Copyright thingie: again, I repeat, I do not own Starcraft or any related
things, so there.
Zealot's Lament
All I see is darkness, all I hear is the high pitched buzz of nothingness, I am drifting in a limbo of sensory deprivation, I am cut off from my brethren in the Kalah.
The memories come, faint fuzzy memories, memories of my childhood on Aiur, so many years ago. I remember the fertile grasslands, the barren deserts, the huge temples, I remember starting my training as a Zealot to protect the conclave.
I diddnt graduate at the top of my class, was not the best at anything, I was just an average soldier. But I fought, I had nothing to lose, the only thing I had to gain was victory, and gain that I did, one after another our unit was undefeated, we werent the best, we had some losses, but we werent the worst either.
I remember when the Zerg first appeared in out little corner of the galaxy, we were first curious as to what this new creature was, of course that was before we found out just what they were all about, that's when the trouble started.
The claxons blared a double tone as I ran to the laboratory, dodging past scientists, they were so packed together in the hallway I could not risk activating my psionic blades for fear of damaging someone. The comotion was centered in the main lab where the new lifeforms were being examined, I could hear some kind of scuffle in there, accompanied by feral shreiks, as I burt throught the main doors of the examination room a sickening sight caught my eyes: there were bits of bodies sliding down the walls and a lone scientist on the floor, freshly dead.
Sitting on the dead persons chest was a disgusting insect like creature, slimy looking and drooling, its mandibles buried in the poor mans chest, feeding, a pair of viscious claws raised in the air in an instinctive reaction to my sudden entrance. This must be the Zerg creature ive heard about.
Without hesitation I activated my blades and settled into a defencive position, waiting for the attack that I knew would come. I did not want to kill the creature outright, maybe daze it and incapacitate it, I wouldn't want the head scientists to hear that I slaughtered a priceless specimen without trying to save it first.
It came at me with blinding speed, I barely dodged in time, it was attacking with blind hatred, and I used that to my advantage, hatred is a useful tool in battle, but too much makes one sloppy. As it flew by I grazed it with a blade to cause some pain, maybe that would slow it down. As soon as it hit the ground it was coming back at me, with another dodge I placed a boot to its midsection, winding it, while it was down I tied it, and put it into a cage.
With the danger out of the way I turned to the scientist to see if anything could be done with him, no luck, he was far from being saved. As I knelt next to the dead person, I heard a terrible shreik of metal, I turned to see the Zerg flying through the air at me, jaws open. I quickly activated my blades and impaled the thing on both of them, it still lunged at me, clipping an arm. With a yell of rage I brought the blades apart, severing the creature into 4 parts, the scientists will just have to do with four smaller samples instead of just one large one.
That was my first of many experiences with the Zerg, in the months that followed, one small skirmish extended into a full scale war, I had experience with all types of Zerg, from the flying ones to the ones that burrowed on the ground. I had oceans of Zerg blood on my hands.
The last battle I was in was the worst, we were leading a Dark Templar through enemy territory to a cerebrate, a job reserved for us with the most experience with the Zerg. I could feel him rather than see him through his full time cloaking, his darkness radiating through the air like a energy weapon discharge. Suddenly we were ambushed by a patrol of Zerglings, as we fought in a circle my comrades fell, and then we all heard a dreadful sound, the sound of a flight of Mutalisks winging our way. Soon it was just the Dark one and I back to back, Irony in action. Our comsets telling us that there were scouts on the way, we both knew it was the end for us, he decloaked just long enough for us to share a nod of acception and respect. Turning back to the task at hand, I thought that maybe the dark ones arent as bad as I had thought, maybe we have a chance now. Just as I pushed my blade through the carapace of a Zergling, I felt the Dark one fall behind me, and I heard the dreadful sound of a Mutalisk discharging its deadly worm twoards an enemy. I knew just who it was. I turned with a vain attempt to deflect the loathsome creature, but to no avail, I felt my skin sear, and I awoke in this limbo in which I rest now.
Suddenly, I can feel sensations again, I can feel my body again, but its not the same, its cold, metallic. I feel that my head is submerged in fluid, I try to take in my new surroundings, my senses are not what they once were, they are sharper, more precise. I am in some kind of building that's half hospital and half assembly hall, I recognize this place. I was taken to one in my childhood, it is a place where the risen ones awake. It is where Dragoons are reborn.
I take stock of what I have become, I accept it more easily than I thought I would have, it is comforting, I may even have a chance to destroy the one who destroyed me.
Since I no longer have lungs, I take a figurative breath, and announce to the world to which I am born to for the second time:
"I have returned."
