Hey all you, finally got it done! Schoolwork+new RPG+no time=slow; bear
with me. Remember the legal schtuff: I don't own nothin'(yet--mwahahaha!).
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Chapter three: Chau Sara
The hovel Zasamankt was locked in following her capture was...interesting, to say the least. The hut seemed to have been improvised from a wrecked dropship, having large holes, scorch marks, and dents all over. She was bound by strips of Psiore, a substance that, when used to imprison any form of creature after being refined into metal, nullified all externally affecting powers of the mind -- her cloaking shield was not working. She, not liking it, sawed away at the manacles with the jagged edge of one of the holes, breaking the brittle metal off within seconds. As she was gathering up the mental energy it took to recreate her warp blade to hack an entrance, she heard the telltale rustle of metal against metal, signifying either a release or food. She readied her blade, for if it was the latter, it could become the first. The door opened, and she quickly unsummoned her blade, for the terran before her carried no rations. He was a man of average height, with greasy, unruly black hair, blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and worry lines etched into his face that revealed his responsibility: a leader of some sort. He smiled, revealing a row of pearl-colored teeth that, among other things, had more than a few gaps in them.
"Welcome to our tribe, outlander. I am Angus Mensha, governor of tribe Chau Sara. I'll admit, my son Steven was none too hospitable to you upon your arrival, but that is to be expected, seeing as we are refugees from Chau Sara's downfall, so many years ago. Since the Protoss destroyed our planet, many of my people have been adverse to your coming here. We were exiled here by the Confederacy when we saw evidence of Zerg proliferation on our fair planet. We received newscasts for a while, but we were soon cut off when interfering forces destroyed our satellite. Many other planets are here, too: Korhal, Char, and Mar Sara are but a few of them. However, those three are the most prominent. If you can get these bands to unite with us to form an alliance, I would be most grateful and let you return to your settlement. Take this letter with you; it will allow you to bypass the clan's guards." Mensha paused to motion to seven soldiers with rifles and one with a flamethrower over to where the pair was talking. "I will lend you these troops to help carry out this onerous task. Go now!"
Zasamankt set out, her entourage of eight right behind her. After near-endless plains of snow, ice, and rock, Zasamankt spotted a symbol on one of the bigger caves, signifying Korhal's refugee camp. She showed her letter to one of the guards, and she was escorted to the lavish palace of the leader of the Korhalians, Chieftain Robert.
"I would join with Angus, but for my own problems. Something is slaughtering my Ursadon herds, out in the Glacial Expanses. Until these herds are made safe, I cannot afford to lend my assistance to the creation of an alliance."
And so they walked. They came to the herd, a large furry mass on an otherwise-sparse ice cliff. As the Ursadons were shooed away, four purple snake-like hydralisks emerged from the chaos of the stampede. They all hissed and lauched long, jagged neeedle-shaped spined at the nine. Two of the rifle-armed troops were felled before the hydras succumbed to fire, impaler rounds, and scythe swipes. With their return, the chieftain agreed to join the Chau Sarans. To recompense for Zasamankt's casualties, the chieftain gave her two Siege tanks. The party of eleven was given a fond farewell and shown the way to Char's stronghold.
When they arrived there, the encampment was deserted save one small boy.
"Gone, my people are, taken by the eastern Confederates," the boy said dully.
And so, the group marched to the far east, until they saw a black dot against the pristine white, a sure sign of a settlement. As they got closer, Zasamankt ordered her tanks to deploy their powerful shock cannons to pulverize the walls and towers surrounding the prison area. When the walls were thoroughly damaged to allow access, Zasamankt and her other soldiers rushed the prison camp, taking the already-ravaged guards by surprise. The soldiers tossed rifles to the captives, and soon they had eliminated the entire camp. When the Charians returned, their grateful leader, Count Gatwei, agreed to the idea of an alliance, and gave the soldiers weapon upgrades. As they were leaving, Zasamankt bought three lumbering Goliath walker mercenaries from a mercenary leader.
