ZOLTRAN
The ancient city of New York lay dormant tonight, devoid of life. Zoltran would soon fight once again; he was now heading to a place called, Chicago. This place was supposed to be home to over a hundred Zerg hives. Death spread through the city like locusts taking over a wheat field. An old building that said Se. Tow.r stood above all else. Some of the letters on the building were scratched out by the ages, perhaps even the Zerg had something to do with it. Nonetheless, this was another major city that had to be liberated in order to retake Earth. The Zerg flowed from every opening in the city. Zoltran knew the fight was hopeless, but Daniel still had hope, and as long as Daniel did, then he and his brethren would keep fighting. Daniel said he had a backup plan in case they would surely fail. He had given Zoltran a piece of paper; it held the instructions for plan B, if it came to that. Zoltran felt that it would, and he prayed that they could set it off soon. His brethren were dying fast, and the Dark Templar needed every soldier back at the main Nexus, for they were also preparing for a war, but this one would be fought from within. The carrier Justified Sacrifice was now making its landing, Zoltran was ready for the fight this time. Zoltran and fifty other Dark Templar stepped out of the carrier and prepared for combat. The Zerg were on them at once. Zoltran dug his blade into the head of a zergling that was closing in on him. That being done, Zoltran charged forward to bring his blade into a hydralisks chest. He ordered for his men to go farther, it seemed that they would need to kill a cerebrate once again. He heard a roar coming down the street towards them. He turned to see an infested Terran charging at them. A dragoon's blast knocked its arm off, but it kept coming at them. They would need to run from it. Zoltran ordered for retreat, they all ran the other way. Dragoons fired more shots at it, but it still lived. The creature obviously knew it would die, so it changed courses and crashed into a building. The building was sent toppling onto the Protoss! Only Zoltran and twenty others were able to get out of the way. The building blocked their way back to the carrier. They were stuck here, unless they could find a way around the wreckage. Zoltran took a closer look and saw that they would be stuck here indefinitely. Zoltrans look at the toppled building made him realize that things had gone from bad to worse; the building had crushed the carrier. Zoltran thought through his options, and decided that they needed to find a radio, once they found one they could probably use it to call a battlecruiser to come pick them up. But who knew where the closest one could be! The building could have destroyed the only one left in the city. Zoltran marched forward into the depth of what felt like the maws of a monster. Well, at least the Zerg's way was blocked from us. Then he heard the shrieks behind them as they climbed over the wreckage. Oh shit Zoltran thought as they started to run. Twenty- Protoss could not handle an entire city full of Zerg, it was impossible. The odds of them surviving were slim to none, and Zoltran hated those odds. They would have to keep running until the Zerg figured out that half of them were dying from the fire of the wreckage, maybe then they would stop coming.
JOHN MALONE
The siege tank rolled over the rocky ground, the drivers in search of a medic. Fred only seemed to be getting worse by the moment. The three needle holes in his shoulder were starting to get infected, they were turning green and without medical help would kill Fred. The poison was doing its job and that only made things worse for Fred. The slash and the zergling bite in the stomach weren't helping his condition either. Death seemed an insurmountable obstacle for Fred right now. His face was losing its color, he would die in about ten minutes by Johns estimation.
"John, there's a medic station up ahead, if there's a medic anywhere, they'd be there."
"Take. us there, Huy," Fred croaked.
It would be another minute of drive before they would reach it. That gave John enough time to make a plan B, he didn't like it but it was the only way for Fred to live. If a there wasn't a medic there, then Huy would have to administer the antidote. Huy only had a little training as a medic, but he was Fred's only hope if no one was there. John could take Fred's gauss rifle and hold off any Zerg coming for them, but only for so long. The medic station loomed just out of reach like they were running on a treadmill. Finally they reached the medic station, but as John peered inside, he only saw plan B. It was deserted, Zerg bodies littered the floors, as did Terran bodies. There was medicine, but only Huy could give it to him, and he didn't like those odds.
"Huy, we have a problem, looks like Fred'll need you to give him his medicine."
"Aw shit, that is a pickle."
So they set Fred on the operating table and took his armor off. John grabbed a gauss rifle and posted himself near the window. Huy got the antidote and began the operation. He would first need to administer the antidote, then he would clean up the slash and bite wounds. He put some alcohol on a rag and began cleaning the poison out of the wound. Fred shook from the pain in his shoulder. John, still at the window took his first shots as he saw a zergling approaching them. Three rounds pounded the zerglings head. The beast fell to the ground dead. Meanwhile Huy finished his cleaning and injected the antidote into the wounds. Now he would wrap the needle wounds. He grabbed some gauss from the table and tore off a piece big enough to fit around his needle wounds. Now he turned his attention to the bite. He was losing blood from it fast, Huy had to fix it. He swung his arm across the table to grab some gauss and knocked the bottle of alcohol over onto Fred's slash. Uh oh Huy thought. Meanwhile, John had his own problems. Three hydralisks and an ultralisk were closing in on the medic station. He could only take them one or two at a time, he couldn't handle four of them. Huy didn't have the time to clean it but he had to make time. He wiped the alcohol over the wound, spreading it evenly. Now he brought the gauss over to the bite. He wrapped the gauss around Fred's ribs and tore the end off. John mowed down another hydralisk that only left the ultralisk. He fired his first shots at it. They dented the Zergs carapace, then there were only blanks. The ultralisk was coming fast. John reached to his belt and brought another clip out and shoved it into the rifle. He aimed for the head and fired a few more shots before the ultralisk reached the base. The ultralisk swung his kaiser blade down onto John. John flew back into the wall. John's vision blurred but he saw the ultralisk break through the wall and kill Huy. Fred screamed in agony as the ultralisk impaled him. Then it was John's turn to die as the ultralisk sliced him in half.
DARGON
"So, what is it?" Dargon asked this question almost meanly, he almost got eaten for this thing.
"The scientist let out a sigh. "We're not exactly sure, but we believe this base was targeted for a reason contained in this laptop somewhere. We believe that there was something the Zerg wanted around that base. Some sort of, crystal perhaps."
"What would they need with a crystal?" Jim asked skeptically while rubbing his chin.
"We believe it had something to do with their evolution, and we believe it is in the cave called Ghockisdain."
"Dargon, I think you know your next mission."
"Ya, I think I do."
Ten minutes later he was in a vulture speeding toward the cave. He was supposed to be looking for some sort of green crystal, at least that's what the scientists thought he should be looking for according to the energy readings. They also said there should be a lot of Zerg already in the cave, great Dargon thought, just another worry. He entered the cave cautiously. He immediately saw three zerglings, but they hadn't seen them. He brought out the Nightmare and took aim. He put his crosshairs on the zergling farthest to Dargon's left and zoomed in on his head. He pulled the trigger and a bullet obliterated the zergling's head. The other two turned around and around looking for him. Dargon took his second shot. The second zergling's ribcage exploded. The final one had seen him and was running at him. Dargon took aim and buried three bullets into the creature's stomach. The final one fell down dead. Dargon ran to the first fork in the cave. He had two choices, left or way left. He decided to go to the closest one. Dargon fell to the ground as he saw the five hydralisks. They hadn't seen him, but they would smell him soon enough. An X-round should do the trick he thought as he changed ammo. Dargon shot an X-round into the nearest hydralisk's head. It fell dead, three hydralisks crowded around the carcass, three seconds later they all died in the explosion. With only one left he shot another X-round into it, it exploded. Dargon switched his ammo back to gauss needles and headed further into the cave. He arrived in a large room filled with drones, he turned on his cloaking. Though drones weren't especially dangerous, there were thousands here, and that didn't appeal to Dargon. They seemed to be harvesting from a large green crystal pillar. They brought it into a pile where more drones were building something. It was a statue, but of what? When it was done it would be the size of a titan from Roman mythology. Then there was another one, it would be the same size, but what were they making and why? Dargon hurried past this room and into a smaller one, this room led to a hallway. He hurried through and came to a dead end, and there was a door. Why was there a door? Dargon opened it without thinking what could be behind this door. It opened into a very small room. In the back was a scroll. This room had been visited recently, for there was no dust encrusting anything. Perhaps an infested Terran ruled this brood. He read the scroll to himself. On the fist page was a diagram of a giant wasp and an explanation. The Wasp must be awakened from its sleeping form by constructing a statue in his honor, his sting will lead the Zerg to victory over their enemies. He turned the page to see a diagram of a giant scorpion. The Scorpion must be allowed to leave his prison. To break him from the crag holding him from the world, build a statue to break him from his prison under this planet. If this was what Dargon thought this meant, then the entire Terran race was in danger from whoever was trying to awaken these dark beasts. He set the scroll back down on the table, then he decided he better show this to Jim and picked it back up. He packed it away and turned to leave when he heard the door start to creak open.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
San Diego was in deeper trouble than Detroit was. There were Zerg pouring from every building in the city, and that definitely wasn't good. His regiment was being torn apart. Only ten marines remained, and that was not good at all. Can't stop now, can't give the Zerg any lee-way. They can't win one battle, he thought, otherwise, they always have that to boost morale at any time, we can't give them any slack at all. Death held reign over all in this city now, no one had any say in it, death came down from the skies like rain. The Grim Reaper was definitely having a busy day in San Diego. This whole war sucked, how did the Zerg find out about earth anyway? They had to have intercepted a transmission, or something, but how did they beat us here? Those were not questions needing to be answered at the moment, the question at the time was how would he and his regiment survive even another five minutes? If they survived this battle, Daniel was going home and eating turkey with extra gravy and lots of stuffing, lots and lots of stuffing. He dropped an empty clip to the ground and shoved in another clip. He saw more Zerg and let loose a hail of fire, his fire pierced through a zergling's chest sending it sprawling. He jacked in another fresh clip. He started to rain fire on the Zerg again. This time his stream of fire cut a hydralisk in half! He and his remaining men rushed forward on a hive. They sent bullets into it, while Daniel covered their backs. A hydralisk came around a city corner and was immediately blown to bits by Daniel's rain of fire. He heard the hive explode behind him and felt fresh slop fall on his suit. A Zerg rush was upon them before they could see it. Most of the Zerg were being shot before they reached the marines, a zergling broke through and went for Daniel. He decided not to waste any more ammo, so he brought the butt down through the skull of the zergling. Brains lay scrambled all over the street. He jacked in another clip and started the rain of fire all over again. Three more zerglings fell victim to his gauss needles. Then they had to retreat. Too many of the Zerg were coming for them to hold off. They fell back to an abandoned old warehouse. They burst through the doors and put them on lockdown. Nobody needed words for what they saw. It was a world of ammo, and med-kits, and guns. Daniel only smiled as he loaded up and grabbed another gun. Now they were ready for some real action. Daniel decided to make new battle plans and called for a regrouping in the center of the warehouse. Daniel stood in the middle of a circle made up of the final ten marines. Daniel started his speech.
