A/N: I'm on a roll, of writing lots of chapters. So if I slow down near the
end kick me until I finish. Thank You!!! Oh yeah.
To: My Name Is Not Important. Fenix is still dead, Raynor was just looking
at a picture of his old buddy!!!
Rigal surveyed the surrounding area with anger. Zerg bodies littered the ground all around him.
Any sign of human activity was wiped clean, only spent shells remained. Even the strange device was missing. Where it had been there was only melted sand.
"Sir, what do we do now," Truman asked. Rigal turned to his fell infested soldier. He was at a loss for words.
"I... don't know. I think we should return to Kerrigan," Rigal finally answered. Truman nodded and barked out orders.
"Sirou," Kerrigan called, still dizzy and confused. The servant was at her side within seconds.
"Yes, My Queen," Sirou replied. "How may I be of service." Kerrigan swung herself off the table.
"Was Raynor destoyed?" Kerrigan asked. Sirou shook his head. Kerrigan slammed her fist against the table. "He is becoming a serious problem.
"Yes he is, My Queen," Sirou agreed. He cocked his head to the side, as if listening. "Somethings wrong."
"Yes," Kerrigan said. "The sentry has spotted an incoming device. Sirou grew pale. Kerrigan looked at him with a sour look.
"My Queen, you are in danger, Raynor is coming, he has sent another device like he did an hour ago," warned Sirou.
"Good, now we will crush him," Kerrigan answered. "Let the device land, unharmed." Sirou answered with a quick of "As you wish, My Queen."
The attack party consisted of sixty Marines, twenty Firebats, Raynor, and five Vultures. Within seconds the party was ready and transported.
Raynor felt his insides tingle rapidly. The sensation was short lived, as he was soon found himself surrounded by Zerg. Without a moments hesitation Raynor opened fire.
Swarm upon swarm charged the parties ranks, each was put down by a hail of deadly spikes.
"Split up," yelled Raynor. Everyone fanned out. A zergling leapt from no where. Spiniing a Marine sprayed its brains against the ground with a short burst. The Marine promptly lost his head as a Hydra attacked from behind. Gore spewed from the open wound.
The fighting raged on four a half hour, Blood caking the ground and walls.
Kerrigan watched the Marine step into the room. He moved forward slowly, but it diidn't matter. Moving super fast, Kerrigan slashed out, ramming a blade deep into the man's stomach.
The Marine starred down at the hole in him. Kerrigan yanked the blade out, letting the man's insides pool onto the floor.
Laughing she through him across the room. She then doubled over in pain. She growled feircely.
"Kerrigan, I told you I would see you dead," Jim Raynor said, stepping into the room. Kerrigan looked up at the foe.
"Jimmy, I still don't think you could bring yourself to," she answered back. "Let's see, shoot me."
"No," Raynor said, tossing aside the Canister rifle. Kerrigan smiled, knowing she'd one. Her face twisted in rage a second later when he pulled the Warp blade from its sheath. He settled into a fighting stance, blade point down.
She lunged out, and then backed away in pain. Kerrigan clutched her belly. Raynor watched her, confused.
She was moving to slowly, Raynor noticed. He lashed out and barely missed her. Every time she moved she clutched her middle, wincing in pain.
He lashed out again, cutting her arm. Her blood trailed down the limb. Swinging out she clumsily missed.
Raynor began to worry. Was this a trick, to get him off his guard. If not, what was it. He swung, blade ready to cut her in half.
Kerrigan flipped backwards, dodging the killing blow by an inch. She crumbled against the wall, screaming in pain. Something was stopping her movement.
Raynor brought the blade up, then down, in a direct course to cleave her down the middle. The blade stopped, caught by something.
