I grabbed the controls and altered the coordinates not 2 seconds before the
crash. The dropship had no time to fully change direction. I opened the
back landing ramp and prepared for the worst, everyone huddled around the
exit waiting for the right moment.
"Now!" I yelled as the dropship skidded against the mountain. All but one
marine bailed, the screaming one who thought he was going to die anyway, I
didnt notice until we counted casualties. But everyone who bothered to bail
out did so at just the right time because about 10 yards away...spark, and
boom. A second earlier and we would have died from the impact because of
the speed of the ship, (It slowed down as it skidded along the
mountainside.) and a second late we would have been burning to a crisp in
the twisted wreckage of the dropship.
The dropship was a fireball. The pilot lay dead, burning. His skin lay
melted next to him, with a few strands of meat clinging down from the bone;
all charred. Most of the marines were alive, but hurting. We had 1 or 2
casualties, not including the pilot. 1 being the screaming marine from
before. I suppose he got what he expected, but I didnt say anything, I
turned towards Devin, his marine suit had some new dents, and his helmet
was slightly cracked, but there was air on the planet (thank God).
"Wow, that was tense, I'm glad most of us are alive...most of us." Devin
said.
"Yeah, but not for long if this really is the Protoss homeworld, we need to
find out." I looked around, suddenly I saw a ripple in the air.
"Smith." I stated. The ripple phased into the form of a human, in ghost
uniform.
"Johnothan Smith reporting" The ghost said as he phased in.
"Yeah, go sco-"
"Scout a bit, I know." He replied.
"Forgot, ghosts are telepaths arent they? Can't I finish my sentince next
time?"
"Whatever..." John said, it wasn't really a reply....more just a general
statement. He dissapeared again and didnt reappear for several hours. He
phased in, completely out of nowhere.
"Definatley Toss.....Zerg too, LOTS of Zerg. But they're not attacking, and
they're definatly avoiding Toss, You'd think they'd be noticed by now..."
"Yeah, you know, that seems strange, the Toss could have any planet as the
Homeworld, why stay here and risk Zerg attacks?" Devin wondered. Before
anyone could reply, we heard an alien-type scream and a splatter of ichor
behind a rock was seen. It was about then we had our first encounter with
the Protoss ground units. We decided to name them Zealots, but we hadn't
decided on that name yet. Also, spider-like things we called Dragoons. I
dove in cover behind one of the many boulders that were here and drew my
gauss rifle. I was crouched beside Devin and John, Devin with another gauss
and John with a standard issue canister rifle. I rolled out of hiding and
unloaded a clip or two on the creature, it was barely hurt. I rolled back
in behind the rock.
"Holy shit, its fucking invincible!" I screamed.
"No way!" Cried another marine, he rushed at the Zealot and was instantly
torn to shreds by sythe-type things coming from the Zealots arms. Behind
him, was a ball of dark red energy, with a figure standing right in the
center.
"Power overwhelming!" It cried. Then suddenly one of the marines got a
glazed look in his eyes and began firing on us.
"Holy shit, mind control!?" I screamed as I took down the firing marine. At
about that time people started to run from the forces. We knew we were
supposed to die, but we werent gonna give up. At least; I wasnt gonna give
up. Running a scan with an attachment on my suit, I noticed this planet was
rich with minerals and materials.
Materials for dropships. Materials for upgrades.
I was about to talk to my fellow marines when I quickly realized I was the
only marine still there, quickly I ran in the direction of the other
marines.
"Guys," I whispered. "Theres enough shit on this planet to last us each for
3 lifetimes, with some left over even for upgrades, and maybe building a
dropship!"
"We could get outta here?" Devin excitedly asked.
"Yeah, but lets work on upgrades first, those Zealots are fucking strong."
I replied.
"No shit Sherlock." John stated. "Listen up people," He loudly continued.
"I know spome of you were SCV workers so tell me right now, what would it
take to upgrade every armament we brought?"
"Marine Kip Withers reporting," A marine stated. "I was upgraded to marine
status only 1 week ago, it would take about 300lbs of minerals, some
ironite, and 50 kilos of titanium to upgrade the bullets, the guns, and the
armor."
"Thank you, Ensign Withers," I replied to him "Now lets get to work!"
Several hours later we had mined only 50lbs of minerals because of our lack
of tools and experience, but we had some luck, there was an unstable
catacomb of minerals that broke away from the walls easily, soon we got
around two thirds of the required minerals, that was when "it" happened....
What happened? What is this "it"? Find out in the next exciting chapter of.....Starcraft:Story of Glyth! *dramatic music*
What happened? What is this "it"? Find out in the next exciting chapter of.....Starcraft:Story of Glyth! *dramatic music*
