The Planet of Destruction
A/N: Hi again! How was the last chapter? I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 2: Training Start
Elisia woke up in a medical research facility. There were straps holding her to the table and many instruments scattered about the room. She knew where she was, more or less. The ghost training facility. The door to the room opened and a med tech in a white lab coat walked in. He busied himself studying the computer readouts of her condition. He was mumbling to himself. Elisia focused on his mind.
{How could she have that large of a psychic brain? Only the Protoss high templar are known for that size psyche. This is weird.} were his thoughts.
She laughed out loud. He didn't know about the gift and it was funny how he couldn't figure it out. Her laugh brought his attention to her.
"Oh! You're Awake." He said, surprise in his voice.
"Yes, I am awake, now let me go!" she demanded.
"Sorry miss, but I have strict order to keep you here until I can figure out what happened to you. Then you will start your training." He answered totally emotionless.
She thought about this.
{Wow, they are scared. They don't know how I got this powerful. Wait, that means Justin didn't tell them! Why?}
Just then the door opened again. A tall man in an officer's uniform walked in. He looked at her, then at the med tech, and finally at the monitors. Then he spoke.
"Continue with the 'admission' procedures. Maybe when they are done we can find out what is going on." He spoke to the med tech.
"Yes sir." The med tech answered quickly.
Now Elisia was worried. She figured that meant to start the surgeries and she knew that was bad. The med tech produced a mask and put it over her nose and mouth. He flipped a little switch and she could taste the Nitrous Oxide coming from the mask. She fought to keep conscious, a fight she couldn't hope to win. She slowly slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was the lights on the ceiling, slowly becoming blurrier and blurrier.
Her mind swam from the gas. She was physically unconscious, but mentally alert. Her mind reeled at the thought that an implant was being put into her head. The rumors of how ghost training was came rushing to her, pictures of anguish and torture, ultimately resulting in a mindless drone. She was determined to not be that mindless drone. She would keep her personality. A terrans will is strong, but a terran/protoss's will is stronger. Her mind was still foggy, but not that foggy. She lashed out into the room with psychic energy, hoping to hit the implant. All she got for her effort was a searing pain in her skull.
{I was too late} she realized the implant had already been inserted.
{Damn!}
Sometime later she woke up. She immediately tested the bonds, but found none. She stood up, and looked around. She was in a vast desert, devoid of all life, save herself. The sands stretched endlessly, or so they seemed to.
{So this is Ghost training. . .} She thought
She looked at herself and noticed some differences from the last time she could look at herself. She was wearing a dark grey body suit. Next to her were a visor with infrared and motion sensing capabilities, along with an empty canteen, and a C-10 canister rifle. She grabbed all the items and set out. She walked for many hours, the landscape never changing. Thirst and hunger were well known now, as was the intense heat. After walking for several hours, she couldn't move anymore. She collapsed on the ground, next to a cactus. Then she remembered that cactus's store water in there trunks. She reached down to her boot, grabbed the small field knife she discovered by tripping and stabbing herself, and cut the top of the cactus. The inside was indeed water, and she drank it greedily. No longer thirsty, but still hungry, she started walking again. Several more hours passed, and nothing happened. Then at 1654, according to the computer strapped to her arm, she saw a dropship fly over head. She waved and made frantic movements, but it kept going. Disappointed, she sat down. Soon after she sat down a small package landed on the ground a few yards away. She scrambled to get it. Inside was some ammo for the rifle and a tape recorder with a tape in it. She pushed play on the recorder and a message played back.
"Welcome to ghost training rookie. If you are hearing this then you have passed stage one, survive for 24 hours in the desert. Do you want out? Out of that cursed desert? Well here's your chance. A dropship will be waiting at Latitude 56 degrees 35 minutes Longitude 78 degrees 45minutes. It leaves at 0600 in two days. Be there or be left behind. Oh and by the way, we will try and stop you."
Elisia quickly input the coordinates into her arm pad and threw the recorder. Not long after she threw it, it exploded. She then checked the time, 0600. She started moving.
"Almost too predictable." She said
BACK AT GTH
"Okay, the dropship has delivered the cargo. Deploy the resistance." Ordered the commander.
The corporal in charge of the 'resistance' went to a computer, typed a few words and released the resistance. The commander looked at the number of them, snorted and ordered more to be released. The corporal looked started, but did as ordered.
COUNTDOWN: 0630
Elisia had been walking for a half hour when she heard it. The most horrible screaming noises she had ever heard. There were a lot of them, at least one thousand, if she was right. She reached for her arm pad, found the cloak function, and activated it. And she waited, she waited for fifteen minutes, then they came in sight. The things were the things see saw back in the office, Zerg. These must be weak ones, for they were all runners. For a brief moment, she thought about firing, but then thought better of it. A thousand to one odds weren't good. The swarm of runners soon separated into smaller groups and ran off. The clock sent her a warning telepathically. 0715.
COUNTDOWN: 0900 DAY 1 GTH
"Sir, our Zergling's haven't found her yet. Nor has any combat been reported." Corporal Jones reported.
"She is good. She has managed to completely avoid a thousand Zergling's. Excellent." answered the Commander.
COUNTDOWN: 0930 DAY 1 DESERT
Elisia had underestimated her enemy's intelligence. They were smart and could cover ground quickly. She had a hard time dodging them constantly. The weird creatures were running around, obviously looking for something, or someone. She shuddered as she thought of the consequences of being found by these things. Elisia was getting tired. She hadn't slept in over 24 hours. She ran off and waited for the creatures, to leave her area, then she dug a whole and buried herself in the desert sand.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
A/N: Okay, how's this? Please review it!
