"God Damn it," Gareth yelled, slamming his fist on the table. "What
the hell is going on?" The assistant jumped in surprise.
"Sir," she said in a frightened tone. "It appears Cal Norack is holding quite well. The renegades Jim Raynor and Jason Dean appear to be holding their ground, and Queso-Gwin too."
"I mean why the hell is eight Protoss Shuttles descending on Cal Norack," Gareth asked. "What our they carrying?"
[They are carrying Protoss probes,] Queso flickered on screen. [I feel I may need to bring reinforcements from other Protoss colonies.]
"You can't just set down on my colony, Arcturus would kill me," Gareth said. "I order you to send your probes back."
[I respect you, Commander, but your resistance and refusal to disobey a madman leave me no choice but to ignore you,] Queso sighed.
"This is my colony, and you will not set a, a building down with out my..." the line went dead.
"How's construction going," Jim asked Queso. The Protoss gazed over the land. They had a few hours to hastily construct defenses before the Zerg attacked again.
[It goes well, honored Raynor,] Queso replied. [By dawn we may stand a chance. I wish I only had more time to build gates. More soldiers and more powerful ships would help much.]
"I know, I know," Jim said. "At least more allies appear to be near. We can use help, a lot."
[More allies?] Asked Queso in surprise. [I don't understand, I thought we were on our own.]
"No, appears a captain, Jason Dean, it appears has joined us," Jim said. "I wonder what he's like. He appeared on the communication screen soaked in blood."
[Sounds, Interesting, to say the least.] Queso laughed slightly.
"You could say that," Jim laughed as well. "All I know is he hates Arcturus, which makes him a friend."
Yhologs watched the Protoss, its alien brain disturbed. The Protoss had constructed a defensive position. Combined with the Terran building the colony stood a chance. It roared in anger, commanding its minions forth.
It had been ordered to attack the colony, and it did so. To later it realized that there was no back up, the other attack force was late. The Overlord knew this maybe its death day.
"Men, stand fast!" Raynor called. "The Zerg are charging, but through courage we may come through, Good luck." Jim stepped into his command ship.
"Open fire!" Chris called. The Marine captain followed his own orders. Metal burst forth, ripping through Zerg. The Protoss held its ground.
The front line of Marines was hit hard. Zerg poured in, over running several positions. The Protoss moved in, Psi blades smashing through the enemy. Chris watched as a Hydra took a blade through its throat. Roaring its defiance, the Hydra killed the Zealot with a spray. Chris fired into it, his spikes ripping holes in its hide. The creature reared and came at him. Frightened Chris stumbled back, gun still firing. The Hydra, opened its move to spit, and received a Psi blade through the left eye. It fell forward, blood pulsing down it. Chris walked towards it, hoping it was dead. The Hydra reared one last time. With out thinking Chris jumped forward, shoved his barrel into its forehead, and splattered the Hydra's brains against the back of its thick skull. Chris sighed and turned around looked into the face of a Broodling. The sickly mutilated face of a young bird screeching and then struck. Chris couldn't react as the beak shattered his visor, reaching in and clamped on his features. It pulled back, ripping his flesh. Chris went blind on one side. The Broodling held forth its ugly prizes, almost half the flesh of Chris' face, and his gory eyeball. Chris screamed, putting his hand against his head. It touched bone, and scarlet flooded down his face. The Broodling attacked again, gouging Chris' brain from its resting place. Slowly, his body fell to its knees. His head slammed to the ground, drenching the ground in filth and gruesome red. The Broodling ran on, bent on destroying Cal Norack.
"Sir," she said in a frightened tone. "It appears Cal Norack is holding quite well. The renegades Jim Raynor and Jason Dean appear to be holding their ground, and Queso-Gwin too."
"I mean why the hell is eight Protoss Shuttles descending on Cal Norack," Gareth asked. "What our they carrying?"
[They are carrying Protoss probes,] Queso flickered on screen. [I feel I may need to bring reinforcements from other Protoss colonies.]
"You can't just set down on my colony, Arcturus would kill me," Gareth said. "I order you to send your probes back."
[I respect you, Commander, but your resistance and refusal to disobey a madman leave me no choice but to ignore you,] Queso sighed.
"This is my colony, and you will not set a, a building down with out my..." the line went dead.
"How's construction going," Jim asked Queso. The Protoss gazed over the land. They had a few hours to hastily construct defenses before the Zerg attacked again.
[It goes well, honored Raynor,] Queso replied. [By dawn we may stand a chance. I wish I only had more time to build gates. More soldiers and more powerful ships would help much.]
"I know, I know," Jim said. "At least more allies appear to be near. We can use help, a lot."
[More allies?] Asked Queso in surprise. [I don't understand, I thought we were on our own.]
"No, appears a captain, Jason Dean, it appears has joined us," Jim said. "I wonder what he's like. He appeared on the communication screen soaked in blood."
[Sounds, Interesting, to say the least.] Queso laughed slightly.
"You could say that," Jim laughed as well. "All I know is he hates Arcturus, which makes him a friend."
Yhologs watched the Protoss, its alien brain disturbed. The Protoss had constructed a defensive position. Combined with the Terran building the colony stood a chance. It roared in anger, commanding its minions forth.
It had been ordered to attack the colony, and it did so. To later it realized that there was no back up, the other attack force was late. The Overlord knew this maybe its death day.
"Men, stand fast!" Raynor called. "The Zerg are charging, but through courage we may come through, Good luck." Jim stepped into his command ship.
"Open fire!" Chris called. The Marine captain followed his own orders. Metal burst forth, ripping through Zerg. The Protoss held its ground.
The front line of Marines was hit hard. Zerg poured in, over running several positions. The Protoss moved in, Psi blades smashing through the enemy. Chris watched as a Hydra took a blade through its throat. Roaring its defiance, the Hydra killed the Zealot with a spray. Chris fired into it, his spikes ripping holes in its hide. The creature reared and came at him. Frightened Chris stumbled back, gun still firing. The Hydra, opened its move to spit, and received a Psi blade through the left eye. It fell forward, blood pulsing down it. Chris walked towards it, hoping it was dead. The Hydra reared one last time. With out thinking Chris jumped forward, shoved his barrel into its forehead, and splattered the Hydra's brains against the back of its thick skull. Chris sighed and turned around looked into the face of a Broodling. The sickly mutilated face of a young bird screeching and then struck. Chris couldn't react as the beak shattered his visor, reaching in and clamped on his features. It pulled back, ripping his flesh. Chris went blind on one side. The Broodling held forth its ugly prizes, almost half the flesh of Chris' face, and his gory eyeball. Chris screamed, putting his hand against his head. It touched bone, and scarlet flooded down his face. The Broodling attacked again, gouging Chris' brain from its resting place. Slowly, his body fell to its knees. His head slammed to the ground, drenching the ground in filth and gruesome red. The Broodling ran on, bent on destroying Cal Norack.