"Marines, our numbers are dwindling, but we must not give up! We must fight for our rightful home! We must wrestle it away from these monsters that plague it! Is this not your rightful home? Were you not born here? Were you not born to protect this planet? Well, is this your planet to take back?"
"Sir yes sir," the marines yelled in unison!
"Then let's get out there, and let's be on the offensive! We will not lose anymore ground because the Zerg are fighting back!"
With a final defiant yell the marines and Daniel opened the giant warehouse doors. Each marine wielded a gauss rifle and at least one other weapon. Some held another gauss rifle, others held canister rifles, some holding rocket launchers, and one other marine even found a firebat's flamethrower pack- gun. They charged forward guns spewing gauss needles, fire, rockets, and canisters wildly into the belly of the Zerg. A fragmentation grenade went off somewhere in the middle of the pack killing a few Zerg. A rocket hit the building adjacent from where they were standing and started to wobble. Daniel gave the command for scatter and the marines did. Many of Zerg were not so lucky. At least thirty were crushed under the building. That was just a little less mess that they had to clean up themselves. They stood on one side of the building, the Zerg on the other. The marines took aim and prepared for the onslaught to come over the fallen building. The first Zerg to come over was a hydralisk. The rain of fire started and the hydralisk fell dead, but there was no time for rest as the rest of the Zerg came over the building. The Zerg were coming fast and that forced the marines to move back a few feet. All of the marines moved back except for the one that had taken the flamethrower, Daniel watched in horror as the Zerg came upon him. The marine writhed in agony until the Zerg were killed, but by then, the young private was dead as well. Daniel saw an opportunity to kill a lot of Zerg with this dead marine. He ripped the pack off of the marine and threw it into the middle of the pack of Zerg. Daniel shot the pack twice as it hit the ground. The pack exploded in all of the fiery power Daniel had hoped for. At least twenty Zerg went up in flames with it. Daniel took a very brief moment to salute the dead private, and continued firing. Daniel saw that this battle would be a long one, and that he would lose more than one soldier in it. His only hope was that he lived at least one other marine and they escaped together. Then it all came back to the escape. The only way at the time it seemed would be to find a radio and contact the UED survivors for pickup. Daniel could only pray this happened as he continued to mow down Zerg alongside his fellow marines.
HETLAH
The time had come for Hetlah's people to attack. They had not been able to attack the first time for the Zerg had left nothing for even the Terrans. But this time Hetlah was going in first. He was even now riding along in shuttle until they were three miles from the base of the Terrans they would assault. Then he got the urgent report.
"Great Hetlah, we have found Terrans that may jeopardize our attack."
"How many of them are there brother?"
"It looks to be about a squad of marines, firebats, and ghosts, should we stop?"
"No, drop us off here, we'll handle the Terrans ourselves."
"Are you sure brother?"
"Yes, I have a plan."
So Yex had dropped them a mile from the Terrans. They got within sight of them and they cast hallucination on each other. They floated the rest of the way to the squad. One of the marines spotted them and the fire started. But Hetlah had just as many men (if not more) fighting on his side before the hallucination had taken place. Now after the hallucination it looked as if he five times as many as the squad. Even though the hallucinated High Templars could not hurt, the real High Templars made quick work of them, the Salaha Tribe did not lose any High Templars in the battle. Normally High Templars could not hurt people without using magic, but the Salaha Tribe had been specially trained in the arts of combat. They fought using golden staffs with Khaydarian crystals at the crest. Hetlah had once been hit by one and as the Terrans would say 'it hurt like a bitch.' With one quick hit it could smash right through a marines protective faceplate and brutally maim the Terran inside. The Khaydarian crystals in the staffs were not there for looks, they were used to channel energy through, it gave increased health and more powerful psy- strikes. All of the Terrans lay dead and still a few of the hallucinations were left undestroyed. With that chore being done, they pressed onward toward the Terran base. The rest of the Protoss (the none High Templars) would be meeting them at the Terran base. They planned to do a surrounding assault. Hetlah's men would arrive late, but if any of the Terrans tried to escape through their side Hetlah could pick them up. It was only about another six- mile walk to the base, which wasn't so bad considering they would be floating the whole way. They decided to create more hallucinations while they could. After that had been done they had nearly one hundred High Templar hallucinations. Sure they couldn't hurt the Terrans, but intimidation is half of the fight. Over five hundred strong of the Protoss race would be marching into the Terran's base. This base was big, but Hetlah didn't think it was big enough to fend off an attack like that. The only hard part was that Duran wanted no survivors escaping that base, unless they would like to join with the Utopia, the name chosen by Duran for his army. The Terrans would fall under the hands of the Utopia, as will all others who oppose us. A bengalaas stirred in the bushes up ahead, Hetlah didn't give it much thought until he saw the poor beast. It had been mutilated. Three holes were in its chest. It was hanging on by a tiny bit of life. Two bullets lie nearby and one was still lodged in its chest. Hetlah could not let this poor creature die. Hetlah bent over to the creature's height and put a hand on its chest. A blue glow emanated from his hand. The holes healed over and the bullet was ejected from the body. The creature got up and licked Hetlah's face in thanks. The Terrans would pay for what they did to this animal, for no reason they had shot the defenseless creature, they would pay in gallons of blood. The healing power he had used had just newly been discovered by Hetlah, as did many other powers native to the High Templar's body. He would surely use the more torureous ones against the Terrans today.
THOMAS BRIDGES
"We're in deep shit. I don't think that I need to repeat myself about that matter. Now does anyone have any ideas, quick ideas?" The silence spoke for itself.
"I have an idea, it aint great but it might work."
"Well then, do tell Ywan."
"I just think we need to get out of this hellhole and back to base. But I figure the Zerg will have the city's exits blocked off. So we'll need some kind big explosive device. Not nuke caliber, but definitely stronger than a couple grenades. I was thinking along the lines of some plastic explosives to blow a hole through some of the Zerg."
"You're crazy! There's nothin like that round here! Even if we could get some that's some crazy shit we'll be dealin with. We could do a lot more than just blow away some Zerg, hell we would probably blow ourselves away man! Fuckin gotta blow everything up," Nasf muttered under his breath.
"What was that you pig-freak?"
"I said why the hell you gotta blow every fuckin thing you see to hell!"
"At least it's an idea! I don't see you contributing at all!"
"Well, if I had an idea at least it wouldn't get us killed!"
"Shutup! Both of you!"
"I have an idea," Thomas said.
"What would that be Bridges?"
