situation…
Another sharp blast of pain drew Issac from his reverie. He got his headache from worrying about his men, most likely. His comm device beeped. "Yes?"
"Colonel Montgomery? They've started."
The Colonel sprinted to the Ops floor, temporarily oblivious of his headache. Scanning the displays, the Colonel watched the battle.
Swarms of Mutalisks escorted the guardians that moved to take out the Terran defenses. They were ambushed by a large number of Valkyries that destroyed them. Devourers were dispatched to destroy them, but cloaked Wraiths attacked and took them out before they realized what happened. Then a massive number of all three, with Overlords escorting moved in. From out of nowhere, Yamato blasts took out the overlords and an Arbiter appeared. This Arbiter had been dispatched from Shakuras to rendezvous with the Umojan fleet and had requested to stay. The entire aerial force of the brood, at that point, seemed to attack.
Half went for the Arbiter and most of them ended up in stasis. The small fleet of Battlecruisers hiding under the Arbiter's field destroyed all of the non-stasis fliers that pressed their attacked. The other half tried to brake for the surface and attack the planet, but in their single-mindedness, seemed to forget about the fighters and were almost ripped to shreds before responded.
There was were they got through, splitting into two groups, one attacking the fighters and another making a surface run. Mutalisks and Devourers made it into the atmosphere. When they made it to the bunker lines, the missile turrets opened fire, as did the bunkers. This wave did minor damage before being obliterated, but it confirmed that the Umojans had abandoned the strategy of prevent-a-landing-with-ground. Overlords made a break for the surface carrying ground assault units and landed. Zerglings made the first wave, but were obliterated with tanks before they even reached the bunkers. Hydralisks and Zerglings attacked next and the whole brood landed. Three million units landed on the surface of the planet and moved to the base.
Colonel Montgomery's headache a quickly grown to a migraine. He was now slumped in the corner, clutching his head and biting his lip to keep from shouting. His lieutenant, Commander Browski had taken his place "at the helm". Isaac's only saving grace, it seemed, was that his death was inevitable, and soon in coming. He might as well face his enemies face to face. So believing, he went on the roof of the building and stood up, standing as the pain pounded in his ears, standing as a last defiance against the power of the Zerg. Suddenly he collapsed, screaming from the pain. A bright flash appeared, and he passed out.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww……………………………….................................."
"Hey! He's waking up!"
"Now we can find out what happened."
"We've already told y-"
"Enough."
"Ow, Where am I?" Montgomery asked.
"The infirmary, where else?" came the reply.
"Doctor Carthage?"
"Of Course!"
"Greetings Commander, I am Nocktru, leader of the Protoss Expeditionary Forces."
"En Taro Adun, Nocktru. Thanks for the rescue."
This comment seemed to elicit some confusion among the other people in the room. "What happened?" asked Montgomery. "If the Protoss didn't save us, who did?"
"The general theory among the troops is that you did, sir."
"WHAT!?, how?!"
"The Arbiter that was sent to support your forces detected a massive Psionic Storm that obliterated most of the brood." replied Nocktru, "and don't shout."
"Sorry, but what does Psionic Storm have to do with me?"
"Did you see anything before you went unconscious?"
"Yea, a blinding blue light. Why?"
"That was Psionic Storm, but I have never seen any that powerful." said Nocktru, "but walking through these hallways I have sensed many Psionic entities around."
"You mean Terrans are Psionic?" asked Carthage.
"Yes."
"That's amazing! Will we all be able to do that?"
"Ha ha ha. Hardly. Isaac's "headache" was the buildup of Psionic energy, which is why none of your medicines were able to help him." Nocktru explained, "Contact Shakuras, ask your leaders if they wish this to have a colony world here."
"Colonel, are you all right?"
"Hmm? Oh, Just a headache."
"Again?"
"No. It's the same one from last week. I'm almost getting used to it."
"That's one hell of a headache."
Colonel Issac Montgomery had just come out of the infirmary, having gotten several scans to determine why his headache had lasted two weeks. Nothing had come up, so the doctor in the infirmary, Elena Carthage, had given him some general painkillers and told him that he wasn't going to die from it. 'That's about all she could do' he mused. "Ah!"
"Sir!"
"I-I'm fine, just that headache."
"Oh, sorry sir."
