Chapter 1 The Planet Mar Sara
"Everyone has a beginning. All stories do. The place, the people, and the friends. Well, my story begins at a planet called Mar Sara. Yes, the Mar Sara that was decimated by the Protoss last year in May. Their ships floated over the helpless planet, the bright lights going off like NYC on Old Earth. But let's stop talking about the almighty Protoss and cut to the chase. I had a friend named Matthew Stubbs; he was the only friend I ever had. We worked at the same place.He always had a knack for airplanes and he always dreamed of being a pilot. In fact, he started to enforce in the Confederacy Air Force. I decided to lay low; I didn't know what I wanted to do yet. My brother, he's a weird kind of guy. He always planned everything out, and he was able to invent such crazy stuff. And the funny thing was, every time I would say something, he sometimes would answer before I finished my sentence. Although he is my brother, I thought he was a total wacko, but who ever knew that his talents saved our asses. but as usual, all happy things come to an end….."-Stryke
I looked up at the bright sky, the sun shined in my face. I ran through the field and then towards a nearby broken edge, only to jump off the cliff, doing a dive and starting to fall down into the icy blue water below. But as I was falling, everything grew dark, and then I stopped falling and floated there. My eyes darted around wildly.
"What the hell is going on here?" I thought.
I looked at my hands, as they grew eyes, red, evil looking ones, Fangs grew on them and I screamed and jumped back, floating in the air, only to see some sort of creature then in front of me. It stood on all fours, its claws were long, and it looked like it could shred a cow in less then two seconds. It had a very long body, and its hind legs look like it could make him stand up straight, being about 8 feet tall Drool dripped from its fangs, it cawed ferioucisly. It opened its mouth as if to speak.
"Wake up Justin" it said. "Wake up Justin. Wake up Justin."
My eyes shot open, I was staring at a wall that was ahead of me. I let out a long breath from my nose as I then pushed myself up and looked at the stupid annoying alarm clock. I punched in the snooze button. It was 6:03 in the morning, and its Saturday. There is no damn work on Saturdays. I must have put the alarm on by accident last night. I threw my feet over the side of the bed and then looked down at the floor, my hands on each knee.
I was an average looking guy, dark brown hair going down to the middle of my neck, brown eyebrows, hazel eyes. I am about 5'10 in height and I weight about 170 pounds. I was 23 at the time, I was a little mother, I know. I then stood up on my feet and looked around my room. I wonder where my wacko brother was. My floor was a total mess. Comic books and clothes lied on the floor. I liked comic books still; they remind me of Old Earth. Or at least, that's what my father told me. I picked up a white T-shirt and brought it up to my nose and smelled it. It smelled fine to me, so I threw it on and picked up a pair of jeans and put them on. I then grabbed the socks and sat down on the edge of my bed, which the sheets were thrown everywhere. I slipped on the socks and then grabbed my sneakers and put them on, tying the laces in about two seconds. I walked to the door and wrapped my hand around the knob, then twisting it and pushing on it and the door swung open. I let go of the knob and went on, my journey down the stairs.
I walked down the stairs slowly, to meet my brother down in the living room. He had the remote in his left hand; he sat down in an armchair single seater couch. He stared at the TV screen blankly, the news was on. Some unknown creatures were running around, tearing up bodies of cows and about two casualties of humans were traced. I looked at the side of the chair and he had one of his inventions to him, a C-10 Canister Rifle that was sawed off and souped up to his taste, such as the lock down ability and the laser. He was also wearing a device on his chest, which allowed him to cloak.
Marc would be a great engineer. He was able to build such crazy things. Basically, we licensed that C-10 Rifle and then he souped it up with some different kind of bullets and sawed off the barrel and added the lockdown and the laser. He is pretty smart, for a now 21 year old. The only thing that scares me is sometimes he answers my questions before I even finish.
"Anything good on?" I asked as I sat down on the couch on the farthest end of the wall, my neck turned and my face facing the TV.