A/N: Hi again! How was the last chapter? I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 2: Training Start
Elisia woke up in a medical research facility. There were straps holding her to the table and many instruments scattered about the room. She knew where she was, more or less. The ghost training facility. The door to the room opened and a med tech in a white lab coat walked in. He busied himself studying the computer readouts of her condition. He was mumbling to himself. Elisia focused on his mind.
{How could she have that large of a psychic brain? Only the Protoss high templar are known for that size psyche. This is weird.} were his thoughts.
She laughed out loud. He didn't know about the gift and it was funny how he couldn't figure it out. Her laugh brought his attention to her.
"Oh! You're Awake." He said, surprise in his voice.
"Yes, I am awake, now let me go!" she demanded.
"Sorry miss, but I have strict order to keep you here until I can figure out what happened to you. Then you will start your training." He answered totally emotionless.
She thought about this.
{Wow, they are scared. They don't know how I got this powerful. Wait, that means Justin didn't tell them! Why?}
Just then the door opened again. A tall man in an officer's uniform walked in. He looked at her, then at the med tech, and finally at the monitors. Then he spoke.
"Continue with the 'admission' procedures. Maybe when they are done we can find out what is going on." He spoke to the med tech.
"Yes sir." The med tech answered quickly.
Now Elisia was worried. She figured that meant to start the surgeries and she knew that was bad. The med tech produced a mask and put it over her nose and mouth. He flipped a little switch and she could taste the Nitrous Oxide coming from the mask. She fought to keep conscious, a fight she couldn't hope to win. She slowly slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was the lights on the ceiling, slowly becoming blurrier and blurrier.
Her mind swam from the gas. She was physically unconscious, but mentally alert. Her mind reeled at the thought that an implant was being put into her head. The rumors of how ghost training was came rushing to her, pictures of anguish and torture, ultimately resulting in a mindless drone. She was determined to not be that mindless drone. She would keep her personality. A terrans will is strong, but a terran/protoss's will is stronger. Her mind was still foggy, but not that foggy. She lashed out into the room with psychic energy, hoping to hit the implant. All she got for her effort was a searing pain in her skull.
{I was too late} she realized the implant had already been inserted.
{Damn!}
Sometime later she woke up. She immediately tested the bonds, but found none. She stood up, and looked around. She was in a vast desert, devoid of all life, save herself. The sands stretched endlessly, or so they seemed to.
{So this is Ghost training. . .} She thought
She looked at herself and noticed some differences from the last time she could look at herself. She was wearing a dark grey body suit. Next to her were a visor with infrared and motion sensing capabilities, along with an empty canteen, and a C-10 canister rifle. She grabbed all the items and set out. She walked for many hours, the landscape never changing. Thirst and hunger were well known now, as was the intense heat. After walking for several hours, she couldn't move anymore. She collapsed on the ground, next to a cactus. Then she remembered that cactus's store water in there trunks. She reached down to her boot, grabbed the small field knife she discovered by tripping and stabbing herself, and cut the top of the cactus. The inside was indeed water, and she drank it greedily. No longer thirsty, but still hungry, she started walking again. Several more hours passed, and nothing happened. Then at 1654, according to the computer strapped to her arm, she saw a dropship fly over head. She waved and made frantic movements, but it kept going. Disappointed, she sat down. Soon after she sat down a small package landed on the ground a few yards away. She scrambled to get it. Inside was some ammo for the rifle and a tape recorder with a tape in it. She pushed play on the recorder and a message played back.
"Welcome to ghost training rookie. If you are hearing this then you have passed stage one, survive for 24 hours in the desert. Do you want out? Out of that cursed desert? Well here's your chance. A dropship will be waiting at Latitude 56 degrees 35 minutes Longitude 78 degrees 45minutes. It leaves at 0600 in two days. Be there or be left behind. Oh and by the way, we will try and stop you."
Elisia quickly input the coordinates into her arm pad and threw the recorder. Not long after she threw it, it exploded. She then checked the time, 0600. She started moving.
"Almost too predictable." She said
BACK AT GTH
"Okay, the dropship has delivered the cargo. Deploy the resistance." Ordered the commander.
The corporal in charge of the 'resistance' went to a computer, typed a few words and released the resistance. The commander looked at the number of them, snorted and ordered more to be released. The corporal looked started, but did as ordered.
COUNTDOWN: 0630
Elisia had been walking for a half hour when she heard it. The most horrible screaming noises she had ever heard. There were a lot of them, at least one thousand, if she was right. She reached for her arm pad, found the cloak function, and activated it. And she waited, she waited for fifteen minutes, then they came in sight. The things were the things see saw back in the office, Zerg. These must be weak ones, for they were all runners. For a brief moment, she thought about firing, but then thought better of it. A thousand to one odds weren't good. The swarm of runners soon separated into smaller groups and ran off. The clock sent her a warning telepathically. 0715.
COUNTDOWN: 0900 DAY 1 GTH
"Sir, our Zergling's haven't found her yet. Nor has any combat been reported." Corporal Jones reported.
"She is good. She has managed to completely avoid a thousand Zergling's. Excellent." answered the Commander.
COUNTDOWN: 0930 DAY 1 DESERT
Elisia had underestimated her enemy's intelligence. They were smart and could cover ground quickly. She had a hard time dodging them constantly. The weird creatures were running around, obviously looking for something, or someone. She shuddered as she thought of the consequences of being found by these things. Elisia was getting tired. She hadn't slept in over 24 hours. She ran off and waited for the creatures, to leave her area, then she dug a whole and buried herself in the desert sand.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
A/N: Okay, how's this? Please review it!