Okay—it's time for the Disclaimer version of Good-News/Bad-News time. GN-
There really isn't any because I don't own anybody in this story. BN- I
don't own Starcraft or any of it's characters. Blizzard does. Also, any
references to people from the BHG means that I'm just using a cool name;
not implying anything. I don't own the character Nightrunner; WARP does.
Okay then, on with it.
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"Shit," groaned Reaver. He could hear the faint flapping of wings as the Mutalisks came towards the Terran base on Mon Sara. "We are all gonna die…we're all gonna die…"
"You just keep repeating that to yourself and everything'll be fine," sneered Gen, who just happened to be a Firebat and therefore higher in rank.
"Shut the bloody fuck up." That was Nightrunner. He just wanted out of this hellhole. For God's sakes, he had a family. All of that changed when the Terran first found the Zerg. For all he knew, his wife and kids had been seduced by one of the other fuckin' Terrans.
"Captain, I have contacts for roughly 72 Zerglings, 19 Mutalisks, a couple of Ultralisks, 1 Guardian, and—oh God…I have a fuckin' clue what those monsters are."
"All troops, secure the bunkers!" Nightrunner ordered.
"What if we're not in bunkers?"
"What do you think, soldier? Get to any available battle station!" Sorry, stupid, helpless bastard, Nightrunner thought.
"We're gonna try to get the Confederates down here to help us, but as criminals, they probably won't give a damn about what happens to us," said Gen to Nightrunner.
"Fine. It doesn't really matter. Fate is inexorable."
Nightrunner surveyed the surrounding landscape. He had fortified his position here in a deserted Confederate mining encampment. There was only one way in or out, and the Zerg were coming in at the moment. Fuck. That's just fuckin' perfect. He raised the binocs to his eyes and could clearly see the Zergs rushing. There was no way in Hell that they would survive this round with the Zerg.
"Lock 'n' load!" came the order from all battle stations over the comm.
"Gen, do we have any Siege Tanks?"
"You've got to be kidding me. We don't keep those things hidden for the last moment.
The first shot came. The fast little buggers had reached the first line of defense. The Terran Marines in the bunkers opened up fire. Nightrunner watched as the Terran fire mowed down Zerglings.
"Take that you bastards," was shouted in one of the bunkers and reciprocated via the comm. Then there was screaming and silence.
"Fuck. That means that they've taken a bunker and 4 damn good Marines down with it."
"Yessir, it does."
"Somebody get me a couple heavy assault rifles. I'm goin' in there."
"Me too," said Gen, who was ever loyal and stood like a stump in battle.
"Right. Lock 'n' Load."
"Lockin' 'n' loadin', sir."
"Lets go then!" With that, Nightrunner started to run from bunker to bunker, ordering immediate evac. "They're rushing us, so we're rushing back at 'em. Every fighting man goes and only living come out. Get your guns and ammo from dead corpses. They won't need them any more."
The Terrans were quickly assembled and were also ready to die. Nobody ever heard the "GO!" cry, but suddenly Marines and Firebats were swarming towards the Zerg force. Nightrunner was running with them; Gen was right behind him, when suddenly Nightrunner stopped. Gen nearly tripped over Nightrunner as he stooped down. Gen saw what he was doing: getting a couple of Zerg claws from the dead bodies. Nightrunner sheathed these new weapons. Then, Nightrunner started his run towards the enemy again.
The first Terran wave was getting through the Zerg defense lines, mainly because of the higher technology the Terrans possessed. Nightrunner was running along side Reaver when one of the unidentified Zergs leapt out at them. It launched itself at Reaver, who was the closest target. It's claws literally ripped Reaver's face clean off of his head. Reaver's lifeless body fell onto Nightrunner.
Nightrunner started to fire straight through Reaver's dead corpse, not noticing the blood pouring onto him. He never stopped firing. That is until--*click-click-click-click*. Nightrunner looked at his display reading and saw the numbers "0000" flashing in blood red.
"Fuck! Gawddamnnit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
He drew his Zerg claws and spun them around. He knew that he was going to die going toe to toe with this new specimen of Zerg.
He lunged forward, screaming at the top of his lungs. His enemy didn't seem to notice the sharp Zergling claws enter it. He tried to pull the weapons out if the Zerg, but they were stuck…permanently. The new Zerg lifted Nightrunner up by his throat. Nightrunner looked around and noticed that everything was suddenly quiet, at least to him. He could see Gen firing round after round at the Zerg, but was having the same effect as Nightrunner did.
Nightrunner looked back towards the Zerg, still not hearing anything. He knew it was just because he was gonna die any minute…no…second, but actually kind of enjoyed not hearing his men die.
Suddenly, the Zerg lurched forward and fell to the ground, a dark purple liquid oozing out of six or seven stabs in the back. Nightrunner whipped around and saw Gen fighting other Zerg. Who the fuck killed that mother fucker? He thought.