Sirou stood in between Raynor and Kerrigan. His hand wrapped around the blade edge, bleeding from the deep cut it had made. He didn't wince. Raynor looked into his eyes, seething with anger. "You come to die too," Raynor asked the Infested Ghost. Sirou looked back at him, raised his canister rifle, and dropped it. "What the Hell?" Jim asked. "Jim Raynor, please spare My Queen," Sirou pleaded, falling on one knee. Jim Raynor was taken aback. "She is sick, injuried, unable to defend herself." Raynor glanced past his new enemy, surprised to see Kerrigan slumped against the wall, out cold. "What do you mean sick?" "She has not been well for a while," Sirou answered. "I know why you come here, I know who you seek to avenge, but I tell you, Raynor, to kill Kerrigan while she is defenseless is without honor." [He is right,] Raynor heard a voice in his head. [To kill her now is with out honor, and no proper way to avenge my death.] Raynor realized he heard Fenix. Raynor looked around him, but there was no one but him, Kerrigan, and this infested ghost, who had risen to his feet. [Though my quarrel was with the Overmind, not Kerrigan, I to know she must die, but not when she is helpless,] Tassadar voice echoed. Raynor looked wildly about. [To kill her now is too good for the murdering bitch,] someone Jim didn't recognize called out. [Dugalle, that was harsh, but I agree,] a man with a russian accent interjected. [Kerrigan maybe a backstabber, but to sink to her level...] "What the hell is going on?" Jim Raynor yelled, looking for the source of the noise. Slowly he began to see them. Clustered around him stood several souls. Murdered or killed because of Kerrigan. [She must die later, honorably,] Queso-Gwin put in. Raynor starred as Jason Dean also stepped forward. [Kill her when she can kill you just as easily, that sound much fun,] Jason laughed. [Man, I want to be there for that piece of action.] The spirits began to fade. Raynor lowered his blade, and then turned his back. He expected an attack but none came. "Go," Raynor commanded, and walked out.
The Overlord swiftly fled from the battle. Sirou craddled his Queen to him, like a father to a child. This emotion was non-existant among the Zerg, and Sirou wondered why he cared so much. He was tired, having bended his Psionic powers to the limit. It was difficult, making an illusion, and then making it sound and behave like the person it resembled. He was glad Raynor had changed his mind. The cut in his hand still throbbed. Sirou was out of bandages, having wrapped Kerrigan's arm up. He knew both wounds would heal, but it would be a while. Dark templar Energy was dangerous. Sirou rested agianst the overlords inside. It had been a long day.
Rigal surveyed the surrounding area with anger. Zerg bodies littered the ground all around him.
Any sign of human activity was wiped clean, only spent shells remained. Even the strange device was missing. Where it had been there was only melted sand.
"Sir, what do we do now," Truman asked. Rigal turned to his fell infested soldier. He was at a loss for words.
"I... don't know. I think we should return to Kerrigan," Rigal finally answered. Truman nodded and barked out orders.
"Sirou," Kerrigan called, still dizzy and confused. The servant was at her side within seconds.
"Yes, My Queen," Sirou replied. "How may I be of service." Kerrigan swung herself off the table.
"Was Raynor destoyed?" Kerrigan asked. Sirou shook his head. Kerrigan slammed her fist against the table. "He is becoming a serious problem.
"Yes he is, My Queen," Sirou agreed. He cocked his head to the side, as if listening. "Somethings wrong."
"Yes," Kerrigan said. "The sentry has spotted an incoming device. Sirou grew pale. Kerrigan looked at him with a sour look.
"My Queen, you are in danger, Raynor is coming, he has sent another device like he did an hour ago," warned Sirou.
"Good, now we will crush him," Kerrigan answered. "Let the device land, unharmed." Sirou answered with a quick of "As you wish, My Queen."
The attack party consisted of sixty Marines, twenty Firebats, Raynor, and five Vultures. Within seconds the party was ready and transported.
Raynor felt his insides tingle rapidly. The sensation was short lived, as he was soon found himself surrounded by Zerg. Without a moments hesitation Raynor opened fire.
Swarm upon swarm charged the parties ranks, each was put down by a hail of deadly spikes.
"Split up," yelled Raynor. Everyone fanned out. A zergling leapt from no where. Spiniing a Marine sprayed its brains against the ground with a short burst. The Marine promptly lost his head as a Hydra attacked from behind. Gore spewed from the open wound.
