Disclaimer: I don't own Starcraft. I own Sarafigull! Which is better! Muaha… Newayz. Since I had someone say they couldn't see what Sarafigull looked like, I'll describe him in a bit more detail. Ok…. His legs. They look like a Ghost's legs, twisted and warped since it is a Zerg creature. Think Infested-Terran with skinny legs. His arms are like an Infested-Terran's, too, skinny. Again, twisted and warped. His fingers are claws, like the Aliens from Aliens VS Predator, those kinda guys. Just as sharp, too. His wings are that of a Mutalisk, and if he beats someone with it, they go flying. His chest is like that of a human, AGAIN, like a Marine WITH the armor this time…His face is that of a Lurker, but, imagine in his eyes, you can see a spark of intelligence. Oh, his armor strength, it's like a Battlecruiser since he died already and if you remember, the Cerebrate said he would upgrade Saraf every time he died…So now it's as strong as a Cruiser, earlier it was slightly stronger than an Ultralisk. On with the story.
Warmth…
That was all the Larvae had ever known. Wait…This seemed familiar… What was the term the Humans used to describe this feeling?…Déjà vu. That was it. This all seemed like it happened before… Wait! Why can I think like this? Why do I have my own thoughts? I will ask the Cerebrate when I hatch… Until then I have no other choice than to sit here and try to regain my memories… I remember a battle…
The Cerebrate had just finished his communication with his Queen. She was, indeed, impressed with the new creature, and wanted the Cerebrate to send him to her as soon as he hatched. The Cerebrate looked over the egg one more time, making small adjustments for him to be able to fly into space and survive, and he was making sure that Saraf would not die the same way again. This was a fairly new Cerebrate, yet already he had shown great tactical skills and now, creating this creature! The Cerebrate was thinking ahead, filling Saraf's blood with a kind of cooling agent, which would help fighting the Human Wrist-Flamethrowers. The Human Needle-Shooters had nothing on Saraf, their Needles bounce against his carapace without effect. The Cerebrate wanted to see how he would fair in space.
The Overlords sensed the Cerebrate was up to something…it hadn't felt this much emotion coming from it before. They were confused about what to do. Should they be doing something different since the Cerebrate was in a new mood? Or should they just act like they normally did, and just relay commands to the warriors? There was one egg that seemed to be sitting there, and it hadn't yet hatched, that was odd. They were watching over it very carefully. A few of the Overlords had gotten out of control, the Cerebrate was being lax in it's excitement. Now the confusion was spreading to the warriors and the drones. They were wondering why a few of the Overlords were flying erratically, this had never happened before. Had they contracted some disease that required them to be removed? They waited for orders before doing anything.
The Cerebrate realized that his excitement was effecting his troops. He calmed himself down, and regained control of the Overlords, and soothed the confused Hydralisks. He then sent the order for the Sarafigull to hatch. The Overlords realized what was in the egg, and they also realized why the Cerebrate was so happy. They relayed the order to the egg.
The creature in the egg went crazy, all the while thinking that this was familiar. He ripped and tore the egg's membrane. Sarafigull sliced and tore his way out of the egg, spraying the blood everywhere. It stood up slowly on his legs, again, feeling the Creep under his feet. It gave, however not enough to where he could feel the ground, but it gave enough so he could feel it. He began walking, slowly at first, then faster, feeling his muscles growing used to the pressure and weight, until he was in a full-blown run, wings tucked behind him to offer less resistance. He arrived at the Cerebrate quickly, and stopped before him, déjà vu striking again. The Cerebrate looked over him again, and was happy that this Sarafigull looked like the same one as the last one. The Cerebrate also realized that he allowed this one access to the first Saraf's memories, however short they were.
Sarafigull said nothing, as no words were needed, and for several other reasons. One being his mouth could not form intelligible words, the other being his telepathy was not strong enough to send his thoughts to others. He merely turned about, and headed for the nearest Overlord. It was then his Cerebrate spoke to him again.
Sarafigull let out an low growl apologetically, and spread his wings, testing their strength. They seemed to have enough power to get him through the air and through the atmosphere. Once he was in space, it would be easy to coast and get to Kerrigan.
Sarafigull beat his powerful wings, and lifted off. He flew unsteadily at first, then after a few minutes, was able to fly with the best of Mutas. His speed was rivaling that of the Scourge. Suddenly a group of Devourers surrounded Saraf, and he wondered what they were there for. His Cerebrate, feeling the need to know what his creation would be up to, had set up a one-way mind link, that Saraf did not sense unless the Cerebrate was talking to him. In this case, the Cerebrate sensed Saraf's confusion, and told him that these Devourers were there to help defend him in case it was needed. They would defend him until they got to the perimeter of Kerrigan's base. From that point on, he would be on his own.