"Uh, run," Thomas said as he saw the Zerg running in huge numbers toward them!"
No one answered, all they saw was the Zerg and they started to run. They dove behind things in the street and fired on the imminent rush. Thomas aimed for the head of the nearest zergling and planted seven needles in its head. Once the first Rush was dead, the marines piled the things in a street and made a wall in front of the hospital. The following Zerg Rush sprinted towards the make- shift base. Guns blazed as the oncoming Rush got closer to the base. Nasf, threw a grenade into the fray. It was an old one, but it did its job good enough. Three hydralisks died in the explosion. Death had become a regular sight for Thomas by now, after four years of seeing his friends and enemies alike die, he wasn't affected by it so much now. Four years ago would have been very different, four years ago he would have hurled at the sights he saw regularly. Zerg exploding four years ago would have drove him to hours of vomiting his guts out. The Zerg Rush was closing in on the marines once again. A zergling got close enough and ripped Wox out of the base by his shoulder. The zergling was killed by Thomas's shotgun, but Wox had been slammed to the pavement in the process. Wox scrambled to get back but was dragged back farther by another zergling. Another shell flew from Thomas's shotgun and zergling ribs splattered across the street. By now Wox was a considerable distance from the base. Wox was hurt so he crawled as far as he could before he was ripped back again by a hydralisk. Thomas pulled the trigger once again and the hydralisk was nearing death. It was almost dead, almost. Thomas pulled the trigger agin, but he was to late, Wox was torn out of his suit by hungry zerglings. He clung to the suit for dear life. He would surely die. Thomas saw the opportunity, he didn't like it presented to him but he took it. He shot the firebat suit and an enormous explosion ensued. About twenty- five Zerg were barbequed by the explosion. Ywan turned to him, with an infuriated look on his face. Thomas didn't care what Ywan or anyone else in the squad thought, Wox wasn't going to live anyway, his sacrifice may have saved their lives. Thomas thought of something very quickly, this doesn't make sense he thought. The General said that the numbers here were dwindling, where were the Zerg coming from? Unless General Jacobs had lied, which made no sense also. Why would he lie to them? It made no sense, but Thomas had to accept it until he found the General and asked him what the hell was going on out here. He saw another zergling coming close, so he blasted its head off. Then two more zerglings after that one was dead. Man this was going to be one long ass day Thomas thought. This Rush showed no sign of stopping and that brought Thomas back to that same question once again. Why had the General lied to us? Or had he lied to us? If he didn't then why the hell were there so many Zerg? Why?
GONISSA TYLLER
The man threw her off of him again. Gonissa no longer cared if she died tonight, all she wanted to do right now is kill this Terran who so thoughtlessly attacked her. His face was a mockery of its handsomeness by now, she had scratched it to hell. That made her somewhat better. Now someone else would know the pain of being a freak, of being rejected, he would hide his once beautiful face in shame, he would be the one to wear the hood alongside her. Blood stained the pavement in a deep red hue as she jumped upon him again. She bit his neck at the end this time, he screeched in pain as blood flowed in pints from the open wounds. He kicked her in the gut, the wind was knocked out of her as she rolled off. Gonissa turned to see him pulling out his gun. His aim was fucked up from blood loss, but he couldn't miss at this range. She swept his legs out from under him with a powerful slide tackle. He pulled the trigger but his aim was knocked high by the kick. She jumped to attack him again, but he brought a fist into her face. He flung a knee up into her stomach. She toppled over backwards, she knew the end was near unless she could kill him right now. She groped for her knife that was just out of her reach. The man kicked it away from her. He pulled out his gun once again. She had to think fast, otherwise she would just be a body without a head. She flung her legs up and knocked him in the groin. He let out a great moan of pain and fell to his knees. He stared blankly at her. She gripped the knife tight, she knew he was dead here. She stood over him and brought it down on him. But before she could a bullet hit her in side. Gonissa fell and turned to see another man standing there. He pulled the trigger again, but Gonissa rolled away. She was hurt, but not hurt enough not to heal. She leapt for him. The other man took another shot at her. This time she was hit in the leg. Gonissa fell to the ground. She healed over again, being a Zerg did have its perks. She grasped his ankle and bit, hard. A puddle of blood appeared on the street. The man screamed as he brought the butt of the gun down on her. Her head cracked open, it took a little longer to heal than the bullets but it would heal. She would have a headache for a long time after this battle. She pulled the man down and grasped his throat. She choked him until his struggling had ceased, the man was dead. But Gonissa had let her guard down, the first man shot her in the head, thrice. This could not heal before she died.
ALDORIS
The retreat did not mean anything. The Protoss were talking about his "cowardly" retreat. They retreated with him, did they not? Sure he made the order, but not one Protoss opposed the order. The carrier was almost to the newly located Protoss base. Only about a mile to go he thought. Another question puzzled him and scared him, why had the Zerg and Terrans allied against him? It made no sense. His thought was interrupted by an alarm. He looked out to see Dragoons attacking the carrier! Then hydralisks pushed out of the shadows and attacked. Marines soon followed. What unholy alliance was this? Luckily the attack was meant as a hit and run for soon the allies retreated. The base loomed up ahead. Chatter grew loud in the passenger room of the carrier. Aldoris only sat silent. They made a good landing and stepped out. Aldoris floated towards his quarters. He reached them and sounded the defensive alarm. Whoever this alliance was they thought he did not know them very well, for he knew quite well they were marching towards the base right now. Tassadar walked beside him.
"Why have you called for defensive positions?"
"The alliance is coming, if not them then someone else."
"Someone else is right. Look out the window."
Aldoris did so with wide eyes as he saw a menace he thought was done coming at the base. The menace was the Dark Templar! He looked to Tassadar. Tassadar looked back with a smug look on his face.
"You backstabbing cull! You brought them here! That was your plan all along. I will kill you!" Aldoris lunged at him drawing his Khaydarian crystal knife. Tassadar kicked him off and did the same. Aldoris stabbed for Tassadar three times. Tassadar dodged each time, then he brought his knife into Aldoris' stomach. Aldoris shrieked in the overwhelming pain. He managed one scream. "Guards!" Aldoris yelled this at the top of his lungs and Tassadar jumped back. Three Zealots entered the room. Tassadar backed away from the new threat. Then from nowhere came a quick slash. A zealot fell before him, then another. The final one was smart enough to run from the invisible attacker. The attacker finally revealed himself as a face all too well known.
"Zeratul!" Tassadar rushed forward and fell to one knee in front of Zeratul.
"Rise great Tassadar, you kneel to no one. It is good to see once again brother. But what shall we do with this coward." Zeratul pointed towards Aldoris who now coward in the corner.
"Leave him, he will experience the fall of his wrong empire firsthand."
So they left Aldoris on the floor. Aldoris got up an hour later and walked over to the Holy Fire. He healed himself and prepared for his revenge against Tassadar. He would pay with his life for double- crossing the great Aldoris. Tassadar would learn that if you fucked with Aldoris then you are just asking to be killed.
KILAROK
There weren't any Protoss in sight, and for once that was exactly what Kilarok needed. He had been flying the ship for about six hours now, searching the planet's surface for a tribe. Then he saw something. It was a small village of Protoss. It looked as if it were under construction. That was good, if it wasn't just an abandoned mining base where all he would run into was a few probes then he could get help. He needed to contact them before he was in range of the six- photon cannons surrounding the base. He sent an echo burst down to the base. Echo burst was a fairly new technology when Kilarok had gotten his hybrid, but perhaps now it was just an out of date thing, maybe they wouldn't respond. He waited for ten minutes and decided that they wouldn't answer. They probably thought it was just a distress signal from another planet halfway across the universe that was sent fifty years ago that they are just getting now. Echo burst was known to move all to slow. All it was was a giant scream sent through space. It moved at only one hundred kilometers an hour. Kilarok sent another then two more. Finally they sent an echo respond in his direction. Now he could send a message.
"Protoss brethren, I am the wanderer Kilarok, I would like to speak to the warrior in charge."
"That is quite impossible biomass, right now Saren Fexni is doing battle with a nearing Zerg swarm so if you please,"
"Shutup program, I know you're lying, there isn't a Zerg swarm within a hundred miles from here, so send the Saren in here before I come down there and rip your circuits out."
There was a slight pause from the program. "The Saren will see you now biomass."
A gruff looking zealot appeared on Kilarok's second screen. "What do you want wanderer?"
"I'd like your assistance, this is a dangerous Aiur that we are living on brother. I would require your assistance to leave."
"Why should I help you? We of the New Conclave are a proud faction that will retake Aiur in the name of our fallen brethren. You have fifteen seconds to awe me into helping you off of Aiur."
Kilarok froze, there wasn't a thing he could offer the New Conclave, except. "My ship. That is my offer."