"That's alright lieutenant. It's getting better." That was a bald-faced lie, but there was no point in worrying his command, especially given their mission. Montgomery remembered his orders bitterly - "Hold this planet against the Jormungand Brood, The rest of our forces need time to join the Protoss on Shakuras." His reply had been "So this is an Alamo stand?" "Pretty much, sorry" was the clipped replied. It wasn't his fault Umoja had fallen to the Zerg so quickly. Umoja had basically been ignored throughout the conflict, but had been negotiating with the Protoss for an alliance since they heard of Raynor's assistance on Aiur. The Protoss had been wary of this group of Terrans, since they were on the other side of the sector and was known about then by anyone. The Protoss had just agreed to a truce when Kerrigan's Jormungand brood attacked. They had plenty of warning, since Araq was nowhere near as dedicated as Zasz to surprise. The Protoss had encouraged the withdrawal to Shakuras to consolidate their forces and Jorgensen agreed. They had, however underestimated the speed of the Jormungand brood and had come to the present situation…
Another sharp blast of pain drew Issac from his reverie. He got his headache from worrying about his men, most likely. His comm device beeped. "Yes?"
"Colonel Montgomery? They've started."
The Colonel sprinted to the Ops floor, temporarily oblivious of his headache. Scanning the displays, the Colonel watched the battle.
Swarms of Mutalisks escorted the guardians that moved to take out the Terran defenses. They were ambushed by a large number of Valkyries that destroyed them. Devourers were dispatched to destroy them, but cloaked Wraiths attacked and took them out before they realized what happened. Then a massive number of all three, with Overlords escorting moved in. From out of nowhere, Yamato blasts took out the overlords and an Arbiter appeared. This Arbiter had been dispatched from Shakuras to rendezvous with the Umojan fleet and had requested to stay. The entire aerial force of the brood, at that point, seemed to attack.
Half went for the Arbiter and most of them ended up in stasis. The small fleet of Battlecruisers hiding under the Arbiter's field destroyed all of the non-stasis fliers that pressed their attacked. The other half tried to brake for the surface and attack the planet, but in their single-mindedness, seemed to forget about the fighters and were almost ripped to shreds before responded.
There was were they got through, splitting into two groups, one attacking the fighters and another making a surface run. Mutalisks and Devourers made it into the atmosphere. When they made it to the bunker lines, the missile turrets opened fire, as did the bunkers. This wave did minor damage before being obliterated, but it confirmed that the Umojans had abandoned the strategy of prevent-a-landing-with-ground. Overlords made a break for the surface carrying ground assault units and landed. Zerglings made the first wave, but were obliterated with tanks before they even reached the bunkers. Hydralisks and Zerglings attacked next and the whole brood landed. Three million units landed on the surface of the planet and moved to the base.
Colonel Montgomery's headache a quickly grown to a migraine. He was now slumped in the corner, clutching his head and biting his lip to keep from shouting. His lieutenant, Commander Browski had taken his place "at the helm". Isaac's only saving grace, it seemed, was that his death was inevitable, and soon in coming. He might as well face his enemies face to face. So believing, he went on the roof of the building and stood up, standing as the pain pounded in his ears, standing as a last defiance against the power of the Zerg. Suddenly he collapsed, screaming from the pain. A bright flash appeared, and he passed out.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww……………………………….................................."
"Hey! He's waking up!"
"Now we can find out what happened."
"We've already told y-"
"Enough."
"Ow, Where am I?" Montgomery asked.
"The infirmary, where else?" came the reply.
"Doctor Carthage?"
"Of Course!"
"Greetings Commander, I am Nocktru, leader of the Protoss Expeditionary Forces."
"En Taro Adun, Nocktru. Thanks for the rescue."
This comment seemed to elicit some confusion among the other people in the room. "What happened?" asked Montgomery. "If the Protoss didn't save us, who did?"
"The general theory among the troops is that you did, sir."
"WHAT!?, how?!"
"The Arbiter that was sent to support your forces detected a massive Psionic Storm that obliterated most of the brood." replied Nocktru, "and don't shout."
"Sorry, but what does Psionic Storm have to do with me?"
"Did you see anything before you went unconscious?"
"Yea, a blinding blue light. Why?"
"That was Psionic Storm, but I have never seen any that powerful." said Nocktru, "but walking through these hallways I have sensed many Psionic entities around."
"You mean Terrans are Psionic?" asked Carthage.
"Yes."
"That's amazing! Will we all be able to do that?"
"Ha ha ha. Hardly. Isaac's "headache" was the buildup of Psionic energy, which is why none of your medicines were able to help him." Nocktru explained, "Contact Shakuras, ask your leaders if they wish this to have a colony world here."