A/N: thank every one, especially My Name Is Not Important. You have been
most helpful in correcting me and giving me advice. I am still thinking
about Rewriting but who knows. This Chapter should wrap up some problems.
(Die-Die Conclave!).
"They are in the city," the assistant called to Gareth. The Commander was two colonies over, and unable to help. "The Dropships are arriving, but they may be to late.
"Precede with the defense's, and evac all civilians in the area," he said, sighing heavily. "Patch me through to Queso."
"Yes Commander," was the reply. Gareth waited for the screen to come on. He needed to talk to the Protoss.
[Yes commander?] Queso asked. [You summoned me.] Gareth nodded and sat down, eyes locked on the screen.
"Qeuso-Gwin," he answered. "I... I need to ask you advice, or that of the Conclave. I no longer trust Arcturus."
[You admit doubt in your leader's aide,] Queso hinted with amusement. [The Conclave is dead. The Zerg have recently killed over half my people. We are but now homeless. Aiur lays over run.]
"I am sorry," Gareth said and bowed his head. "I can not imagine the loss of your home world."
[It is in deed a grievous blow,] Queso admitted. [To the matter at hand. You ask for my advice in what.]
"The Zerg are over running my Colony of Cal Norack," he said. "I realize that you fight there as well, but I must ask what you would do were you in charge."
[I see,] said Queso. [I would remove all the civilian and military personal. Sending a small force of volunteers, I would use your primitive nuclear missiles to remove the Zerg threat. Realize commander, that you ask these brave souls to sacrifice themselves for the greater good.]
"I can not ask my men to do such, none would answer the call," Gareth cried. "I will not order them either."
[You miss understand the courage of your men, Commander,] Queso replied. [I sense many would answer your call. I understand Terran tends to value their lives over what really matters, but some I believe see through this, greed.] Gareth sighed again and began to speak.
"Commander," a voice said and a screen flickered. "Perhaps I could help in some way. I do not think your idea of nuking the place is well thought, Queso.'
[The honor Raynor,] Queso said, his mind filled with deep respect. [I am glad you made it from Aiur.]
"Yeah, figured there was nothing we could do," Jim replied. "Commander, I believe the Zerg can be countered. If you can hold long enough in the city, I can descend and send the crushing blow."
Fighting his inner feeling Gareth tried to look stern. His faith in Arcturus had diminished, yet if he sided with Raynor he would be outcast.
"Jim Raynor, I cannot except your help," he finally answered. "Nor will I sacrifice my men to kill but a force of Zerg. I will evac the city, and that is all.
[I find your decision unwise, Commander,] Queso called. [But I will follow you in hopes that this action may prove helpful. May fortune smile on use.]
"Okay men, we have orders to hold off the Zerg while the city evacuates," a Marine said as he stepped from the Dropship.
"We got Zerg closing in fast, so ready your weapons. The Protoss are trying to back us up but they have been hit hard and are scattered through the city," another said as he leapt out as well. "With luck we may get to a safe zone in time, now let's move."
The Marines and Firebats trotted in and orderly file, casting lances about them in case the enemy arrived. They didn't wait long.
A Zergling screeched and rushed them, closely followed by more. Moving forward the Firebats activated their Plasma-based Perdition Flame Throwers. One wasn't quick enough and paid with his life. His pack exploded as it was punctured, spraying his attacker with flame and blood.
"We got company," yelled a Marine. He screamed as blade ran him through. Clutching his stomach he fired his rifle into the attacker. The Zergling lost and eye in a blast of lead and gore. It howled and attacked back, its razor limbs tearing into the Marine's neck.
The battle was short, the Zerg forces but a small group. The battered remain of the assault force rushed onwards. The Zerg were still out there.
"Ahh!" yelled a Civilian as she toppled forward, a Zergling ripping into her back. Wasting no time the Marines opened fire. It gurgled and fell.
"She's dead," cried a Marine as he flipped the lady over. He sighed and left her, his rifle at the ready.
"The enemy is coming from two o'clock," another yelled and fired. Fear lit their face as they beheld the tide of Zerg. Zergling were in number, easily double the enormous amount of Hydra's. Ultralisks followed.
"Oh shit," a Marine said. She leveled her weapon and fired several times, yelling in fright, half mad. The others did the same, crying their defiance and their fear.
[Stay calm,] a Protoss said, his force moving in from their hiding place. [Terran, we cannot hope to defeat this foe. Come, and a few brave souls remain and guard our backs. It is no use dying here.] The Protoss spoke with reason, and the Marines followed his orders.
Five men and two Zealots remained behind, while the rest fled to reinforcements. The Marines starred in wonder as 'The Eye Of Adun' came into view. They laughed in delight.
Another ship lumbered into the view, a Battlecruiser. Painted upon the side were black letters. The Hyperion. Jim was there.
