A/N: Hello, this is near the end so enjoy and maybe I'll write a sequel.
Thank you!!!!!!
Jim Raynor drummed the arm of his chair nervously. Below his ship the small planet Mar Haet rotated on its slow axis. Speckles of green and blue dotted the surface. Raynor sighed at what was about to happen to this beautiful planet.
The plan was simple. Queso would distract the Zerg forces while Jason laid the nukes in place. Then the Protoss and Jason's forces would combine, and run for their lives.
Raynor had the easy job, mobbing up any Zerg who followed. He couldn't believe Jason had talked him into staying away from the hot zone. Raynor thumped a fist against the arm of the chair.
Raynor also had a second purpose. If anything happened to the planet side detonators, he would set a count down for five minutes. Raynor sat back and waited.
"Nukes in place," Jason said through communications. Queso nodded, turning his Carrier a full hundred and eighty degrees.
[All units disengage enemy forces and evacuate now!] Queso yelled. [Jason, has the count down started?]
"I just set it," he answered. "We have five minutes to evacuate. Let's get the hell out of here." Queso nodded, putting his Carriers engines to the maximum speed. The ships around him did the same.
[Sir, a large Zerg counter attack squad has been located near our position,] a scout called. Queso watched his radar.
There was a hiss as a ship nearby exploded. Queso watched the two hundred Scourges slam against the hulls of ships.
[Shields down forty percent sir. Numerous enemy contacts,] one of his technicians informed him.
[Launch the Interceptors in bay four,] he commanded. [Clear a path to the orbital fleet.] The Protoss around him hurried to carry out his orders.
[Shields at twenty percent sir, still no sign of break through,] a Protoss called out. Queso shook his head. It was the one error in all Protoss, to underestimate their foes, simple because the Protoss thought themselves higher than all beings.
"Queso," Jason's bloodied face appeared in the screen. "Queso, the KingBlade is down. Get out of the area. Initializing self destruct sequence."
[Jason, stop, there is still a chance of getting you out,] Queso commanded. Jason shook his head, and wiped blood from his chin.
"No, too many Zerg, too little time, I'm blowing this ship to get you out," Jason replied. "Good bye, my friend." Queso's heart grew heavy as the Jason yelled in agony, flame engulfing him and then the screen.
[Good bye, brave human,] Queso called to the black screen. [Report on the Zerg numbers.]
[Only a third were killed in the KingBlade's explosion. Shields gone,] the Protoss reported. [One minute and twenty-four seconds remaining.]
The Eye Of Adun bucked as small impacts detonated along its hull. The Protoss cleared the planets' atmosphere. The Zerg followed.
Silently Raynor's fleet moved to engage the enemy. Queso sighed as the Zerg turned to face the new threat. At last he had a second to think.
[Several Zerg fliers located inbound,] another Protoss called. [Strain unidentified.] Queso grew pale.
The acidic spores of the Zerg smashed into the Protoss Carrier. The hull buckled under the stress, and then gave way. The interior decks crumbled beneath the acid. The Carrier exploded in a ball of flame.
Jason Dean Lifted the rubble from his back. Blood coated the floor near him. Jason laughed, kicking his dismembered scythe like arm away from him. Jason looked at his body, surveying the damage.
He laughed insanely. His legs were torn and useless, over half off them missing. His mutilated arm was gone, kicked across the ruined deck. All over him metal riddled his body. He coughed blood.
He stopped laughing, listening carefully. A small Zergling emerged from behind a corner. It looked at him cautiously.
"Come on you son of bitch," Jason yelled. "You want a piece of me? Cause you got about four seconds!"
The Zergling stared uncomprehendingly at Jason. Jason laughed again, blood coating his chin.
"Times up," was his last words. A flash of light incinerated him, the Zergling, and all of Mar Haet.
Kerrigan screamed her rage, safely aboard an Overlord. Mar Haet was dead, as were her creations. The Queen of Blades pounded against the fleshy walls of the Overlord.
Suddenly she clutched her stomach, her eyes wide. Slowly, she began to laugh.
