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Chapter 3 : The fall of the cerebrate
"Do not fire on the protoss unless fired upon. I repeat, it is essential that you understand. Do NOT fire on the protoss", barked Corporal Kelly on the intercom.
The protoss seemed to on their side, thought Kelly. The protoss... they are strong warriors, as he witnessed a zealot take on six zerglings, singlehandely ripping their bodies apart with his twin blue blades one by one.
A loud scream could be heard on the intercom, someone had died. The 101st's lines were buckling under the increased pressure of the brutal zerg attacks. The goliaths and marines could not hold on any longer, there was not one person whose armor was not dented by zergling's claws or the hydralisk's acid spit. Even with the help of their Protoss allies, the battle was lost.
"101st Blood Eagles, do you copy? This is Corporal Ryan and the 23rd Terminators. We're coming up behind you. We've got two more platoons running bout 1 and a half clicks away from your position, they're trying to flank the zerg."
"We roj, these zerg are too much to handle when they outnumber you by so much. Glad to have you on board. Let's toast some zerg", barked Colonel Kelly on the intercom as his armor gallantly tried to hold off the incoming hydralisk spikes.
The morale of the defenders rose dramatically as their lines were reinforced. The zerg which had caught them from behind had been effectively cut off and eliminated, thanks to the Protoss. It seemed that the battle was turning in their favor, but it was not over yet.
Another wave of zerg attackers had arrived, several large Ultralisks ran towards the line it's armor deflecting the bullets of the gauss rifle. These Ultralisks were being supported by a large continguency of Hydralisks and Zerglings. The line threatened to break as the defenders could not take down the Ultralisks, but suddenly the distinctive sounds of arclite canons could be heard and soon afterwards the Ultralisks laid down in a bloody heap next to their accompaning continguency of Hydralisks and Zerglings shot down by the two platoons flanking the zerg position.
"Corporal Kelly, this is Admiral Janson. I give you the order to advance before the cerebrate can prepare some defense. You're in charge now. For humanity..."
A chorus of roars could be heard from the four platoons as they merged in one large group and made a beeline for cerebrate. The Protoss transported back to their mothership several light years away, their work done.
The cerebrate was now starting to feel fear. His entire swarm could feel it too. They all knew their fate. The humans were getting close now. He could feel their anger about the loss of their fallen ones.
Battlecruiser Apolycapse
High Orbit around Marcis Prime IX
Admiral Janson looked over the reports of the last major encounter. The report calculated sixty marine deaths and as many as a dozen goliaths wiped out. It also estimated over 1,000 zerg dead. He almost choked. No matter how many zerg were dead, it didn't change the fact that sixty good men weren't going home to see their families. He had always felt a sense of guilt when he had sent men into battle, knowing well that the chances for survival weren't good. He always made himself feel better, by saying that the soldiers died so that more people could live... yes, that's right.... they were sacrificed so humanity could go on. For humanity!
"Sir, our troops have reached the cerebrate. What are your orders?"
"Destroy it", replied Admiral Janson. Victory was at hand.
Planet Marcis Prime IX
Location of the cerebrate
The cerebrate was a sight to behold, it's oval shaped body prutuding out of the creep. It's harmless tentacles flailing helplessly in the wind as it knew of it's impending destruction. Kelly ordered the BETA-18 explosives to be set around the area. These BETA-18 were not like any normal explosives. It was especially designed to deal with the cerebrate. When detonated it released energies similiar to the Dark Templar's blade. It was the only way a cerebrate could be fully destroyed. Normal explosives would not kill a cerebrate, it would only render it's brood confused for several hours before the cerebrate regenerated to it's normal self.
10 minutes later
Kelly was exiting the planet's atmosphere on a transport whose destination was the Battlecruise Apocalypse. He pressed the remote trigger and the transport shuddered for a while as a small white explosion could be seen on the surface of the planet, eliminating the cerebrate and rendering it's brood useless. The planet would be colonized in a few hours and in a matter of weeks small cities would be built. Colonists would brought from their part of the universe to live on the planet.
Kelly docked on the battlecruiser and went straight to his bunker for some sleep. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. Everytime he shut his eyes, he saw images of his comrades being ripped apart by zerglings or being disolved by the Hydralisk's acid. But that was not the worst of it, sometimes.. he saw images of his family dying in front of him... his wife and his two children had died in the Zhulik Incident when the Umorjian first made contact with the Zerg race. They had raided his village and killed all it's villagiers except him. He had escaped death because he was off on the homeworld training to become the soldier that he is today. He made a solemn vow that he would not rest until all the zerg were wiped out. The only thing moving him on was the vengeance he had for the zerg.