Saraf pondered on what his Queen would want, feeling some new emotions emerge. Anxiety. Worry. Fear. These were feelings he would never sense again, not even when faced with impossible odds, and he would only feel this way the first time meeting his Queen. The Devourers, a score strong, were the most the Cerebrate could offer unless he wanted to seriously cripple his air strength by sending his Mutas or his ASM launchers, his Guardians. (A.N. ASM- Air-to-Surface Missiles, and yes I know they don't shoot real missiles, but I'm sure your Marines would argue…)
After flying for a few hours, Saraf grew bored. He was actually hoping to meet with a Terran scouting party. He was itching to try his new body. New body in being increased carapace strength, and he might have had some new attacks that he didn't get a chance to try during his last life. Mainly because his last life was so short, but also because he was only in one battle, a surface-surface fight, so he didn't get to see if he had the ability to fire Glave Wurms yet.
Off in the distance, he thought he could see something flying. He narrowed his crimson, glowing eyes, increasing his sight distance. (A.N. kinda like built-in binocs) It was a… Scourge! What? Was he at Kerrigan's base already? He looked a bit past the Scourge, and saw what looked to be a Spore Colony. Yes! It was his Queen's base! Finally.
Later he would learn that his Queen had several main bases, to confuse her enemies. For now, however, he thought this was Kerrigan's only base. Actually, this base still looked under construction. The drones seemed to be busy, while all the Larvae in the area were immediately changing into eggs the moment that they were born. Sarafigull was confused. Had he arrived at the wrong base? Were the Devourers leading him to the wrong place? He growled deep in his chest. He would be very angry if that was the case. Then he thought about it more. His growled died instantly. Think of what his Queen would do! She was not known for compassion, and she had earned the title Queen of Blades for a reason! Though his carapace was highly defended, she could still cut through him like butter.
When he landed, the Devourers turned tail and headed back for Saraf's home base. He looked back at them with an ugly scowl on his Lurker-ish face. If they had led him wrong, he would see to it that they were killed. Not that it mattered, for they could be replaced easily. Killing them would bring him little happiness. He sighed, scowl still on his face, and turned around. He sensed another mind pushing down his mental barriers, and invading his head. Instinctively, he tried to stop it, but then there was a voice with the mind.
Sarafigull did as she commanded, and rather quickly arrived at his Queen's Hive. He entered it, his fear having never left him. The Queen hadn't sounded angry, but Saraf didn't know if she was good at hiding her emotions. He walked slowly through the halls, wondering so many things at once. What did she look like, what attacks did she have, what was she like? All these things and many more were flying through his head. The Creep in this area seemed stronger, more resilient than the Creep at his home base. He walked into the main hall, and was actually surprised to see what he saw…
Warmth…
That was all the Larvae had ever known. Wait…This seemed familiar… What was the term the Humans used to describe this feeling?…Déjà vu. That was it. This all seemed like it happened before… Wait! Why can I think like this? Why do I have my own thoughts? I will ask the Cerebrate when I hatch… Until then I have no other choice than to sit here and try to regain my memories… I remember a battle…
The Cerebrate had just finished his communication with his Queen. She was, indeed, impressed with the new creature, and wanted the Cerebrate to send him to her as soon as he hatched. The Cerebrate looked over the egg one more time, making small adjustments for him to be able to fly into space and survive, and he was making sure that Saraf would not die the same way again. This was a fairly new Cerebrate, yet already he had shown great tactical skills and now, creating this creature! The Cerebrate was thinking ahead, filling Saraf's blood with a kind of cooling agent, which would help fighting the Human Wrist-Flamethrowers. The Human Needle-Shooters had nothing on Saraf, their Needles bounce against his carapace without effect. The Cerebrate wanted to see how he would fair in space.
The Overlords sensed the Cerebrate was up to something…it hadn't felt this much emotion coming from it before. They were confused about what to do. Should they be doing something different since the Cerebrate was in a new mood? Or should they just act like they normally did, and just relay commands to the warriors? There was one egg that seemed to be sitting there, and it hadn't yet hatched, that was odd. They were watching over it very carefully. A few of the Overlords had gotten out of control, the Cerebrate was being lax in it's excitement. Now the confusion was spreading to the warriors and the drones. They were wondering why a few of the Overlords were flying erratically, this had never happened before. Had they contracted some disease that required them to be removed? They waited for orders before doing anything.
The Cerebrate realized that his excitement was effecting his troops. He calmed himself down, and regained control of the Overlords, and soothed the confused Hydralisks. He then sent the order for the Sarafigull to hatch. The Overlords realized what was in the egg, and they also realized why the Cerebrate was so happy. They relayed the order to the egg.