A/N: Guess
Jim Raynor drummed the arm of his chair nervously. Below his ship the small planet Mar Haet rotated on its slow axis. Speckles of green and blue dotted the surface. Raynor sighed at what was about to happen to this beautiful planet.
The plan was simple. Queso would distract the Zerg forces while Jason laid the nukes in place. Then the Protoss and Jason's forces would combine, and run for their lives.
Raynor had the easy job, mobbing up any Zerg who followed. He couldn't believe Jason had talked him into staying away from the hot zone. Raynor thumped a fist against the arm of the chair.
Raynor also had a second purpose. If anything happened to the planet side detonators, he would set a count down for five minutes. Raynor sat back and waited.
"Nukes in place," Jason said through communications. Queso nodded, turning his Carrier a full hundred and eighty degrees.
[All units disengage enemy forces and evacuate now!] Queso yelled. [Jason, has the count down started?]
"I just set it," he answered. "We have five minutes to evacuate. Let's get the hell out of here." Queso nodded, putting his Carriers engines to the maximum speed. The ships around him did the same.
[Sir, a large Zerg counter attack squad has been located near our position,] a scout called. Queso watched his radar.
There was a hiss as a ship nearby exploded. Queso watched the two hundred Scourges slam against the hulls of ships.
[Shields down forty percent sir. Numerous enemy contacts,] one of his technicians informed him.
[Launch the Interceptors in bay four,] he commanded. [Clear a path to the orbital fleet.] The Protoss around him hurried to carry out his orders.
[Shields at twenty percent sir, still no sign of break through,] a Protoss called out. Queso shook his head. It was the one error in all Protoss, to underestimate their foes, simple because the Protoss thought themselves higher than all beings.
"Queso," Jason's bloodied face appeared in the screen. "Queso, the KingBlade is down. Get out of the area. Initializing self destruct sequence."
[Jason, stop, there is still a chance of getting you out,] Queso commanded. Jason shook his head, and wiped blood from his chin.
"No, too many Zerg, too little time, I'm blowing this ship to get you out," Jason replied. "Good bye, my friend." Queso's heart grew heavy as the Jason yelled in agony, flame engulfing him and then the screen.
[Good bye, brave human,] Queso called to the black screen. [Report on the Zerg numbers.]
[Only a third were killed in the KingBlade's explosion. Shields gone,] the Protoss reported. [One minute and twenty-four seconds remaining.]
The Eye Of Adun bucked as small impacts detonated along its hull. The Protoss cleared the planets' atmosphere. The Zerg followed.
Silently Raynor's fleet moved to engage the enemy. Queso sighed as the Zerg turned to face the new threat. At last he had a second to think.
[Several Zerg fliers located inbound,] another Protoss called. [Strain unidentified.] Queso grew pale.
The acidic spores of the Zerg smashed into the Protoss Carrier. The hull buckled under the stress, and then gave way. The interior decks crumbled beneath the acid. The Carrier exploded in a ball of flame.
Jason Dean Lifted the rubble from his back. Blood coated the floor near him. Jason laughed, kicking his dismembered scythe like arm away from him. Jason looked at his body, surveying the damage.
He laughed insanely. His legs were torn and useless, over half off them missing. His mutilated arm was gone, kicked across the ruined deck. All over him metal riddled his body. He coughed blood.
He stopped laughing, listening carefully. A small Zergling emerged from behind a corner. It looked at him cautiously.
"Come on you son of bitch," Jason yelled. "You want a piece of me? Cause you got about four seconds!"
The Zergling stared uncomprehendingly at Jason. Jason laughed again, blood coating his chin.
"Times up," was his last words. A flash of light incinerated him, the Zergling, and all of Mar Haet.
Kerrigan screamed her rage, safely aboard an Overlord. Mar Haet was dead, as were her creations. The Queen of Blades pounded against the fleshy walls of the Overlord.
Suddenly she clutched her stomach, her eyes wide. Slowly, she began to laugh.
A/N: Guess