Prologue:
I sat down in the chair, staring across at the dark shadowy figure across the table from me. My head turned from left and then to right, only to see two marines in marine armor holding a gauss rifle up to there chest. One of them took a stimpack to his neck and it sizzled and he gave out a sigh of relief. They both had evil looks in their eyes, well no wonder, they are resocilized criminals. These guys would kill their own mother if ordered to. I turned my head back straight at the figure, I knew he, she, or it was watching me. Even though I couldn't precisely see it, I knew he or she was. I was in a white T-Shirt and grey pants, prisoner pants, and black shoes. I was just a mere prisoner to these men. The only reason why I am in this fancy room is because I am now sitting in front of a very high ranking officer. They took my marine battle outfit and my best souped up gauss rifle. I wish I had it, no telling when the Zerg would attack this outpost. In this kind of hell hole, the armor and the rifle will become your best friends.
My name? My name is Justin "Stryke" Schilling. A former Sergeant of the Terran Dominion. I got the nickname "Stryke" from my men and comrades, because my skills in fighting and combat. Apparently, I wasn't mysterious to these people. A stern and calm male voice then broke my thoughts.
"So, Sergeant Stryke, Let me here your story of why you are here". "Well, Sir, I have made many mistakes in my life, but joining the Dominion was far the worst....but me and my friend and brother had no choice, we were desperate...." And this is where the story begins......
Star Craft ~The Legacy Continues~
I sat down in the chair, staring across at the dark shadowy figure across the table from me. My head turned from left and then to right, only to see two marines in marine armor holding a gauss rifle up to there chest. One of them took a stimpack to his neck and it sizzled and he gave out a sigh of relief. They both had evil looks in their eyes, well no wonder, they are resocilized criminals. These guys would kill their own mother if ordered to. I turned my head back straight at the figure, I knew he, she, or it was watching me. Even though I couldn't precisely see it, I knew he or she was. I was in a white T-Shirt and grey pants, prisoner pants, and black shoes. I was just a mere prisoner to these men. The only reason why I am in this fancy room is because I am now sitting in front of a very high ranking officer. They took my marine battle outfit and my best souped up gauss rifle. I wish I had it, no telling when the Zerg would attack this outpost. In this kind of hell hole, the armor and the rifle will become your best friends.
My name? My name is Justin "Stryke" Schilling. A former Sergeant of the Terran Dominion. I got the nickname "Stryke" from my men and comrades, because my skills in fighting and combat. Apparently, I wasn't mysterious to these people. A stern and calm male voice then broke my thoughts.
"So, Sergeant Stryke, Let me here your story of why you are here". "Well, Sir, I have made many mistakes in my life, but joining the Dominion was far the worst....but me and my friend and brother had no choice, we were desperate...." And this is where the story begins......
Star Craft ~The Legacy Continues~