Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
PS. I'm not a "he"...But it just seemed more appropriate to make Durtz male in this fiction. Oh, and I finally got an idea for this fic. It's completely original, so if this story bears resemblance to any other fics... well, it shouldn't...
Aldaris grimaced. "Wonderful. We must again succumb to the foolish wills of a newbie player. How longer must we tolerate this?" He sat back in his plush chair inside the Nexus and took a sip of coffee to calm his raw nerves. What atrocities would the Protoss have to undergo this time? Having to send Zealots to defend their base one by one? Or perhaps rushing the Zealots into a Mutalisk-infested base? Or attacking a mass of Zerglings with a few Dragoons? Or...
He shuddered and gulped all the coffee down. Then he climbed to the top of the Nexus to oversee the base. "Durtz", the idiot player who was controlling him, was using the allotted four Probes to harvest the minerals.
Aldaris rolled his eyes. How stupid could Durtz be? Soon, Durtz had created a Pylon and Gateway.
"My life for Aiur."
.....
"My life for Aiur."
.....
"My life for Aiur."
......
Aldaris sat back and watched. "You must construct additional Pylons," He finally said in a bored voice
Meanwhile, the Zealots were conversing with each other on how idiotic Durtz was. "I have never been this bored in my entire 4-minute life," one complained.
"I thought we were fighting for Aiur, not Durtz," said another.
Suddenly, Aldaris heard the sound he sometimes loved and sometimes hated- Gauss rifles. "The warriors have engaged the enemy," He growled and headed off to make some more coffee.
This took 4 minutes. As he returned to his seat with a hot mug, he felt the Nexus shake. Pieces of shielding came splintering down on him. "Here we go again..." He muttered. "I'm getting out of here." He downed his coffee and quickly exited the Nexus from the back door. There, he called an Arbiter to warp him back to Aiur.
Safe back on Aiur, Aldaris brooded in his room. "Why must I put up with all that? I am a HERO High Templar, for goodness sakes. When is that Durtz ever going to learn?" Irritated, he cast a psionic storm on an unsuspecting Kakaru that blundered by. Not only did he have to watch over his single-player missions, but also his multiplayer games... This was driving him crazy.
Durtz would have to get better in a few days... or Aldaris would get the other Judicators to get rid of him.
That night, Aldaris waited till Durtz was away from the computer. Midnight. He pushed aside the glass surface of the computer monitor and slowly slipped out. He stealed into Durtz's room and suddenly shook him.
"Snorkkkk... Wha?" Durtz muttered and opened one eye. Then he bolted upright. A tall figure stood beside him, glowing eerily.
"Hey, you look like the Protoss dude on the com screen." Durtz said, once he had gotten over the initial shock.
"I am. And I am not a 'Protoss dude', I am Judicator Aldaris. Now come along. We have much to do."
"What is it?" Durtz asked sleepily as he was dragged into the computer. "Oh, my glasses!" He reached back outside just in time.
They were now standing on a high wall in Aiur. Aldaris glared at Durtz. "Your bad playing is causing all of Aiur to suffer. You must get better, or..." He shot a psionic storm high above him.
"All right, I'll try!" Durtz screamed.
"Good. Now the best way for one to learn the war practices and techniques of the Protoss is for one to become a Protoss himself. And that means that you will have to step down from the position of Executor and be a warrior. At least for now."
TO BE CONTINUED
PS. I'm not a "he"...But it just seemed more appropriate to make Durtz male in this fiction. Oh, and I finally got an idea for this fic. It's completely original, so if this story bears resemblance to any other fics... well, it shouldn't...
Aldaris grimaced. "Wonderful. We must again succumb to the foolish wills of a newbie player. How longer must we tolerate this?" He sat back in his plush chair inside the Nexus and took a sip of coffee to calm his raw nerves. What atrocities would the Protoss have to undergo this time? Having to send Zealots to defend their base one by one? Or perhaps rushing the Zealots into a Mutalisk-infested base? Or attacking a mass of Zerglings with a few Dragoons? Or...
He shuddered and gulped all the coffee down. Then he climbed to the top of the Nexus to oversee the base. "Durtz", the idiot player who was controlling him, was using the allotted four Probes to harvest the minerals.
Aldaris rolled his eyes. How stupid could Durtz be? Soon, Durtz had created a Pylon and Gateway.
"My life for Aiur."
.....
"My life for Aiur."
.....
"My life for Aiur."
......
Aldaris sat back and watched. "You must construct additional Pylons," He finally said in a bored voice
Meanwhile, the Zealots were conversing with each other on how idiotic Durtz was. "I have never been this bored in my entire 4-minute life," one complained.
"I thought we were fighting for Aiur, not Durtz," said another.
Suddenly, Aldaris heard the sound he sometimes loved and sometimes hated- Gauss rifles. "The warriors have engaged the enemy," He growled and headed off to make some more coffee.
This took 4 minutes. As he returned to his seat with a hot mug, he felt the Nexus shake. Pieces of shielding came splintering down on him. "Here we go again..." He muttered. "I'm getting out of here." He downed his coffee and quickly exited the Nexus from the back door. There, he called an Arbiter to warp him back to Aiur.
Safe back on Aiur, Aldaris brooded in his room. "Why must I put up with all that? I am a HERO High Templar, for goodness sakes. When is that Durtz ever going to learn?" Irritated, he cast a psionic storm on an unsuspecting Kakaru that blundered by. Not only did he have to watch over his single-player missions, but also his multiplayer games... This was driving him crazy.
Durtz would have to get better in a few days... or Aldaris would get the other Judicators to get rid of him.
That night, Aldaris waited till Durtz was away from the computer. Midnight. He pushed aside the glass surface of the computer monitor and slowly slipped out. He stealed into Durtz's room and suddenly shook him.
"Snorkkkk... Wha?" Durtz muttered and opened one eye. Then he bolted upright. A tall figure stood beside him, glowing eerily.
"Hey, you look like the Protoss dude on the com screen." Durtz said, once he had gotten over the initial shock.
"I am. And I am not a 'Protoss dude', I am Judicator Aldaris. Now come along. We have much to do."
"What is it?" Durtz asked sleepily as he was dragged into the computer. "Oh, my glasses!" He reached back outside just in time.
They were now standing on a high wall in Aiur. Aldaris glared at Durtz. "Your bad playing is causing all of Aiur to suffer. You must get better, or..." He shot a psionic storm high above him.
"All right, I'll try!" Durtz screamed.
"Good. Now the best way for one to learn the war practices and techniques of the Protoss is for one to become a Protoss himself. And that means that you will have to step down from the position of Executor and be a warrior. At least for now."
TO BE CONTINUED