The fighting raged on four a half hour, Blood caking the ground and walls.
Kerrigan watched the Marine step into the room. He moved forward slowly, but it diidn't matter. Moving super fast, Kerrigan slashed out, ramming a blade deep into the man's stomach.
The Marine starred down at the hole in him. Kerrigan yanked the blade out, letting the man's insides pool onto the floor.
Laughing she through him across the room. She then doubled over in pain. She growled feircely.
"Kerrigan, I told you I would see you dead," Jim Raynor said, stepping into the room. Kerrigan looked up at the foe.
"Jimmy, I still don't think you could bring yourself to," she answered back. "Let's see, shoot me."
"No," Raynor said, tossing aside the Canister rifle. Kerrigan smiled, knowing she'd one. Her face twisted in rage a second later when he pulled the Warp blade from its sheath. He settled into a fighting stance, blade point down.
She lunged out, and then backed away in pain. Kerrigan clutched her belly. Raynor watched her, confused.
She was moving to slowly, Raynor noticed. He lashed out and barely missed her. Every time she moved she clutched her middle, wincing in pain.
He lashed out again, cutting her arm. Her blood trailed down the limb. Swinging out she clumsily missed.
Raynor began to worry. Was this a trick, to get him off his guard. If not, what was it. He swung, blade ready to cut her in half.
Kerrigan flipped backwards, dodging the killing blow by an inch. She crumbled against the wall, screaming in pain. Something was stopping her movement.
Raynor brought the blade up, then down, in a direct course to cleave her down the middle. The blade stopped, caught by something.
Sirou stood in between Raynor and Kerrigan. His hand wrapped around the blade edge, bleeding from the deep cut it had made. He didn't wince. Raynor looked into his eyes, seething with anger. "You come to die too," Raynor asked the Infested Ghost. Sirou looked back at him, raised his canister rifle, and dropped it. "What the Hell?" Jim asked. "Jim Raynor, please spare My Queen," Sirou pleaded, falling on one knee. Jim Raynor was taken aback. "She is sick, injuried, unable to defend herself." Raynor glanced past his new enemy, surprised to see Kerrigan slumped against the wall, out cold. "What do you mean sick?" "She has not been well for a while," Sirou answered. "I know why you come here, I know who you seek to avenge, but I tell you, Raynor, to kill Kerrigan while she is defenseless is without honor." [He is right,] Raynor heard a voice in his head. [To kill her now is with out honor, and no proper way to avenge my death.] Raynor realized he heard Fenix. Raynor looked around him, but there was no one but him, Kerrigan, and this infested ghost, who had risen to his feet. [Though my quarrel was with the Overmind, not Kerrigan, I to know she must die, but not when she is helpless,] Tassadar voice echoed. Raynor looked wildly about. [To kill her now is too good for the murdering bitch,] someone Jim didn't recognize called out. [Dugalle, that was harsh, but I agree,] a man with a russian accent interjected. [Kerrigan maybe a backstabber, but to sink to her level...] "What the hell is going on?" Jim Raynor yelled, looking for the source of the noise. Slowly he began to see them. Clustered around him stood several souls. Murdered or killed because of Kerrigan. [She must die later, honorably,] Queso-Gwin put in. Raynor starred as Jason Dean also stepped forward. [Kill her when she can kill you just as easily, that sound much fun,] Jason laughed. [Man, I want to be there for that piece of action.] The spirits began to fade. Raynor lowered his blade, and then turned his back. He expected an attack but none came. "Go," Raynor commanded, and walked out.
The Overlord swiftly fled from the battle. Sirou craddled his Queen to him, like a father to a child. This emotion was non-existant among the Zerg, and Sirou wondered why he cared so much. He was tired, having bended his Psionic powers to the limit. It was difficult, making an illusion, and then making it sound and behave like the person it resembled. He was glad Raynor had changed his mind. The cut in his hand still throbbed. Sirou was out of bandages, having wrapped Kerrigan's arm up. He knew both wounds would heal, but it would be a while. Dark templar Energy was dangerous. Sirou rested agianst the overlords inside. It had been a long day.