"Nope" He replied glumly. "Just reports about unknown creatures killing humans and animals and ripping them to little shreds."
"Why did you bring out the rifle? Scared, aren't ya?" I shot back with a slight playful smile on my face.
"Well, hey bro, you need to take some kind of precaution, right?"
"Yeah, whatever you say, you keep watching your boring news; I will go see how Matt's Air Force studies are going." And with that I dragged myself out the door.
The wind blew my hair a bit as I looked around. Some kids laughed and ran by, holding airplanes and making the sound as the airplane would. In the distance, the Confederate flag blew in the wind on top of a small settlement. That was the confederacy base; I wouldn't pass in there for a second. Only Confederate troops were allowed to pass into the base. The Confederacy Air Force Academy was on the other side of town, it was a long walk
I walked by a group of people that seemed to be having a riot. I looked over and decided to investigate. Besides, Matt is probably working on some grand project, such as flying a Confed Wraith.
I made my way over to the crowd, they were jabbering, so I couldn't make out what anyone was saying. All I saw in the middle was a huge gigantic ape looking old guy. He had a spiky kind of head, and he was an officer of the confederacy. He was probably General Duke, the man they sent down here to investigate. He had a battle cruiser up high in the orbit of Mar Sara, and he must of come down due to reports. A reporter then shoved a microphone up to him and asked him a question.
"General Duke, what do you have to say about the attacks on the farmers' herds?" the reporter asked.
"I think that these creatures are just ordinary animals like wolves and bears at 'Old Earth', so they should be nothing to worry about. Besides, I got my boys down here patrolling; I will not answer anymore questions from now. So all ya'll have a real nice day, ya hear?"
With that, the huge general then walked out of the crowd, pushing his way through the people that blocked his path. The reporters tried to shove more microphones down his throat, but he just threw their arms away, until finally he boarded a white drop ship marked with a Confederacy flag on the side. I watched the ship then float into the air, the fire coming out from the pipes in the back, and then finally and quickly zoom off into the distance. I then turned away from the crowd and began to walk to my destination again.
I walked up to a building, and the same confederate flag was on the wall right above the doorway, and two marines in their battle armor held a gauss rifle in their hands. They had the rifle held up to their chest, and their heads moved from side to side, keeping watch. One of them had a cigarette in their mouth, and the smoke filtered out as he smoked it. This was an airbase, and they had to protect it well. Must be boring just standing there and looking tough. But I didn't know I'd be like one of them…soon enough.
One of the guards spotted me and he walked up to me, the other one stayed where he stood.
"What is your business here, civi?" he asked.
"I came to talk to my friend, Matthew Stubbs" I replied, looking into the cold, killing eyes of the marine.
"That's alright, boy, but orders are to check you for any weapons, so sit tight will ya?" and with that he put down his gauss rifle on the ground and then ran his hands over my body, checking my pockets, my shirt, even my ass.
When he was finally satisfied, he bent down and picked up his rifles and looked over at his friend.
"He's clean, he can go in"
"Alright boy, but civis must get out at 3:30 P.M sharp, we are doing flight testing."
I finally took my steps away from the two men, and then finally got into the building. The cool air quickly hit my face, which was drenching with sweat. It felt really good. I looked around slowly, and pilot trainees were walking all over. I have to get to Matt's study room, room 118.
I turned around the corridor and then entered the room, and there he was. He sat at a desk, his head resting in the palm of his hand. His elbow was leaning on the table, and his right hand held a pen, as he was quickly jotting down notes.
Matt was a kind of big person, with blonde hair and blue eyes. His hair was short, due that he was basically in the military, he had to. His muscles showed a bit, they weren't as big as those marines though. It didn't matter though, he was a pilot. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt that had a confederate flag right where his heart lied. His black combat boots were on his feet, over his white socks he was wearing.
Matt was a more calm type of person, and like I said, he dreamed of being a pilot. It's too bad he had to join the confeds. The confeds seem to be one of the biggest asshole groups I have ever met.