Zealot's Lament
All I see is darkness, all I hear is the high pitched buzz of nothingness, I am drifting in a limbo of sensory deprivation, I am cut off from my brethren in the Kalah.
The memories come, faint fuzzy memories, memories of my childhood on Aiur, so many years ago. I remember the fertile grasslands, the barren deserts, the huge temples, I remember starting my training as a Zealot to protect the conclave.
I diddnt graduate at the top of my class, was not the best at anything, I was just an average soldier. But I fought, I had nothing to lose, the only thing I had to gain was victory, and gain that I did, one after another our unit was undefeated, we werent the best, we had some losses, but we werent the worst either.
I remember when the Zerg first appeared in out little corner of the galaxy, we were first curious as to what this new creature was, of course that was before we found out just what they were all about, that's when the trouble started.
The claxons blared a double tone as I ran to the laboratory, dodging past scientists, they were so packed together in the hallway I could not risk activating my psionic blades for fear of damaging someone. The comotion was centered in the main lab where the new lifeforms were being examined, I could hear some kind of scuffle in there, accompanied by feral shreiks, as I burt throught the main doors of the examination room a sickening sight caught my eyes: there were bits of bodies sliding down the walls and a lone scientist on the floor, freshly dead.
Sitting on the dead persons chest was a disgusting insect like creature, slimy looking and drooling, its mandibles buried in the poor mans chest, feeding, a pair of viscious claws raised in the air in an instinctive reaction to my sudden entrance. This must be the Zerg creature ive heard about.
Without hesitation I activated my blades and settled into a defencive position, waiting for the attack that I knew would come. I did not want to kill the creature outright, maybe daze it and incapacitate it, I wouldn't want the head scientists to hear that I slaughtered a priceless specimen without trying to save it first.
It came at me with blinding speed, I barely dodged in time, it was attacking with blind hatred, and I used that to my advantage, hatred is a useful tool in battle, but too much makes one sloppy. As it flew by I grazed it with a blade to cause some pain, maybe that would slow it down. As soon as it hit the ground it was coming back at me, with another dodge I placed a boot to its midsection, winding it, while it was down I tied it, and put it into a cage.
With the danger out of the way I turned to the scientist to see if anything could be done with him, no luck, he was far from being saved. As I knelt next to the dead person, I heard a terrible shreik of metal, I turned to see the Zerg flying through the air at me, jaws open. I quickly activated my blades and impaled the thing on both of them, it still lunged at me, clipping an arm. With a yell of rage I brought the blades apart, severing the creature into 4 parts, the scientists will just have to do with four smaller samples instead of just one large one.
That was my first of many experiences with the Zerg, in the months that followed, one small skirmish extended into a full scale war, I had experience with all types of Zerg, from the flying ones to the ones that burrowed on the ground. I had oceans of Zerg blood on my hands.
The last battle I was in was the worst, we were leading a Dark Templar through enemy territory to a cerebrate, a job reserved for us with the most experience with the Zerg. I could feel him rather than see him through his full time cloaking, his darkness radiating through the air like a energy weapon discharge. Suddenly we were ambushed by a patrol of Zerglings, as we fought in a circle my comrades fell, and then we all heard a dreadful sound, the sound of a flight of Mutalisks winging our way. Soon it was just the Dark one and I back to back, Irony in action. Our comsets telling us that there were scouts on the way, we both knew it was the end for us, he decloaked just long enough for us to share a nod of acception and respect. Turning back to the task at hand, I thought that maybe the dark ones arent as bad as I had thought, maybe we have a chance now. Just as I pushed my blade through the carapace of a Zergling, I felt the Dark one fall behind me, and I heard the dreadful sound of a Mutalisk discharging its deadly worm twoards an enemy. I knew just who it was. I turned with a vain attempt to deflect the loathsome creature, but to no avail, I felt my skin sear, and I awoke in this limbo in which I rest now.
Suddenly, I can feel sensations again, I can feel my body again, but its not the same, its cold, metallic. I feel that my head is submerged in fluid, I try to take in my new surroundings, my senses are not what they once were, they are sharper, more precise. I am in some kind of building that's half hospital and half assembly hall, I recognize this place. I was taken to one in my childhood, it is a place where the risen ones awake. It is where Dragoons are reborn.
I take stock of what I have become, I accept it more easily than I thought I would have, it is comforting, I may even have a chance to destroy the one who destroyed me.
Since I no longer have lungs, I take a figurative breath, and announce to the world to which I am born to for the second time:
"I have returned."