"Your ship? Don't make me laugh, we have a big enough fleet to destroy any swarm on this planet. What makes your ship so special?"
"I'll send you the specs and you tell me." Kilarok popped in a disc with his hybrid's specs on it.
"Whoa, what kind of ship is this?"
"It is a wraith- corsair hybrid."
"Uh, wow, that is some ship you've got there. Um, I guess I accept your offer brother. I only want to ask you one thing."
"Shoot."
"How many guardians can this thing take down in a single round from each weapon?"
"Two, it can kill two guardians with one round of ammo coming from each gun."
"Wow, holy shit. Come down here, we have business to talk of."
JACK THOMPSON
The city was even more beautiful on the inside. Each building seemed to radiate an electrical blue shine. Each building shined in unison at Jack's count of every ten seconds. The Zerg were up ahead, for the first time in a long time Jack had no intention of killing Zerg. Jack was almost absolutely sure that the other Terrans felt the same way.Jack felt as if he was being watched, there was a lot of places to hide around here, Jack didn't like that. What if the Zerg were leading them into an ambush? No, the Zerg weren't that smart. What could this place be? It was almost, holy. It was as if God himself had built it. Like it was the city for his angels. Yet there was that feeling of being watched. Then as if to confirm his suspicions he looked up ahead and saw the Zerg writhing in agony as an electric shock came from below them. Then something sucked the Zerg into the street. The marines could only stare at the sight. The city had eaten them! Then he heard a growl up ahead. They all heard because they all turned to it. Then Jack saw it! It didn't look like an angel. It didn't look like anything Jack had seen in life, or in any storybook. It looked like a cross between a cat, and a Terran, then someone had covered it in metal. The face looked almost like a dogs, only the eyes were drawn back in what looked like a helmet. The metal was blue and black in some areas. Lights flickered on it making it look like a robot or something. One of the idiot marines behind Jack took a shot at the creature. The creature got away with amazing speed. In three seconds it had come from the end of the street to the marines and he had already torn the marine that took a shot apart. The creature moved on all fours and ran back to the end of the street. Jack looked behind him at the corpse of the marine. This threat was bad, and what if there were more of them? This thing was playing with them. Jack could feel it. This was going to be a dangerous game. The creature was waiting for them to make their move. Jack knew only one they could do, and that was run. But if they ran it would catch up and kill all of them. Then Jack saw another three creep out from the corners of buildings. Jack saw a building with an open door; maybe they could take cover from the. pack inside. He gave the command in a whisper. He counted down from ten and they dashed inside. They slammed the door and heard a cry of agony. One of the creatures had gotten its fingers stuck in the door. Jack kept slamming the door until the fingers snapped off. Jack grabbed them, just in case. The outside layer of whatever made the creatures look like robots, but as Jack gazed at the fingers blood trickled down his hand, they were living creatures!
FELAZ'NEA
The shell exploded with energy! Green light seemed to flow from every crack of Aiur. Felaz'nea opened his eyes for the first time as a leader. He had not become a guardian, or a devourer. He had become a biomancer. He would be a second coming of Slizarus. Instead of glowing a fierce red and orange, Felaz'nea glowed a poisonous green. Poisonous was exactly what he was, one touch could poison anything. One drop of this poison could kill a hydralisk instantly. He was no longer Felaz'nea either, that was his birth name, and his rebirth name was Nicotine. The word was from earth where this poison once existed. Nicotine flew over the battlefield, spreading his death wherever an enemy was. He sent droplets of his poison into the nexus. Soon he heard Prtoss dropping to the floor dead. But there were many more in there. He would need to use another of his powers to eliminate them all. He blew gas into the Nexus, this gas was called carbon monoxide. He heard the remaining Protoss die. Nicotine ordered the Zerg to retreat back to the hive. At first the Zerg were reluctant to listen to the voice, but they all left. When this was done, Nicotine flew high into the sky and rained his poison droplets onto the Protoss, they fell at his feet dead. He landed to see no movement; they were all dead. Nicotine smiled, the Zerg would take Aiur for their purposes. None of the other broods, or any of the tribes, or any of the Terrans could stop destiny. He would now go back to the main hive and explain what had happened. Then he would lead the Zerg into battle against the Terrans. It was a mile to the hive, Nicotine covered it in thirty seconds. The nearest Terran base was ten miles south of the hive. Nicotine landed and called all of the Zerg's attention to him. They all came to him, every last zergling came to his place; Nicotine was in control now. He told him his tale, and what they would do next. Tomorrow morning they would attack the Dominion's forces south of here, therefore cutting an edge through the forces around them. It was only so bad that it would be thirty hours until the sun rose. Days on Aiur were sixty hours long. Nothing could defeat the Shis'sar brood with Nicotine in control and every creature on Aiur would learn that they were a force to be reckoned with. The Dominion would probably be wiped off of Aiur in less than an Aiur week. Soon Aiur would be nothing but one big hive with Nicotine in control of that as well.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
The halls here were alive with creep. This place would be nothing but creep in a matter of hours. Arc had probably walked ten miles throughout the giant underground level of the systems. The defenses had failed because the creep had grown over the systems. Arc heard a screech up ahead. He threw on his hydralisk disguise and went forward without fear. Ten hydralisks waited up the hall, Arc walked past them without a problem. When he was a safe distance away he took the disguise off. That was when the trouble started. His heat scanner went crazy! It sensed heat coming from every direction. If that heat was Zerg then he was about to be knee deep in shit. He fumbled for his hologram button. He turned on the disguise, but nothing happened. No Zerg came rushing at him, why? Maybe it wasn't Zerg! Maybe it was the Protoss! It was too unlikely for Arc to get his hopes up. He threw on his scanner again. The heat was still all around him. A destroyed door opened into a room filled with heat; Arc went in. As soon as Arc stepped in he knew what the heat was. It was a boiler room; the others were probably the same. The room Arc was in before was probably the passage to all of them. Hopefully he was nearing the exit of this structure. Arc walked across the room to an elevator. Time to go back up he thought. He entered the elevator and went up to the ground floor.
GARY COSWELL
Black death had rained upon all of the cities on Korhal except for Augustgrad. They now marched upon the capital together with the other two invasion squads. A mile away lay Augustgrad; this city would not have the choice of surrender. Mengsk's Dominion would fall here today without the choice to stop the combat. Three hundred men strong waited a mile away from their ultimate conquest. Gary rose the left arm of his goliath, as did the other leaders. The signal for attack had been done, now it was a full out sprint to the city. Bunkers threw bullets everywhere yet no NATO operatives had fallen. Gary walked over one of the bunkers; the marines inside were crushed. The NATO's had already broken through the front defenses in thirty seconds. Gary opened up on six marines ahead; all of them were killed before they got to fire a shot. Dominion wraiths flew overhead. Gary fired missiles up to them; he shot down two out of three. Augustgrad was easily the biggest city on Korhal. Gary entered a command center (tearing off the hatch door as he did). The goliath didn't fit in the hallways, so Gary tore the hallways apart just walking through them. He shot every Terran in sight. He crushed a few that he didn't see. The command center blasted apart at the seams. Gary shot his way out. Gary kept shooting and killing marines; it just felt great. They were nearing the capital building now. Gary could just imagine Mengsk scared, soiling himself as they broke into the capital building. Gary shot through the hatches and let the marines run in first and take out the first defenses. Shots rang out throughout the long hallways. Terran blood splattered the walls as they neared Mengsk's office. The marines burst through the doors and took shots all overt the office. But it was empty. Mengsk must have run, they had to find him or it was all their asses on the grill, perhaps literally if the boss wanted it done.
"Marines! The prey has fled, I want a thorough check done on the city." Gary told all of the marines in the city this, now they would definitely get that rat.
Gary started a search of his own with the marines throughout the capital building. They hadn't found anything when a sign came up. Gary saw the tracks immediately. Train tracks ran out of here, they were a little warm according to his sensors. Oil lay nearby, they must have taken it out of the city.
"All wraiths report to the capital building, you have a new mission. It is to follow the train tracks that lead out of the capital, go full speed to catch up with the train, call back to report your findings later." Gary searched for three more hours before he got the report he wanted.
"Commander Coswell, we've found Mengsk and have taken him into our custody, we're bringing him back now."
"Good work lieutenant, we'll speak to Emper-, I mean Arcturus Mengsk when you return."
Yes, just Arcturus Mengsk now, he is an emperor no longer. Gary rallied the troops in the town square. They waited for three hours when Mengsk finally reached them. Gary climbed out of his goliath and stepped toward their prisoner. Gary grabbed a gauss rifle and brought it over to Mengsk with him. His order had been to kill Mengsk without mercy, and Gary felt none. He loaded a clip of needles in and shot Mengsk in the head. Mengsk dropped to the ground dead, the Dominion was over. Yes, it was finally over after all these weeks of destroying cities, yes all their work had finally paid off. NATO now held Korhal, and Gary later realized that for the first time in a long time, he was happy, no he was thrilled.