A/N: you like? I hope so. I tried to iron out the story, and to introduce well know characters. Thanks again.
"They are in the city," the assistant called to Gareth. The Commander was two colonies over, and unable to help. "The Dropships are arriving, but they may be to late.
"Precede with the defense's, and evac all civilians in the area," he said, sighing heavily. "Patch me through to Queso."
"Yes Commander," was the reply. Gareth waited for the screen to come on. He needed to talk to the Protoss.
[Yes commander?] Queso asked. [You summoned me.] Gareth nodded and sat down, eyes locked on the screen.
"Qeuso-Gwin," he answered. "I... I need to ask you advice, or that of the Conclave. I no longer trust Arcturus."
[You admit doubt in your leader's aide,] Queso hinted with amusement. [The Conclave is dead. The Zerg have recently killed over half my people. We are but now homeless. Aiur lays over run.]
"I am sorry," Gareth said and bowed his head. "I can not imagine the loss of your home world."
[It is in deed a grievous blow,] Queso admitted. [To the matter at hand. You ask for my advice in what.]
"The Zerg are over running my Colony of Cal Norack," he said. "I realize that you fight there as well, but I must ask what you would do were you in charge."
[I see,] said Queso. [I would remove all the civilian and military personal. Sending a small force of volunteers, I would use your primitive nuclear missiles to remove the Zerg threat. Realize commander, that you ask these brave souls to sacrifice themselves for the greater good.]
"I can not ask my men to do such, none would answer the call," Gareth cried. "I will not order them either."
[You miss understand the courage of your men, Commander,] Queso replied. [I sense many would answer your call. I understand Terran tends to value their lives over what really matters, but some I believe see through this, greed.] Gareth sighed again and began to speak.
"Commander," a voice said and a screen flickered. "Perhaps I could help in some way. I do not think your idea of nuking the place is well thought, Queso.'
[The honor Raynor,] Queso said, his mind filled with deep respect. [I am glad you made it from Aiur.]
"Yeah, figured there was nothing we could do," Jim replied. "Commander, I believe the Zerg can be countered. If you can hold long enough in the city, I can descend and send the crushing blow."
Fighting his inner feeling Gareth tried to look stern. His faith in Arcturus had diminished, yet if he sided with Raynor he would be outcast.
"Jim Raynor, I cannot except your help," he finally answered. "Nor will I sacrifice my men to kill but a force of Zerg. I will evac the city, and that is all.
[I find your decision unwise, Commander,] Queso called. [But I will follow you in hopes that this action may prove helpful. May fortune smile on use.]
"Okay men, we have orders to hold off the Zerg while the city evacuates," a Marine said as he stepped from the Dropship.
"We got Zerg closing in fast, so ready your weapons. The Protoss are trying to back us up but they have been hit hard and are scattered through the city," another said as he leapt out as well. "With luck we may get to a safe zone in time, now let's move."
The Marines and Firebats trotted in and orderly file, casting lances about them in case the enemy arrived. They didn't wait long.
A Zergling screeched and rushed them, closely followed by more. Moving forward the Firebats activated their Plasma-based Perdition Flame Throwers. One wasn't quick enough and paid with his life. His pack exploded as it was punctured, spraying his attacker with flame and blood.
"We got company," yelled a Marine. He screamed as blade ran him through. Clutching his stomach he fired his rifle into the attacker. The Zergling lost and eye in a blast of lead and gore. It howled and attacked back, its razor limbs tearing into the Marine's neck.
The battle was short, the Zerg forces but a small group. The battered remain of the assault force rushed onwards. The Zerg were still out there.
"Ahh!" yelled a Civilian as she toppled forward, a Zergling ripping into her back. Wasting no time the Marines opened fire. It gurgled and fell.
"She's dead," cried a Marine as he flipped the lady over. He sighed and left her, his rifle at the ready.
"The enemy is coming from two o'clock," another yelled and fired. Fear lit their face as they beheld the tide of Zerg. Zergling were in number, easily double the enormous amount of Hydra's. Ultralisks followed.
"Oh shit," a Marine said. She leveled her weapon and fired several times, yelling in fright, half mad. The others did the same, crying their defiance and their fear.
[Stay calm,] a Protoss said, his force moving in from their hiding place. [Terran, we cannot hope to defeat this foe. Come, and a few brave souls remain and guard our backs. It is no use dying here.] The Protoss spoke with reason, and the Marines followed his orders.
Five men and two Zealots remained behind, while the rest fled to reinforcements. The Marines starred in wonder as 'The Eye Of Adun' came into view. They laughed in delight.
Another ship lumbered into the view, a Battlecruiser. Painted upon the side were black letters. The Hyperion. Jim was there.
A/N: you like? I hope so. I tried to iron out the story, and to introduce well know characters. Thanks again.