A/N: hello, me again. Official announcement. Queso's full name is Queso-
Gwin. Thank you, please pardon any future Mistakes.
The night crept over the land, the blood soaked streets of Cal Norack. The Zerg forces lay broken upon the battlefield. Many Marines and Protoss had died as well. Through the combined might and tactics of Queso-Gwin and Jim Raynor, the Zerg had been defeated. [The Zerg will come again, and soon,] Queso noted as he stepped out of the Carrier. The Protoss surveyed the broken field of battle. "And when they come we'll kick their ass again," Jim said as he stepped from his Battlecruiser. Queso looked in his direction. [You can not deny the Zerg almost over ran this city,] Queso said. Jimmy nodded in agreement. "Today was no walk in the park," Jim replied. "And tomorrow will be worse, if I know the Zerg." Jim shuddered a moment and looked up at Queso. The Protoss saw the anger in the Terran's eyes. [Arcturus will meet his demise,] Queso assured Jim. [He leads too arrogantly, too over confidant.] Queso stopped speaking. Jim straightened up. Wordlessly Queso locked gaze with Raynor. "I feel it too," Jim said, a presence lingering in the back of his mind. "Something isn't right here." [Come; let us prepare our defenses for tomorrow,] Queso said. [We have more problems then expected, now that she is near.] "Right man, let's go," Jim Raynor agreed.
Jason Dean, commander of, The KingBlade, watched the monitor. Zerg were in number, thousands maybe, laying in wait on Mar Haet. Jason sighed, and absent-mindedly rubbed his sore arm, if it could be called an arm. It was a miracle he still had the limb. Jason Dean had slain a Defiler by running the metal shard of his broken Tank through it. The arm had plunged down into its body, and became coated by the toxins within. He had been rushed to a medical center, and received the best care. His arm was greatly damaged, and no longer resembled its original form. The Zerg taint had mutilated it, into a long, scythe like blade. Jason remembered with much anger, as Arcturus had removed him from his post, calling him a foul creature of the Zerg. Jason laughed, remembering Arcturus' surprise as the small fleet, KinsMen Armada, had left with Jason. The crews were loyal to their crippled commander; despite several rumors that Jason was tainted. "Commander, a report for you," said a crewman. Jason took the data disk and placed it in the computer. He frowned, watching the recording on it.
"Sir," the recording crackled, "We have a report. The Zerg our numerous, like you guessed. However, we have seen no sign of the Queen of Blades, as she calls herself." "Our scanners indicate that there is a large force of Protoss and the Captain Jim Raynor. It appears the they our fighting for the Colony, against the will of Arcturus Mengsk," the Second in Charge said. "We have seen the strength of the foe and the allies," the first one continued. "The Allied forces will be crushed within a few days. That is all."
The recording finished. Jason watched his screen. The Zerg were moving in on the City, Cal Norack. Jason smiled as the Zerg split up, ready to attack both sides of the city. "All attack vehicles to the front," Jason called. "Lets move in people. Set destination to three miles outside of Cal Norack. Engage enemy forces on sight."
The Zergling looked around it. It was frightened, being the only scout. The creature kept moving, and then stopped. The road was clear, and if the creature could it would have sighed with relief. The army moved behind it, marching towards the road. They would attack Cal Norack in a few hours. First they had a three-mile trek to cross. The Zergling stepped forward cautiously, and then began to run again. It exploded in a shower of blood. The Zerg behind it roared in surprise. Four Battle cruisers descended from the sky, followed by thirty Wraiths. There was a tremendous roar as the ships opened fire upon the Zerg. Jason smiled and boarded a Dropship.
"Die," yelled a Marine as he jumped out of the ship. Jason followed, the wrist-mounted flamer-thrower raised and ready. A Zergling leapt at him as he exited. Raising his bladed arm, Jason slashed the Zergling. It shrieked as he put out its eye. Ramming it in the throat with his other arm, Jason watched as its head came off, spraying him in the face with gore. He wiped it from his eyes and swiftly killed another Zerg. "Ahh!" a Firebat screamed as an Ultralisk stabbed him with its tusk. The Firebat clutched around the tusk in his chest. Blood flowed freely down his body as the Ultralisk swung the tusk up. The Firebat went with it, only to fly off when the sweeping blade swung again. The Firebat flew through the air, smashed into a rock, and exploded. Jason eyes narrowed as he advanced his next victim. The Ultralisk struck at him, Jason just dodged the blow. Running, he shoved his blade up through the Ultralisks underbelly. It bellowed in pain and began to charge frantically. Jason clung on, using his good hand to pull himself into the Ultralisk, he laughed madly as the entrails and insides of the beast coated him in a stick red. Igniting his flamer-thrower Jason commenced to burn the beast. "Arcturus calls me a madman," Jason shouted as the Ultralisk reared in pain, its damp insides burning. "Only because I have power he doesn't. Ha, ha, ha." His insane laughing filled the air as the beast died, blasting apart from the heat. Jason stood, coated head to toe in guts and gore.