JEX'PARA
Jex'para had never been so unsure in her life. Should she leave Kerrigan's safety and face the dangerous world alone. Or take the risk of death and stay with Kerrigan and fight. She finally decided that she could never desert Kerrigan no matter what happened. Kerrigan was already preparing Jex'para and her fellow army mates for another battle against the Protoss called the Dark Templar or something like that. She felt so good about this battle though. They would kill this great threat for sure, the thought felt so right. She didn't know much about prophetic dreams, but last night she probably had one. She saw darkness lift (what she thought represented the Dark Templar) but a new danger arose; one that scared her even worse than the Dark Templar. A great green sun rose over the horizon and bloomed into a flower. Then all the Zerg died. She wasn't sure what it meant but she had good reason to fear it, all of the Zerg dead would always no matter how it was put would always be bad. She needed sleep, sure she would just wake up to more darkness, Aiur's time really sucked.
GRANASH
Granash slithered over to where Hamaer slept that morning. Hamaer would be awake by now, at least he hoped so. Granash wanted to know what his dream was about. He would ask Hamaer and Hamaer would probably shrug it off as nothing. Granash hoped he would not, Granash knew this dream meant something. The circle cliff that housed Hamaer was asleep this morning, not one ragnasaur stirred this morning. Hamaer welcomed Granash with his usual booming voice.
"Granash, why have you come to me this morning?"
"Great Hamaer, last night I had a dream, I wish to know the meaning of it."
"It is possible, so speak son of Hydra."
"In my dream, an oracle in the form of a Queen came to me to warn me of my death."
"Go on."
"She said that my death would come from the one that I had come to worship, in the form of a green lotus. Do you know what it means?"
"That is a stupid thing to say. Of course I know, it means nothing." Hamaer said this almost as if he were protecting a secret.
"Right, I cry your pardon."
Granash walked away sulkily. Why had Hamaer guarded what he knew so fiercely. Granash sort of worshipped Hamaer if it was put that way. But did that mean that Hamaer would betray and kill him? Granash thought it unlikely. What would Hamaer have to gain with Granash's death? Granash still didn't have a clue what his dream meant, so he went back to his den. The part about the Queen bothered him as well. Why was the oracle a Queen? Granash thought he knew the answer to this. The answer was that he would find out when his death comes. That was all there was to it. If Hamaer wouldn't help him, then no one could. Cerebrates share a bond with their broods. They can solve mysteries of pasts, in some cases tell futures, and reveal the purpose of dreams. To get other help he would need to join another brood for another cerebrate's help. Granash would certainly not abandon Hamaer to find the purpose of his dream, so he was stuck without help. He didn't like to wait, in fact he hated waiting. Especially when you know that when you find out your going to die very soon. Growls and screeches came from within Granash's den. A fight had broken out, this would be a fun one to get into Granash thought. Dens usually got into fights regularly, sometimes just for fun, sometimes for choices, and sometimes for grudge. This one was just for fun and the whole den would be aloud to get into it. Granash loved drop- in fights, they were the one of the two things that kept him alive. The other was killing Terrans. Granash entered and saw that everyone else had already gotten in. Zerg blood lined the walls and the creep floor. Granash jumped into the fight and attacked Fedge. Granash sort of liked Fedge, he wasn't too bad. But in fights it was every hydralisk for himself. Granash bit Fedge's hood. Blood spilled out and onto Granash's maw. Fedge recoiled with a stab from his small arms. The stab hit him in the top of the hood. Granash bit Fedge in the chest. And so the fight continued long into the night. When it was over Granash was happy at how long it had been. Sometimes he needed days like that. That was Granash's last thought as he drifted off to sleep.
CHRIS FOX
Chris picked himself up off of the pavement. He had blacked out after he had shot that thing. He knelt down next to Verchellin. He had given his life to save Chris's. Chris was happy for once that Verchellin had shadowed him. Then for the first time in years Chris cried. That thing killed him. He walked over to her and pulled out her wallet. Inside was a piece of metal with a symbol engraved on it. It was a fist criss- crossed with a gun. He looked up, there was a news break.
"Well, Korhal is under new management. Today NATO took Augustgrad with force. The whole planet is now under NATO control. Former Emperor Arcturus Mengsk was assassinated by NATO operatives in the final minutes of their conquest of Korhal."
"Shit, this just aint my day," Chris said under his breath.
The oil was now in the hands of a new force. Chris couldn't say he minded. All Mengsk was was a power hungry tyrant. But it was still a shitty day. His friend had died, he got a couple new scars, and now there would be law changes and government changes. Chris walked over to a pay phone and called the paramedics. The paramedics arrived ten minutes later and the wrapped the bodies and threw them in the back. Verchellin didn't have much money, so Chris would pay for his funeral. It was the least a partner, and friend could do. Chris walked back to his apartment and went straight to the bathroom. He got himself cleaned up. The paramedics offered to take him down to the hospital but Chris said he could handle it and he could. Chris took a shower and then went to bed. He finally got to sleep at two in the morning, all he could think about was Verchellin dying.
That was chapter three. Sorry it takes me so long to make them. But it takes me awhile. I hope you like it.
The ancient city of New York lay dormant tonight, devoid of life. Zoltran would soon fight once again; he was now heading to a place called, Chicago. This place was supposed to be home to over a hundred Zerg hives. Death spread through the city like locusts taking over a wheat field. An old building that said Se. Tow.r stood above all else. Some of the letters on the building were scratched out by the ages, perhaps even the Zerg had something to do with it. Nonetheless, this was another major city that had to be liberated in order to retake Earth. The Zerg flowed from every opening in the city. Zoltran knew the fight was hopeless, but Daniel still had hope, and as long as Daniel did, then he and his brethren would keep fighting. Daniel said he had a backup plan in case they would surely fail. He had given Zoltran a piece of paper; it held the instructions for plan B, if it came to that. Zoltran felt that it would, and he prayed that they could set it off soon. His brethren were dying fast, and the Dark Templar needed every soldier back at the main Nexus, for they were also preparing for a war, but this one would be fought from within. The carrier Justified Sacrifice was now making its landing, Zoltran was ready for the fight this time. Zoltran and fifty other Dark Templar stepped out of the carrier and prepared for combat. The Zerg were on them at once. Zoltran dug his blade into the head of a zergling that was closing in on him. That being done, Zoltran charged forward to bring his blade into a hydralisks chest. He ordered for his men to go farther, it seemed that they would need to kill a cerebrate once again. He heard a roar coming down the street towards them. He turned to see an infested Terran charging at them. A dragoon's blast knocked its arm off, but it kept coming at them. They would need to run from it. Zoltran ordered for retreat, they all ran the other way. Dragoons fired more shots at it, but it still lived. The creature obviously knew it would die, so it changed courses and crashed into a building. The building was sent toppling onto the Protoss! Only Zoltran and twenty others were able to get out of the way. The building blocked their way back to the carrier. They were stuck here, unless they could find a way around the wreckage. Zoltran took a closer look and saw that they would be stuck here indefinitely. Zoltrans look at the toppled building made him realize that things had gone from bad to worse; the building had crushed the carrier. Zoltran thought through his options, and decided that they needed to find a radio, once they found one they could probably use it to call a battlecruiser to come pick them up. But who knew where the closest one could be! The building could have destroyed the only one left in the city. Zoltran marched forward into the depth of what felt like the maws of a monster. Well, at least the Zerg's way was blocked from us. Then he heard the shrieks behind them as they climbed over the wreckage. Oh shit Zoltran thought as they started to run. Twenty- Protoss could not handle an entire city full of Zerg, it was impossible. The odds of them surviving were slim to none, and Zoltran hated those odds. They would have to keep running until the Zerg figured out that half of them were dying from the fire of the wreckage, maybe then they would stop coming.
JOHN MALONE
The siege tank rolled over the rocky ground, the drivers in search of a medic. Fred only seemed to be getting worse by the moment. The three needle holes in his shoulder were starting to get infected, they were turning green and without medical help would kill Fred. The poison was doing its job and that only made things worse for Fred. The slash and the zergling bite in the stomach weren't helping his condition either. Death seemed an insurmountable obstacle for Fred right now. His face was losing its color, he would die in about ten minutes by Johns estimation.
"John, there's a medic station up ahead, if there's a medic anywhere, they'd be there."
"Take. us there, Huy," Fred croaked.