Slowly he turned around and saw four strange looking, mouthless, aliens. Each was wielding two blue, shimmering, blades that didn't even seem to really exist.
To be continued, depending on if it's liked.
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"Shit," groaned Reaver. He could hear the faint flapping of wings as the Mutalisks came towards the Terran base on Mon Sara. "We are all gonna die…we're all gonna die…"
"You just keep repeating that to yourself and everything'll be fine," sneered Gen, who just happened to be a Firebat and therefore higher in rank.
"Shut the bloody fuck up." That was Nightrunner. He just wanted out of this hellhole. For God's sakes, he had a family. All of that changed when the Terran first found the Zerg. For all he knew, his wife and kids had been seduced by one of the other fuckin' Terrans.
"Captain, I have contacts for roughly 72 Zerglings, 19 Mutalisks, a couple of Ultralisks, 1 Guardian, and—oh God…I have a fuckin' clue what those monsters are."
"All troops, secure the bunkers!" Nightrunner ordered.
"What if we're not in bunkers?"
"What do you think, soldier? Get to any available battle station!" Sorry, stupid, helpless bastard, Nightrunner thought.
"We're gonna try to get the Confederates down here to help us, but as criminals, they probably won't give a damn about what happens to us," said Gen to Nightrunner.
"Fine. It doesn't really matter. Fate is inexorable."
Nightrunner surveyed the surrounding landscape. He had fortified his position here in a deserted Confederate mining encampment. There was only one way in or out, and the Zerg were coming in at the moment. Fuck. That's just fuckin' perfect. He raised the binocs to his eyes and could clearly see the Zergs rushing. There was no way in Hell that they would survive this round with the Zerg.
"Lock 'n' load!" came the order from all battle stations over the comm.
"Gen, do we have any Siege Tanks?"
"You've got to be kidding me. We don't keep those things hidden for the last moment.
The first shot came. The fast little buggers had reached the first line of defense. The Terran Marines in the bunkers opened up fire. Nightrunner watched as the Terran fire mowed down Zerglings.
"Take that you bastards," was shouted in one of the bunkers and reciprocated via the comm. Then there was screaming and silence.
"Fuck. That means that they've taken a bunker and 4 damn good Marines down with it."
"Yessir, it does."
"Somebody get me a couple heavy assault rifles. I'm goin' in there."
"Me too," said Gen, who was ever loyal and stood like a stump in battle.
"Right. Lock 'n' Load."
"Lockin' 'n' loadin', sir."
"Lets go then!" With that, Nightrunner started to run from bunker to bunker, ordering immediate evac. "They're rushing us, so we're rushing back at 'em. Every fighting man goes and only living come out. Get your guns and ammo from dead corpses. They won't need them any more."
The Terrans were quickly assembled and were also ready to die. Nobody ever heard the "GO!" cry, but suddenly Marines and Firebats were swarming towards the Zerg force. Nightrunner was running with them; Gen was right behind him, when suddenly Nightrunner stopped. Gen nearly tripped over Nightrunner as he stooped down. Gen saw what he was doing: getting a couple of Zerg claws from the dead bodies. Nightrunner sheathed these new weapons. Then, Nightrunner started his run towards the enemy again.
The first Terran wave was getting through the Zerg defense lines, mainly because of the higher technology the Terrans possessed. Nightrunner was running along side Reaver when one of the unidentified Zergs leapt out at them. It launched itself at Reaver, who was the closest target. It's claws literally ripped Reaver's face clean off of his head. Reaver's lifeless body fell onto Nightrunner.
Nightrunner started to fire straight through Reaver's dead corpse, not noticing the blood pouring onto him. He never stopped firing. That is until--*click-click-click-click*. Nightrunner looked at his display reading and saw the numbers "0000" flashing in blood red.
"Fuck! Gawddamnnit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
He drew his Zerg claws and spun them around. He knew that he was going to die going toe to toe with this new specimen of Zerg.
He lunged forward, screaming at the top of his lungs. His enemy didn't seem to notice the sharp Zergling claws enter it. He tried to pull the weapons out if the Zerg, but they were stuck…permanently. The new Zerg lifted Nightrunner up by his throat. Nightrunner looked around and noticed that everything was suddenly quiet, at least to him. He could see Gen firing round after round at the Zerg, but was having the same effect as Nightrunner did.
Nightrunner looked back towards the Zerg, still not hearing anything. He knew it was just because he was gonna die any minute…no…second, but actually kind of enjoyed not hearing his men die.
Suddenly, the Zerg lurched forward and fell to the ground, a dark purple liquid oozing out of six or seven stabs in the back. Nightrunner whipped around and saw Gen fighting other Zerg. Who the fuck killed that mother fucker? He thought.
Slowly he turned around and saw four strange looking, mouthless, aliens. Each was wielding two blue, shimmering, blades that didn't even seem to really exist.
To be continued, depending on if it's liked.