They traveled next to a warmer section of Braxis, where the snow had melted into mud and eventually fueled a sprouting of grass. This was the new home of the Mar Saran refugees, people from a climate most like that of this very grove. Their leader, upon Zasamankt's arrival, said, "I cannot make any decisions without my staff. It was taken from me in the rocky wilderness by a brood of Coral Vipers. Retrieve it, and I will consider the issue."
The motley group marched through the rocky wasteland until they reached a cave, surrounded by shed snake skins. One of the Goliaths fired a blast that drove nine large, snarling vipers with small, clawed limbs out of their den. All of them charged at once, slashing powerfully. A heated battle ensued, and three of the remaining riflemen and one of the Goliaths fell before the vipers lay dead. Zasamankt walked in, took the staff, and exited to return to the Mar Saran encampment. With the staff in her hand, their chief agreed to the alliance, and a weary Zasamankt returned to the Chau Sara encampment, now much more populous. The grateful governor gave Zasamankt one platoon of twenty marines, four firebats, and four siege tanks. Zasamankt was given directions to her Nexus, then she left.
As she was walking out, Steven, the governor's son, ran up to her, carrying a C-10 canister rifle. He said, "I wish to come with you, to see the universe and to make restitution for my uncivil treatment of you." She nodded, then continued to walk to her base.
When she arrived, the base was near to overflowing with Protoss. One of the Zealots she had originally had controlled walked up to her, saluted, and said, "We captured a creature one hour ago. We are just now bringing it into our base."
Zasamankt walked over to the entrance to the Nexus and walked over to the stretcher being brought inside. On the stretcher was that seemed to be a female terran, with four long tentacles, large bat wings, and no clothing to speak of. She managed to croak out some unintelligible word in a guttural language before falling unconscious.
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Another exciting end chapter three of Fury of the Creator! Remember, reviews are appreciated. Since I am not completely sure which way to take the story ( ^__^;;) , include that in the review: action, intrigue, whatever. Thanks!
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Chapter three: Chau Sara
The hovel Zasamankt was locked in following her capture was...interesting, to say the least. The hut seemed to have been improvised from a wrecked dropship, having large holes, scorch marks, and dents all over. She was bound by strips of Psiore, a substance that, when used to imprison any form of creature after being refined into metal, nullified all externally affecting powers of the mind -- her cloaking shield was not working. She, not liking it, sawed away at the manacles with the jagged edge of one of the holes, breaking the brittle metal off within seconds. As she was gathering up the mental energy it took to recreate her warp blade to hack an entrance, she heard the telltale rustle of metal against metal, signifying either a release or food. She readied her blade, for if it was the latter, it could become the first. The door opened, and she quickly unsummoned her blade, for the terran before her carried no rations. He was a man of average height, with greasy, unruly black hair, blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and worry lines etched into his face that revealed his responsibility: a leader of some sort. He smiled, revealing a row of pearl-colored teeth that, among other things, had more than a few gaps in them.
"Welcome to our tribe, outlander. I am Angus Mensha, governor of tribe Chau Sara. I'll admit, my son Steven was none too hospitable to you upon your arrival, but that is to be expected, seeing as we are refugees from Chau Sara's downfall, so many years ago. Since the Protoss destroyed our planet, many of my people have been adverse to your coming here. We were exiled here by the Confederacy when we saw evidence of Zerg proliferation on our fair planet. We received newscasts for a while, but we were soon cut off when interfering forces destroyed our satellite. Many other planets are here, too: Korhal, Char, and Mar Sara are but a few of them. However, those three are the most prominent. If you can get these bands to unite with us to form an alliance, I would be most grateful and let you return to your settlement. Take this letter with you; it will allow you to bypass the clan's guards." Mensha paused to motion to seven soldiers with rifles and one with a flamethrower over to where the pair was talking. "I will lend you these troops to help carry out this onerous task. Go now!"