It would be another minute of drive before they would reach it. That gave John enough time to make a plan B, he didn't like it but it was the only way for Fred to live. If a there wasn't a medic there, then Huy would have to administer the antidote. Huy only had a little training as a medic, but he was Fred's only hope if no one was there. John could take Fred's gauss rifle and hold off any Zerg coming for them, but only for so long. The medic station loomed just out of reach like they were running on a treadmill. Finally they reached the medic station, but as John peered inside, he only saw plan B. It was deserted, Zerg bodies littered the floors, as did Terran bodies. There was medicine, but only Huy could give it to him, and he didn't like those odds.
"Huy, we have a problem, looks like Fred'll need you to give him his medicine."
"Aw shit, that is a pickle."
So they set Fred on the operating table and took his armor off. John grabbed a gauss rifle and posted himself near the window. Huy got the antidote and began the operation. He would first need to administer the antidote, then he would clean up the slash and bite wounds. He put some alcohol on a rag and began cleaning the poison out of the wound. Fred shook from the pain in his shoulder. John, still at the window took his first shots as he saw a zergling approaching them. Three rounds pounded the zerglings head. The beast fell to the ground dead. Meanwhile Huy finished his cleaning and injected the antidote into the wounds. Now he would wrap the needle wounds. He grabbed some gauss from the table and tore off a piece big enough to fit around his needle wounds. Now he turned his attention to the bite. He was losing blood from it fast, Huy had to fix it. He swung his arm across the table to grab some gauss and knocked the bottle of alcohol over onto Fred's slash. Uh oh Huy thought. Meanwhile, John had his own problems. Three hydralisks and an ultralisk were closing in on the medic station. He could only take them one or two at a time, he couldn't handle four of them. Huy didn't have the time to clean it but he had to make time. He wiped the alcohol over the wound, spreading it evenly. Now he brought the gauss over to the bite. He wrapped the gauss around Fred's ribs and tore the end off. John mowed down another hydralisk that only left the ultralisk. He fired his first shots at it. They dented the Zergs carapace, then there were only blanks. The ultralisk was coming fast. John reached to his belt and brought another clip out and shoved it into the rifle. He aimed for the head and fired a few more shots before the ultralisk reached the base. The ultralisk swung his kaiser blade down onto John. John flew back into the wall. John's vision blurred but he saw the ultralisk break through the wall and kill Huy. Fred screamed in agony as the ultralisk impaled him. Then it was John's turn to die as the ultralisk sliced him in half.
DARGON
"So, what is it?" Dargon asked this question almost meanly, he almost got eaten for this thing.
"The scientist let out a sigh. "We're not exactly sure, but we believe this base was targeted for a reason contained in this laptop somewhere. We believe that there was something the Zerg wanted around that base. Some sort of, crystal perhaps."
"What would they need with a crystal?" Jim asked skeptically while rubbing his chin.
"We believe it had something to do with their evolution, and we believe it is in the cave called Ghockisdain."
"Dargon, I think you know your next mission."
"Ya, I think I do."
Ten minutes later he was in a vulture speeding toward the cave. He was supposed to be looking for some sort of green crystal, at least that's what the scientists thought he should be looking for according to the energy readings. They also said there should be a lot of Zerg already in the cave, great Dargon thought, just another worry. He entered the cave cautiously. He immediately saw three zerglings, but they hadn't seen them. He brought out the Nightmare and took aim. He put his crosshairs on the zergling farthest to Dargon's left and zoomed in on his head. He pulled the trigger and a bullet obliterated the zergling's head. The other two turned around and around looking for him. Dargon took his second shot. The second zergling's ribcage exploded. The final one had seen him and was running at him. Dargon took aim and buried three bullets into the creature's stomach. The final one fell down dead. Dargon ran to the first fork in the cave. He had two choices, left or way left. He decided to go to the closest one. Dargon fell to the ground as he saw the five hydralisks. They hadn't seen him, but they would smell him soon enough. An X-round should do the trick he thought as he changed ammo. Dargon shot an X-round into the nearest hydralisk's head. It fell dead, three hydralisks crowded around the carcass, three seconds later they all died in the explosion. With only one left he shot another X-round into it, it exploded. Dargon switched his ammo back to gauss needles and headed further into the cave. He arrived in a large room filled with drones, he turned on his cloaking. Though drones weren't especially dangerous, there were thousands here, and that didn't appeal to Dargon. They seemed to be harvesting from a large green crystal pillar. They brought it into a pile where more drones were building something. It was a statue, but of what? When it was done it would be the size of a titan from Roman mythology. Then there was another one, it would be the same size, but what were they making and why? Dargon hurried past this room and into a smaller one, this room led to a hallway. He hurried through and came to a dead end, and there was a door. Why was there a door? Dargon opened it without thinking what could be behind this door. It opened into a very small room. In the back was a scroll. This room had been visited recently, for there was no dust encrusting anything. Perhaps an infested Terran ruled this brood. He read the scroll to himself. On the fist page was a diagram of a giant wasp and an explanation. The Wasp must be awakened from its sleeping form by constructing a statue in his honor, his sting will lead the Zerg to victory over their enemies. He turned the page to see a diagram of a giant scorpion. The Scorpion must be allowed to leave his prison. To break him from the crag holding him from the world, build a statue to break him from his prison under this planet. If this was what Dargon thought this meant, then the entire Terran race was in danger from whoever was trying to awaken these dark beasts. He set the scroll back down on the table, then he decided he better show this to Jim and picked it back up. He packed it away and turned to leave when he heard the door start to creak open.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
San Diego was in deeper trouble than Detroit was. There were Zerg pouring from every building in the city, and that definitely wasn't good. His regiment was being torn apart. Only ten marines remained, and that was not good at all. Can't stop now, can't give the Zerg any lee-way. They can't win one battle, he thought, otherwise, they always have that to boost morale at any time, we can't give them any slack at all. Death held reign over all in this city now, no one had any say in it, death came down from the skies like rain. The Grim Reaper was definitely having a busy day in San Diego. This whole war sucked, how did the Zerg find out about earth anyway? They had to have intercepted a transmission, or something, but how did they beat us here? Those were not questions needing to be answered at the moment, the question at the time was how would he and his regiment survive even another five minutes? If they survived this battle, Daniel was going home and eating turkey with extra gravy and lots of stuffing, lots and lots of stuffing. He dropped an empty clip to the ground and shoved in another clip. He saw more Zerg and let loose a hail of fire, his fire pierced through a zergling's chest sending it sprawling. He jacked in another fresh clip. He started to rain fire on the Zerg again. This time his stream of fire cut a hydralisk in half! He and his remaining men rushed forward on a hive. They sent bullets into it, while Daniel covered their backs. A hydralisk came around a city corner and was immediately blown to bits by Daniel's rain of fire. He heard the hive explode behind him and felt fresh slop fall on his suit. A Zerg rush was upon them before they could see it. Most of the Zerg were being shot before they reached the marines, a zergling broke through and went for Daniel. He decided not to waste any more ammo, so he brought the butt down through the skull of the zergling. Brains lay scrambled all over the street. He jacked in another clip and started the rain of fire all over again. Three more zerglings fell victim to his gauss needles. Then they had to retreat. Too many of the Zerg were coming for them to hold off. They fell back to an abandoned old warehouse. They burst through the doors and put them on lockdown. Nobody needed words for what they saw. It was a world of ammo, and med-kits, and guns. Daniel only smiled as he loaded up and grabbed another gun. Now they were ready for some real action. Daniel decided to make new battle plans and called for a regrouping in the center of the warehouse. Daniel stood in the middle of a circle made up of the final ten marines. Daniel started his speech.
"Marines, our numbers are dwindling, but we must not give up! We must fight for our rightful home! We must wrestle it away from these monsters that plague it! Is this not your rightful home? Were you not born here? Were you not born to protect this planet? Well, is this your planet to take back?"
"Sir yes sir," the marines yelled in unison!
"Then let's get out there, and let's be on the offensive! We will not lose anymore ground because the Zerg are fighting back!"