The creature in the egg went crazy, all the while thinking that this was familiar. He ripped and tore the egg's membrane. Sarafigull sliced and tore his way out of the egg, spraying the blood everywhere. It stood up slowly on his legs, again, feeling the Creep under his feet. It gave, however not enough to where he could feel the ground, but it gave enough so he could feel it. He began walking, slowly at first, then faster, feeling his muscles growing used to the pressure and weight, until he was in a full-blown run, wings tucked behind him to offer less resistance. He arrived at the Cerebrate quickly, and stopped before him, déjà vu striking again. The Cerebrate looked over him again, and was happy that this Sarafigull looked like the same one as the last one. The Cerebrate also realized that he allowed this one access to the first Saraf's memories, however short they were.
Sarafigull said nothing, as no words were needed, and for several other reasons. One being his mouth could not form intelligible words, the other being his telepathy was not strong enough to send his thoughts to others. He merely turned about, and headed for the nearest Overlord. It was then his Cerebrate spoke to him again.
Sarafigull let out an low growl apologetically, and spread his wings, testing their strength. They seemed to have enough power to get him through the air and through the atmosphere. Once he was in space, it would be easy to coast and get to Kerrigan.
Sarafigull beat his powerful wings, and lifted off. He flew unsteadily at first, then after a few minutes, was able to fly with the best of Mutas. His speed was rivaling that of the Scourge. Suddenly a group of Devourers surrounded Saraf, and he wondered what they were there for. His Cerebrate, feeling the need to know what his creation would be up to, had set up a one-way mind link, that Saraf did not sense unless the Cerebrate was talking to him. In this case, the Cerebrate sensed Saraf's confusion, and told him that these Devourers were there to help defend him in case it was needed. They would defend him until they got to the perimeter of Kerrigan's base. From that point on, he would be on his own.
Saraf pondered on what his Queen would want, feeling some new emotions emerge. Anxiety. Worry. Fear. These were feelings he would never sense again, not even when faced with impossible odds, and he would only feel this way the first time meeting his Queen. The Devourers, a score strong, were the most the Cerebrate could offer unless he wanted to seriously cripple his air strength by sending his Mutas or his ASM launchers, his Guardians. (A.N. ASM- Air-to-Surface Missiles, and yes I know they don't shoot real missiles, but I'm sure your Marines would argue…)
After flying for a few hours, Saraf grew bored. He was actually hoping to meet with a Terran scouting party. He was itching to try his new body. New body in being increased carapace strength, and he might have had some new attacks that he didn't get a chance to try during his last life. Mainly because his last life was so short, but also because he was only in one battle, a surface-surface fight, so he didn't get to see if he had the ability to fire Glave Wurms yet.
Off in the distance, he thought he could see something flying. He narrowed his crimson, glowing eyes, increasing his sight distance. (A.N. kinda like built-in binocs) It was a… Scourge! What? Was he at Kerrigan's base already? He looked a bit past the Scourge, and saw what looked to be a Spore Colony. Yes! It was his Queen's base! Finally.
Later he would learn that his Queen had several main bases, to confuse her enemies. For now, however, he thought this was Kerrigan's only base. Actually, this base still looked under construction. The drones seemed to be busy, while all the Larvae in the area were immediately changing into eggs the moment that they were born. Sarafigull was confused. Had he arrived at the wrong base? Were the Devourers leading him to the wrong place? He growled deep in his chest. He would be very angry if that was the case. Then he thought about it more. His growled died instantly. Think of what his Queen would do! She was not known for compassion, and she had earned the title Queen of Blades for a reason! Though his carapace was highly defended, she could still cut through him like butter.
When he landed, the Devourers turned tail and headed back for Saraf's home base. He looked back at them with an ugly scowl on his Lurker-ish face. If they had led him wrong, he would see to it that they were killed. Not that it mattered, for they could be replaced easily. Killing them would bring him little happiness. He sighed, scowl still on his face, and turned around. He sensed another mind pushing down his mental barriers, and invading his head. Instinctively, he tried to stop it, but then there was a voice with the mind.
Sarafigull did as she commanded, and rather quickly arrived at his Queen's Hive. He entered it, his fear having never left him. The Queen hadn't sounded angry, but Saraf didn't know if she was good at hiding her emotions. He walked slowly through the halls, wondering so many things at once. What did she look like, what attacks did she have, what was she like? All these things and many more were flying through his head. The Creep in this area seemed stronger, more resilient than the Creep at his home base. He walked into the main hall, and was actually surprised to see what he saw…