Copyright : I do not own starcraft or any of it's characters, etc etc. Blizzard does. Don't sue me ;p
There's a new race in this story. They are the called the Umorjian Alliance. A breed of humans which left earth for the distant planets in search of peace when the world was in engaged in bitter war. They came to seek an see what earth was like now, only to find it in the brink of destruction surrounded by numermous zerg
Main character
Corporal Kelly - Commander of the 101st Blood Eagle Platoon. An elite platoon of soldiers deployed in the hot zones across the galaxy to destroy the zerg.
Liutenant Jack - Kelly's XO and also his good friend.
Admiral Janson - Commander of the Battlefleet Group E.
Chapter 1 : Operation Marcis Prime IV
Explosions and the sound of marines unloading clips and clips of their Class-A gauss rifles onto the oncoming zerg rang out on every side. The 101st Blood Eagle charged through the chaos, climbing over the dead bodies of their comrades towards their objective. Their mission, to kill the zerg cerebrate and pave the way for the complete domination of Marcis Prime IV.
A large group of mutalisks flew towards the mass of the marines and Corporal Kelly radioed the Head Battlecruiser Armageddon, in orbit over the planet for wraith reinforcements. It seemed like an eternity before a group of wraiths were spotted on the horizon. The marines below cheered, knowing that mutalisks were no match for their wraiths. The wraiths fired their Gemini missiles towards their flying counterparts and chunks of dismembered mutalisks fell onto to the marine's position.
"Look out, Jack!", yelled Kelly over the intercom. But it was too late, the body of a dead mutalisk had already fallen on The 101st's Second in command. Green acid had already covered his friend's CMC-300 armor and was slowly eating it's way towards his flesh, before long he would be dead unless... a medic was slowly making her way towards Jack, bogged down the heavy equipment she was required to carry. She soothed him with gentle words, slowly taking off his armor and applying a needle to his neck which she assured him would help with the pain.
Liutenant Jack would be okay, Corporal Kelly told himself. Meanwhile, he had a battle to win and the odds were against him winning.
"Platoon, make sure you reload before you we hit the zerg. It's going to get pretty hot soon. Target is the zerg cerebrate, once he falls. The battle is won. For humanity.. move out!", that was Kelly's last broadcast to his squad before they hit the zerg creep.
The siege tanks had stopped firing their arclite canons on the zerg mass. This was the signal for the attack. I waved my hand signalling the rest of the squad to follow me into zerg territory. It was now, or never.
The creep was now before him, the purple gooey mess that spreads across the face of the planets, slowly choking all life out of it. During his countless campaigns through the galaxy, Kelly must of fought on creep thousands of times. But, he could never get used to having living organisms threatening to swallow your leg if you didn't move it fast enough. Creep wasn't a good place to fight on, if you stand on the same spot for more than a minute you would be as a sitting duck. Five more minutes, you would be swallowed into the ground unless somebody helped you out.
The Blood Eagles Platoon fanned out and moved forward in a V shaped formation, supported by dozens of goliaths. These large robotic machines with the ability of shooting standard gauss rifle bullets or anti-air missiles could take alot of damage. There were at a total of 86 men in the 101st 'Blood Eagles' Platoon, all hand picked by Corporal Kelly. All the men and women in the platoon had to pass exam after exam that would of daunted even the most experienced marine. The 101st were the elite of the elite. Sent to toughest parts of the galaxy, all in the name of humanity. They battled day in and day out, hell.. their whole lives was battle.
As Corporal Kelly stepped onto the creep, it slowly surrounded the base of his foot. He pulled his foot off the creep and kepy moving. It was quiet, too quiet. He had bad feeling about this...
Battlecruiser Apolocalypse
High orbit over the planet Marcis Prime IX
The admiral looked down on the battlefield map spread before him. The red dots outnumbered the green dots at least, ten to one. This was not looking good, he thought to himself. He would lose unless the 101st 'Blood Eagles' could penetrate through zerg territory and take out the enemy cerebrate. He had utmost confidence in the squad, but this was a very tough assignment.
The intercom beeped. "Admiral Janson, Grand Fleet Admiral McKnight wants to speak to you". The admiral pressed several buttons on the intercom and he was put through to the general.
"Ahhh.. Grand Fleet Admiral McKnight, it is always a pleasure to speak with you."
"Dispense with the formalities. As of, yesterday 0750, we have entered in alliance with the UED and Terran Dominon. One of the topics in discussion during the peace talks was the eradication of the zerg. As you know, the zerg are growing at a large rate. Within 50 years, their numbers would outnumber ours one hundred to one. We have no choice but to eradicate them. Otherwise... not only humanity will be destroyed, but all life including the ones we have not yet discovered will be at risk. I see our alliance, as the vanguard to stop this threat before it becames... uncontainable. And as for you, after you take Marcis Prime IX, you will take your fleet and seek the alliance on the Protoss on their homeworld of Shakarus. Their technology is vital for the destruction of the zerg menace. I'm sending you information for your mission now. Meanwhile, the rest of our main fleet will redevous with the UED and Terran fleet and move deeper into zerg territory. You do your job, we do ours. For humanity.. Grand Fleet Admiral McKnight out."
Admiral Janson was too shocked to reply properly. He had never negoiated with the Protoss before, he wondered why he had been choosen for the job.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a young officer ran in. "The 101st have been ambushed by the zerg, they were attacked and surrounded by all sides when they almost reached their objective. Your orders, sir!"
Admiral Janson was getting a headache, if the Alliance manages to win this and he somehow survived. He made a mental note that he was going to retire. "Order the reserve troops already on the ground make a charge towards the 101st 'Blood Eagle'. Surround and take the zerg from behind! Deploy our entire wraith squadrons to support the moving troops. For humanity.. Go go go..."
The fate of the 101st 'Blood Eagles' hangs on a thread. Will they manage to get out of the zerg trap? And if they do, what lies ahead in their adventures to seek the alliance of the Protoss?