With a final defiant yell the marines and Daniel opened the giant warehouse doors. Each marine wielded a gauss rifle and at least one other weapon. Some held another gauss rifle, others held canister rifles, some holding rocket launchers, and one other marine even found a firebat's flamethrower pack- gun. They charged forward guns spewing gauss needles, fire, rockets, and canisters wildly into the belly of the Zerg. A fragmentation grenade went off somewhere in the middle of the pack killing a few Zerg. A rocket hit the building adjacent from where they were standing and started to wobble. Daniel gave the command for scatter and the marines did. Many of Zerg were not so lucky. At least thirty were crushed under the building. That was just a little less mess that they had to clean up themselves. They stood on one side of the building, the Zerg on the other. The marines took aim and prepared for the onslaught to come over the fallen building. The first Zerg to come over was a hydralisk. The rain of fire started and the hydralisk fell dead, but there was no time for rest as the rest of the Zerg came over the building. The Zerg were coming fast and that forced the marines to move back a few feet. All of the marines moved back except for the one that had taken the flamethrower, Daniel watched in horror as the Zerg came upon him. The marine writhed in agony until the Zerg were killed, but by then, the young private was dead as well. Daniel saw an opportunity to kill a lot of Zerg with this dead marine. He ripped the pack off of the marine and threw it into the middle of the pack of Zerg. Daniel shot the pack twice as it hit the ground. The pack exploded in all of the fiery power Daniel had hoped for. At least twenty Zerg went up in flames with it. Daniel took a very brief moment to salute the dead private, and continued firing. Daniel saw that this battle would be a long one, and that he would lose more than one soldier in it. His only hope was that he lived at least one other marine and they escaped together. Then it all came back to the escape. The only way at the time it seemed would be to find a radio and contact the UED survivors for pickup. Daniel could only pray this happened as he continued to mow down Zerg alongside his fellow marines.
HETLAH
The time had come for Hetlah's people to attack. They had not been able to attack the first time for the Zerg had left nothing for even the Terrans. But this time Hetlah was going in first. He was even now riding along in shuttle until they were three miles from the base of the Terrans they would assault. Then he got the urgent report.
"Great Hetlah, we have found Terrans that may jeopardize our attack."
"How many of them are there brother?"
"It looks to be about a squad of marines, firebats, and ghosts, should we stop?"
"No, drop us off here, we'll handle the Terrans ourselves."
"Are you sure brother?"
"Yes, I have a plan."
So Yex had dropped them a mile from the Terrans. They got within sight of them and they cast hallucination on each other. They floated the rest of the way to the squad. One of the marines spotted them and the fire started. But Hetlah had just as many men (if not more) fighting on his side before the hallucination had taken place. Now after the hallucination it looked as if he five times as many as the squad. Even though the hallucinated High Templars could not hurt, the real High Templars made quick work of them, the Salaha Tribe did not lose any High Templars in the battle. Normally High Templars could not hurt people without using magic, but the Salaha Tribe had been specially trained in the arts of combat. They fought using golden staffs with Khaydarian crystals at the crest. Hetlah had once been hit by one and as the Terrans would say 'it hurt like a bitch.' With one quick hit it could smash right through a marines protective faceplate and brutally maim the Terran inside. The Khaydarian crystals in the staffs were not there for looks, they were used to channel energy through, it gave increased health and more powerful psy- strikes. All of the Terrans lay dead and still a few of the hallucinations were left undestroyed. With that chore being done, they pressed onward toward the Terran base. The rest of the Protoss (the none High Templars) would be meeting them at the Terran base. They planned to do a surrounding assault. Hetlah's men would arrive late, but if any of the Terrans tried to escape through their side Hetlah could pick them up. It was only about another six- mile walk to the base, which wasn't so bad considering they would be floating the whole way. They decided to create more hallucinations while they could. After that had been done they had nearly one hundred High Templar hallucinations. Sure they couldn't hurt the Terrans, but intimidation is half of the fight. Over five hundred strong of the Protoss race would be marching into the Terran's base. This base was big, but Hetlah didn't think it was big enough to fend off an attack like that. The only hard part was that Duran wanted no survivors escaping that base, unless they would like to join with the Utopia, the name chosen by Duran for his army. The Terrans would fall under the hands of the Utopia, as will all others who oppose us. A bengalaas stirred in the bushes up ahead, Hetlah didn't give it much thought until he saw the poor beast. It had been mutilated. Three holes were in its chest. It was hanging on by a tiny bit of life. Two bullets lie nearby and one was still lodged in its chest. Hetlah could not let this poor creature die. Hetlah bent over to the creature's height and put a hand on its chest. A blue glow emanated from his hand. The holes healed over and the bullet was ejected from the body. The creature got up and licked Hetlah's face in thanks. The Terrans would pay for what they did to this animal, for no reason they had shot the defenseless creature, they would pay in gallons of blood. The healing power he had used had just newly been discovered by Hetlah, as did many other powers native to the High Templar's body. He would surely use the more torureous ones against the Terrans today.
THOMAS BRIDGES
"We're in deep shit. I don't think that I need to repeat myself about that matter. Now does anyone have any ideas, quick ideas?" The silence spoke for itself.
"I have an idea, it aint great but it might work."
"Well then, do tell Ywan."
"I just think we need to get out of this hellhole and back to base. But I figure the Zerg will have the city's exits blocked off. So we'll need some kind big explosive device. Not nuke caliber, but definitely stronger than a couple grenades. I was thinking along the lines of some plastic explosives to blow a hole through some of the Zerg."
"You're crazy! There's nothin like that round here! Even if we could get some that's some crazy shit we'll be dealin with. We could do a lot more than just blow away some Zerg, hell we would probably blow ourselves away man! Fuckin gotta blow everything up," Nasf muttered under his breath.
"What was that you pig-freak?"
"I said why the hell you gotta blow every fuckin thing you see to hell!"
"At least it's an idea! I don't see you contributing at all!"
"Well, if I had an idea at least it wouldn't get us killed!"
"Shutup! Both of you!"
"I have an idea," Thomas said.
"What would that be Bridges?"
"Uh, run," Thomas said as he saw the Zerg running in huge numbers toward them!"
No one answered, all they saw was the Zerg and they started to run. They dove behind things in the street and fired on the imminent rush. Thomas aimed for the head of the nearest zergling and planted seven needles in its head. Once the first Rush was dead, the marines piled the things in a street and made a wall in front of the hospital. The following Zerg Rush sprinted towards the make- shift base. Guns blazed as the oncoming Rush got closer to the base. Nasf, threw a grenade into the fray. It was an old one, but it did its job good enough. Three hydralisks died in the explosion. Death had become a regular sight for Thomas by now, after four years of seeing his friends and enemies alike die, he wasn't affected by it so much now. Four years ago would have been very different, four years ago he would have hurled at the sights he saw regularly. Zerg exploding four years ago would have drove him to hours of vomiting his guts out. The Zerg Rush was closing in on the marines once again. A zergling got close enough and ripped Wox out of the base by his shoulder. The zergling was killed by Thomas's shotgun, but Wox had been slammed to the pavement in the process. Wox scrambled to get back but was dragged back farther by another zergling. Another shell flew from Thomas's shotgun and zergling ribs splattered across the street. By now Wox was a considerable distance from the base. Wox was hurt so he crawled as far as he could before he was ripped back again by a hydralisk. Thomas pulled the trigger once again and the hydralisk was nearing death. It was almost dead, almost. Thomas pulled the trigger agin, but he was to late, Wox was torn out of his suit by hungry zerglings. He clung to the suit for dear life. He would surely die. Thomas saw the opportunity, he didn't like it presented to him but he took it. He shot the firebat suit and an enormous explosion ensued. About twenty- five Zerg were barbequed by the explosion. Ywan turned to him, with an infuriated look on his face. Thomas didn't care what Ywan or anyone else in the squad thought, Wox wasn't going to live anyway, his sacrifice may have saved their lives. Thomas thought of something very quickly, this doesn't make sense he thought. The General said that the numbers here were dwindling, where were the Zerg coming from? Unless General Jacobs had lied, which made no sense also. Why would he lie to them? It made no sense, but Thomas had to accept it until he found the General and asked him what the hell was going on out here. He saw another zergling coming close, so he blasted its head off. Then two more zerglings after that one was dead. Man this was going to be one long ass day Thomas thought. This Rush showed no sign of stopping and that brought Thomas back to that same question once again. Why had the General lied to us? Or had he lied to us? If he didn't then why the hell were there so many Zerg? Why?