A/N: I realize Jason's killing of the beast was not, I repeat not, very StarCraft like. Hey, I thought it was better than him standing there flaming it. Unless of course I wanted him to die. (Evil, Maniac Grin)
The night crept over the land, the blood soaked streets of Cal Norack. The Zerg forces lay broken upon the battlefield. Many Marines and Protoss had died as well. Through the combined might and tactics of Queso-Gwin and Jim Raynor, the Zerg had been defeated. [The Zerg will come again, and soon,] Queso noted as he stepped out of the Carrier. The Protoss surveyed the broken field of battle. "And when they come we'll kick their ass again," Jim said as he stepped from his Battlecruiser. Queso looked in his direction. [You can not deny the Zerg almost over ran this city,] Queso said. Jimmy nodded in agreement. "Today was no walk in the park," Jim replied. "And tomorrow will be worse, if I know the Zerg." Jim shuddered a moment and looked up at Queso. The Protoss saw the anger in the Terran's eyes. [Arcturus will meet his demise,] Queso assured Jim. [He leads too arrogantly, too over confidant.] Queso stopped speaking. Jim straightened up. Wordlessly Queso locked gaze with Raynor. "I feel it too," Jim said, a presence lingering in the back of his mind. "Something isn't right here." [Come; let us prepare our defenses for tomorrow,] Queso said. [We have more problems then expected, now that she is near.] "Right man, let's go," Jim Raynor agreed.
Jason Dean, commander of, The KingBlade, watched the monitor. Zerg were in number, thousands maybe, laying in wait on Mar Haet. Jason sighed, and absent-mindedly rubbed his sore arm, if it could be called an arm. It was a miracle he still had the limb. Jason Dean had slain a Defiler by running the metal shard of his broken Tank through it. The arm had plunged down into its body, and became coated by the toxins within. He had been rushed to a medical center, and received the best care. His arm was greatly damaged, and no longer resembled its original form. The Zerg taint had mutilated it, into a long, scythe like blade. Jason remembered with much anger, as Arcturus had removed him from his post, calling him a foul creature of the Zerg. Jason laughed, remembering Arcturus' surprise as the small fleet, KinsMen Armada, had left with Jason. The crews were loyal to their crippled commander; despite several rumors that Jason was tainted. "Commander, a report for you," said a crewman. Jason took the data disk and placed it in the computer. He frowned, watching the recording on it.
"Sir," the recording crackled, "We have a report. The Zerg our numerous, like you guessed. However, we have seen no sign of the Queen of Blades, as she calls herself." "Our scanners indicate that there is a large force of Protoss and the Captain Jim Raynor. It appears the they our fighting for the Colony, against the will of Arcturus Mengsk," the Second in Charge said. "We have seen the strength of the foe and the allies," the first one continued. "The Allied forces will be crushed within a few days. That is all."
The recording finished. Jason watched his screen. The Zerg were moving in on the City, Cal Norack. Jason smiled as the Zerg split up, ready to attack both sides of the city. "All attack vehicles to the front," Jason called. "Lets move in people. Set destination to three miles outside of Cal Norack. Engage enemy forces on sight."
The Zergling looked around it. It was frightened, being the only scout. The creature kept moving, and then stopped. The road was clear, and if the creature could it would have sighed with relief. The army moved behind it, marching towards the road. They would attack Cal Norack in a few hours. First they had a three-mile trek to cross. The Zergling stepped forward cautiously, and then began to run again. It exploded in a shower of blood. The Zerg behind it roared in surprise. Four Battle cruisers descended from the sky, followed by thirty Wraiths. There was a tremendous roar as the ships opened fire upon the Zerg. Jason smiled and boarded a Dropship.
"Die," yelled a Marine as he jumped out of the ship. Jason followed, the wrist-mounted flamer-thrower raised and ready. A Zergling leapt at him as he exited. Raising his bladed arm, Jason slashed the Zergling. It shrieked as he put out its eye. Ramming it in the throat with his other arm, Jason watched as its head came off, spraying him in the face with gore. He wiped it from his eyes and swiftly killed another Zerg. "Ahh!" a Firebat screamed as an Ultralisk stabbed him with its tusk. The Firebat clutched around the tusk in his chest. Blood flowed freely down his body as the Ultralisk swung the tusk up. The Firebat went with it, only to fly off when the sweeping blade swung again. The Firebat flew through the air, smashed into a rock, and exploded. Jason eyes narrowed as he advanced his next victim. The Ultralisk struck at him, Jason just dodged the blow. Running, he shoved his blade up through the Ultralisks underbelly. It bellowed in pain and began to charge frantically. Jason clung on, using his good hand to pull himself into the Ultralisk, he laughed madly as the entrails and insides of the beast coated him in a stick red. Igniting his flamer-thrower Jason commenced to burn the beast. "Arcturus calls me a madman," Jason shouted as the Ultralisk reared in pain, its damp insides burning. "Only because I have power he doesn't. Ha, ha, ha." His insane laughing filled the air as the beast died, blasting apart from the heat. Jason stood, coated head to toe in guts and gore.
A/N: I realize Jason's killing of the beast was not, I repeat not, very StarCraft like. Hey, I thought it was better than him standing there flaming it. Unless of course I wanted him to die. (Evil, Maniac Grin)