Private Mayn sweated in his CMC-300/400 Powered Combat Suit. He eased
himself over the rim of his cover, looking at the Zerg nest before him. It
was small compared to most, but he was still afraid.
"Sir," he said quietly into his com-link. "We got a Zerg nest of three hundred. I repeat we have a Zerg nest of three hundred."
"Understood, bring your men back and report," said the Marshal. Mayn sighed to hear that. He wanted to be back in his barracks with Tina. He quickly signaled for his eight men to return to base. He watched out of the corner of his eye as a Zealot followed the command as well. He grinned. This would be something to boast about to Tina.
He turned around to go home. His eyes opened in shock as a Hydralisk reared before him. The Zerg was seven feet tall, with a brownish bone exoskeleton. Two arms stuck out in front, ending in long curved razor blades.
Mayn knew this was the end. Without time he began to bring his weapon to bear. The Hydra opened its mouth to spit the frothing acid at him. It gave a cry instead as a bluish blade passed though its head. The Zerg fell down.
[Run!] The Zealot cried to Mayn. The marine wasted no time. He yelled into the com-link for a drop ship.
"One is on its way," the Marshal replied. Mayn's heart cried with joy. He rushed on head to the waypoint. He spun around to see his men right behind him. The five Protoss were farther away, Psionic blades a blur as they smashed into Zerg hides. Their smaller brethren had joined the Hydras. The Zerglings were the size of a large dog, with brown exoskeletons and razor sharp blades and teeth.
Mayn commanded his squad to open fire upon the Zerg. He leveled his 8mm C-14 "Impaler" Gauss Rifle. He launched a short controlled burst of "spikes" into a Zergling. It was knocked back for a moment before continuing towards the Protoss.
Though well trained, the Zealots had to fall back from over whelming numbers. The Zerg would not be satisfied until they all lay dead.
The drop ship loomed overhead. Mayn cried with joy as it landed next to their position. He called for his men to saddle up and get on in. He would be seeing his beloved Tina again.
Then he realized the problem. The drop ship could only hold eight men. The Protoss would be left behind. Mayn realized the decision he must make. He turned from the drop ship and ran towards the approaching Protoss warriors. One of them bled from his torn arm. He was quickly becoming unconscious, finally falling forward as he fainted. Mayn caught him.
[Go,] said another Protoss. [We will hold the Zerg long enough for you to escape, Human.]
"No," he yelled and lifted the unconscious Protoss on to the ship. He yelled to the pilot, "Get out of here."
[You are foolish, but bold,] the Protoss said to Mayn. [Come brave human, let us slay as many Zerg as we can before we meet are inevitable doom.]
"Forgive me Tina," he whispered. He turned to face the horde of Zerg. Face filled with terror he opened fire.
[For Adun and Aiur,] yelled the Zealots in defiance. They raised their Psi blades in the air.
"Die you Zerg sons of a Bitch!" yelled Mayn.
"Sir," he said quietly into his com-link. "We got a Zerg nest of three hundred. I repeat we have a Zerg nest of three hundred."
"Understood, bring your men back and report," said the Marshal. Mayn sighed to hear that. He wanted to be back in his barracks with Tina. He quickly signaled for his eight men to return to base. He watched out of the corner of his eye as a Zealot followed the command as well. He grinned. This would be something to boast about to Tina.
He turned around to go home. His eyes opened in shock as a Hydralisk reared before him. The Zerg was seven feet tall, with a brownish bone exoskeleton. Two arms stuck out in front, ending in long curved razor blades.
Mayn knew this was the end. Without time he began to bring his weapon to bear. The Hydra opened its mouth to spit the frothing acid at him. It gave a cry instead as a bluish blade passed though its head. The Zerg fell down.
[Run!] The Zealot cried to Mayn. The marine wasted no time. He yelled into the com-link for a drop ship.
"One is on its way," the Marshal replied. Mayn's heart cried with joy. He rushed on head to the waypoint. He spun around to see his men right behind him. The five Protoss were farther away, Psionic blades a blur as they smashed into Zerg hides. Their smaller brethren had joined the Hydras. The Zerglings were the size of a large dog, with brown exoskeletons and razor sharp blades and teeth.
Mayn commanded his squad to open fire upon the Zerg. He leveled his 8mm C-14 "Impaler" Gauss Rifle. He launched a short controlled burst of "spikes" into a Zergling. It was knocked back for a moment before continuing towards the Protoss.
Though well trained, the Zealots had to fall back from over whelming numbers. The Zerg would not be satisfied until they all lay dead.
The drop ship loomed overhead. Mayn cried with joy as it landed next to their position. He called for his men to saddle up and get on in. He would be seeing his beloved Tina again.
Then he realized the problem. The drop ship could only hold eight men. The Protoss would be left behind. Mayn realized the decision he must make. He turned from the drop ship and ran towards the approaching Protoss warriors. One of them bled from his torn arm. He was quickly becoming unconscious, finally falling forward as he fainted. Mayn caught him.
[Go,] said another Protoss. [We will hold the Zerg long enough for you to escape, Human.]
"No," he yelled and lifted the unconscious Protoss on to the ship. He yelled to the pilot, "Get out of here."
[You are foolish, but bold,] the Protoss said to Mayn. [Come brave human, let us slay as many Zerg as we can before we meet are inevitable doom.]
"Forgive me Tina," he whispered. He turned to face the horde of Zerg. Face filled with terror he opened fire.
[For Adun and Aiur,] yelled the Zealots in defiance. They raised their Psi blades in the air.
"Die you Zerg sons of a Bitch!" yelled Mayn.