Zasamankt set out, her entourage of eight right behind her. After near-endless plains of snow, ice, and rock, Zasamankt spotted a symbol on one of the bigger caves, signifying Korhal's refugee camp. She showed her letter to one of the guards, and she was escorted to the lavish palace of the leader of the Korhalians, Chieftain Robert.
"I would join with Angus, but for my own problems. Something is slaughtering my Ursadon herds, out in the Glacial Expanses. Until these herds are made safe, I cannot afford to lend my assistance to the creation of an alliance."
And so they walked. They came to the herd, a large furry mass on an otherwise-sparse ice cliff. As the Ursadons were shooed away, four purple snake-like hydralisks emerged from the chaos of the stampede. They all hissed and lauched long, jagged neeedle-shaped spined at the nine. Two of the rifle-armed troops were felled before the hydras succumbed to fire, impaler rounds, and scythe swipes. With their return, the chieftain agreed to join the Chau Sarans. To recompense for Zasamankt's casualties, the chieftain gave her two Siege tanks. The party of eleven was given a fond farewell and shown the way to Char's stronghold.
When they arrived there, the encampment was deserted save one small boy.
"Gone, my people are, taken by the eastern Confederates," the boy said dully.
And so, the group marched to the far east, until they saw a black dot against the pristine white, a sure sign of a settlement. As they got closer, Zasamankt ordered her tanks to deploy their powerful shock cannons to pulverize the walls and towers surrounding the prison area. When the walls were thoroughly damaged to allow access, Zasamankt and her other soldiers rushed the prison camp, taking the already-ravaged guards by surprise. The soldiers tossed rifles to the captives, and soon they had eliminated the entire camp. When the Charians returned, their grateful leader, Count Gatwei, agreed to the idea of an alliance, and gave the soldiers weapon upgrades. As they were leaving, Zasamankt bought three lumbering Goliath walker mercenaries from a mercenary leader.
They traveled next to a warmer section of Braxis, where the snow had melted into mud and eventually fueled a sprouting of grass. This was the new home of the Mar Saran refugees, people from a climate most like that of this very grove. Their leader, upon Zasamankt's arrival, said, "I cannot make any decisions without my staff. It was taken from me in the rocky wilderness by a brood of Coral Vipers. Retrieve it, and I will consider the issue."
The motley group marched through the rocky wasteland until they reached a cave, surrounded by shed snake skins. One of the Goliaths fired a blast that drove nine large, snarling vipers with small, clawed limbs out of their den. All of them charged at once, slashing powerfully. A heated battle ensued, and three of the remaining riflemen and one of the Goliaths fell before the vipers lay dead. Zasamankt walked in, took the staff, and exited to return to the Mar Saran encampment. With the staff in her hand, their chief agreed to the alliance, and a weary Zasamankt returned to the Chau Sara encampment, now much more populous. The grateful governor gave Zasamankt one platoon of twenty marines, four firebats, and four siege tanks. Zasamankt was given directions to her Nexus, then she left.
As she was walking out, Steven, the governor's son, ran up to her, carrying a C-10 canister rifle. He said, "I wish to come with you, to see the universe and to make restitution for my uncivil treatment of you." She nodded, then continued to walk to her base.
When she arrived, the base was near to overflowing with Protoss. One of the Zealots she had originally had controlled walked up to her, saluted, and said, "We captured a creature one hour ago. We are just now bringing it into our base."
Zasamankt walked over to the entrance to the Nexus and walked over to the stretcher being brought inside. On the stretcher was that seemed to be a female terran, with four long tentacles, large bat wings, and no clothing to speak of. She managed to croak out some unintelligible word in a guttural language before falling unconscious.
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Another exciting end chapter three of Fury of the Creator! Remember, reviews are appreciated. Since I am not completely sure which way to take the story ( ^__^;;) , include that in the review: action, intrigue, whatever. Thanks!