I sneaked up behind Matt quietly, and just before I can scare him, he whipped out a 9mm handgun and aimed it at me, it clicked in his hand, and he had a small smile on his face.
"Boo" he said.
"Ok, Ok, you got me; put that damn thing away though."
He then slipped it back down in his jeans pocket, as he then looked at his paper and started jotting down notes from the book that lied ahead from his notebook.
"So why are you carrying that thing anyway?" I asked, looking around the room as I did.
"As a precaution to the creature attacks" he replied, still looking down at his notebook.
"Oh come on, why am I the only one who isn't scared?" I shot back.
"Because you're a dumb and stupid person," Matt began, "That wouldn't have any sort of protection to when a creature we call a "zergling" comes up and rips you to shreds."
"What, you know the name of the creature? Do you even know what it looks like?" I asked curiously.
"Nope, that is just what the confederate scientists call them. I don't know why, they just told us some info on them. They told us it was classified though, so whatever you do, don't tell any civis"
Even Matt was calling civilians "civis".
"Alright, whatever you say, sarge!" and I mocked a salute to him.
Matt lightly punched me in my stomach. Just before I was about to say something though, a huge crash was heard and then a few gun shots.
"What the hell was that?" I said, changing the subject quickly.
Fear rushed through my veins already, and my mind just went cold. What the hell would be attacking Mar Sara? Maybe a group of terrorists? Or… My mind went blank.
"Shit, we are under attack!" Matt yelled, quickly drawing his 9mm, standing up so fast that the stool fell back behind him.
"That's all they gave you, a 9mm?" I shouted quickly.
"I don't see you holding anything." Matt shot back, then holding up the gun to the side of his face and walking towards the door. "Stay behind me, will ya?"
"Yeah, whatever you say, sarge" I said sarcastically.
I walked behind him, and then he quickly opened the door and popped out, turning to the side, facing the right and his gun aiming at the far wall. An explosion occurred and it knocked me off my feet, making me slip and falling into the desk, my mind raced faster now.
I opened my eyes after a little bit, and then quickly looked around.
"Hey, Matt!" I called out.
No answer. I then began to creep my way to the door. I poked my head out and looked around. No one. I then took a step out and wondered which way my friend went. I decided to go right, since that is the way he faced when I last saw him.
I began to walk down the corridor, and when I turned to go down the way I wanted, I saw a long creature running on all fours down the hall, towards me! I was in shock, and it then stopped and looked up at me, sniffing the air. Drool dripped from its fangs, and its long claws then came out as he then stood up on its hind legs, now being about 8 feet tall. My head just followed him up, and I began to think this was the end of my life. It cawed ferociously. Is this what Matt called a "Zergling". Well it shouldn't deserve the name –ling on the end, due that this thing was huge. What I didn't know was there were so much bigger things then this.
Just before I was about to crawl in the corner and let this thing eat the hell out of me, I looked down and saw a dead marine. His armor had hold punctures and shreds on his chest, blood pouring out from everywhere. The visor was splattered with blood, and through the thick mess, his face showed anguish of defeat. I looked in his hand, and there, held a gauss rifle.
I quickly picked it up and held it in my two hands, one wrapped around the handle and the other on the pipe.
"Go to hell!" I screamed, then firing multiple shots at its body. It cawed and blood spurted from the new holes I gave him. It screamed a high pitch sound, and I just pumped him full of lead. It finally fell on its stomach, and a blood puddle formed under its body. I let out a sigh of relief, and then looked on the side of the gun, a digital number there. It said "145" on it that means I have 145 bullets left. I may be what the confeds call a "civi" but I had my own gun training.
But this wasn't the end of the hell, more came running down the hall, and I quickly raised my rifle again and began to fire rapidly. Hundreds seem to come running around that corner, and even though many of them fell dead in their tracks, they overran my shots, and my gun clicked. The green digital number turned red and said "0".
"Shit!!" I screamed loudly, as I then backed the corner. This is it, I am dead. The zerglings ran closer and closer, giving out their cry of victory.