GONISSA TYLLER
The man threw her off of him again. Gonissa no longer cared if she died tonight, all she wanted to do right now is kill this Terran who so thoughtlessly attacked her. His face was a mockery of its handsomeness by now, she had scratched it to hell. That made her somewhat better. Now someone else would know the pain of being a freak, of being rejected, he would hide his once beautiful face in shame, he would be the one to wear the hood alongside her. Blood stained the pavement in a deep red hue as she jumped upon him again. She bit his neck at the end this time, he screeched in pain as blood flowed in pints from the open wounds. He kicked her in the gut, the wind was knocked out of her as she rolled off. Gonissa turned to see him pulling out his gun. His aim was fucked up from blood loss, but he couldn't miss at this range. She swept his legs out from under him with a powerful slide tackle. He pulled the trigger but his aim was knocked high by the kick. She jumped to attack him again, but he brought a fist into her face. He flung a knee up into her stomach. She toppled over backwards, she knew the end was near unless she could kill him right now. She groped for her knife that was just out of her reach. The man kicked it away from her. He pulled out his gun once again. She had to think fast, otherwise she would just be a body without a head. She flung her legs up and knocked him in the groin. He let out a great moan of pain and fell to his knees. He stared blankly at her. She gripped the knife tight, she knew he was dead here. She stood over him and brought it down on him. But before she could a bullet hit her in side. Gonissa fell and turned to see another man standing there. He pulled the trigger again, but Gonissa rolled away. She was hurt, but not hurt enough not to heal. She leapt for him. The other man took another shot at her. This time she was hit in the leg. Gonissa fell to the ground. She healed over again, being a Zerg did have its perks. She grasped his ankle and bit, hard. A puddle of blood appeared on the street. The man screamed as he brought the butt of the gun down on her. Her head cracked open, it took a little longer to heal than the bullets but it would heal. She would have a headache for a long time after this battle. She pulled the man down and grasped his throat. She choked him until his struggling had ceased, the man was dead. But Gonissa had let her guard down, the first man shot her in the head, thrice. This could not heal before she died.
ALDORIS
The retreat did not mean anything. The Protoss were talking about his "cowardly" retreat. They retreated with him, did they not? Sure he made the order, but not one Protoss opposed the order. The carrier was almost to the newly located Protoss base. Only about a mile to go he thought. Another question puzzled him and scared him, why had the Zerg and Terrans allied against him? It made no sense. His thought was interrupted by an alarm. He looked out to see Dragoons attacking the carrier! Then hydralisks pushed out of the shadows and attacked. Marines soon followed. What unholy alliance was this? Luckily the attack was meant as a hit and run for soon the allies retreated. The base loomed up ahead. Chatter grew loud in the passenger room of the carrier. Aldoris only sat silent. They made a good landing and stepped out. Aldoris floated towards his quarters. He reached them and sounded the defensive alarm. Whoever this alliance was they thought he did not know them very well, for he knew quite well they were marching towards the base right now. Tassadar walked beside him.
"Why have you called for defensive positions?"
"The alliance is coming, if not them then someone else."
"Someone else is right. Look out the window."
Aldoris did so with wide eyes as he saw a menace he thought was done coming at the base. The menace was the Dark Templar! He looked to Tassadar. Tassadar looked back with a smug look on his face.
"You backstabbing cull! You brought them here! That was your plan all along. I will kill you!" Aldoris lunged at him drawing his Khaydarian crystal knife. Tassadar kicked him off and did the same. Aldoris stabbed for Tassadar three times. Tassadar dodged each time, then he brought his knife into Aldoris' stomach. Aldoris shrieked in the overwhelming pain. He managed one scream. "Guards!" Aldoris yelled this at the top of his lungs and Tassadar jumped back. Three Zealots entered the room. Tassadar backed away from the new threat. Then from nowhere came a quick slash. A zealot fell before him, then another. The final one was smart enough to run from the invisible attacker. The attacker finally revealed himself as a face all too well known.
"Zeratul!" Tassadar rushed forward and fell to one knee in front of Zeratul.
"Rise great Tassadar, you kneel to no one. It is good to see once again brother. But what shall we do with this coward." Zeratul pointed towards Aldoris who now coward in the corner.
"Leave him, he will experience the fall of his wrong empire firsthand."
So they left Aldoris on the floor. Aldoris got up an hour later and walked over to the Holy Fire. He healed himself and prepared for his revenge against Tassadar. He would pay with his life for double- crossing the great Aldoris. Tassadar would learn that if you fucked with Aldoris then you are just asking to be killed.
KILAROK
There weren't any Protoss in sight, and for once that was exactly what Kilarok needed. He had been flying the ship for about six hours now, searching the planet's surface for a tribe. Then he saw something. It was a small village of Protoss. It looked as if it were under construction. That was good, if it wasn't just an abandoned mining base where all he would run into was a few probes then he could get help. He needed to contact them before he was in range of the six- photon cannons surrounding the base. He sent an echo burst down to the base. Echo burst was a fairly new technology when Kilarok had gotten his hybrid, but perhaps now it was just an out of date thing, maybe they wouldn't respond. He waited for ten minutes and decided that they wouldn't answer. They probably thought it was just a distress signal from another planet halfway across the universe that was sent fifty years ago that they are just getting now. Echo burst was known to move all to slow. All it was was a giant scream sent through space. It moved at only one hundred kilometers an hour. Kilarok sent another then two more. Finally they sent an echo respond in his direction. Now he could send a message.
"Protoss brethren, I am the wanderer Kilarok, I would like to speak to the warrior in charge."
"That is quite impossible biomass, right now Saren Fexni is doing battle with a nearing Zerg swarm so if you please,"
"Shutup program, I know you're lying, there isn't a Zerg swarm within a hundred miles from here, so send the Saren in here before I come down there and rip your circuits out."
There was a slight pause from the program. "The Saren will see you now biomass."
A gruff looking zealot appeared on Kilarok's second screen. "What do you want wanderer?"
"I'd like your assistance, this is a dangerous Aiur that we are living on brother. I would require your assistance to leave."
"Why should I help you? We of the New Conclave are a proud faction that will retake Aiur in the name of our fallen brethren. You have fifteen seconds to awe me into helping you off of Aiur."
Kilarok froze, there wasn't a thing he could offer the New Conclave, except. "My ship. That is my offer."
"Your ship? Don't make me laugh, we have a big enough fleet to destroy any swarm on this planet. What makes your ship so special?"
"I'll send you the specs and you tell me." Kilarok popped in a disc with his hybrid's specs on it.
"Whoa, what kind of ship is this?"
"It is a wraith- corsair hybrid."
"Uh, wow, that is some ship you've got there. Um, I guess I accept your offer brother. I only want to ask you one thing."
"Shoot."
"How many guardians can this thing take down in a single round from each weapon?"
"Two, it can kill two guardians with one round of ammo coming from each gun."
"Wow, holy shit. Come down here, we have business to talk of."
JACK THOMPSON
The city was even more beautiful on the inside. Each building seemed to radiate an electrical blue shine. Each building shined in unison at Jack's count of every ten seconds. The Zerg were up ahead, for the first time in a long time Jack had no intention of killing Zerg. Jack was almost absolutely sure that the other Terrans felt the same way.Jack felt as if he was being watched, there was a lot of places to hide around here, Jack didn't like that. What if the Zerg were leading them into an ambush? No, the Zerg weren't that smart. What could this place be? It was almost, holy. It was as if God himself had built it. Like it was the city for his angels. Yet there was that feeling of being watched. Then as if to confirm his suspicions he looked up ahead and saw the Zerg writhing in agony as an electric shock came from below them. Then something sucked the Zerg into the street. The marines could only stare at the sight. The city had eaten them! Then he heard a growl up ahead. They all heard because they all turned to it. Then Jack saw it! It didn't look like an angel. It didn't look like anything Jack had seen in life, or in any storybook. It looked like a cross between a cat, and a Terran, then someone had covered it in metal. The face looked almost like a dogs, only the eyes were drawn back in what looked like a helmet. The metal was blue and black in some areas. Lights flickered on it making it look like a robot or something. One of the idiot marines behind Jack took a shot at the creature. The creature got away with amazing speed. In three seconds it had come from the end of the street to the marines and he had already torn the marine that took a shot apart. The creature moved on all fours and ran back to the end of the street. Jack looked behind him at the corpse of the marine. This threat was bad, and what if there were more of them? This thing was playing with them. Jack could feel it. This was going to be a dangerous game. The creature was waiting for them to make their move. Jack knew only one they could do, and that was run. But if they ran it would catch up and kill all of them. Then Jack saw another three creep out from the corners of buildings. Jack saw a building with an open door; maybe they could take cover from the. pack inside. He gave the command in a whisper. He counted down from ten and they dashed inside. They slammed the door and heard a cry of agony. One of the creatures had gotten its fingers stuck in the door. Jack kept slamming the door until the fingers snapped off. Jack grabbed them, just in case. The outside layer of whatever made the creatures look like robots, but as Jack gazed at the fingers blood trickled down his hand, they were living creatures!
FELAZ'NEA
The shell exploded with energy! Green light seemed to flow from every crack of Aiur. Felaz'nea opened his eyes for the first time as a leader. He had not become a guardian, or a devourer. He had become a biomancer. He would be a second coming of Slizarus. Instead of glowing a fierce red and orange, Felaz'nea glowed a poisonous green. Poisonous was exactly what he was, one touch could poison anything. One drop of this poison could kill a hydralisk instantly. He was no longer Felaz'nea either, that was his birth name, and his rebirth name was Nicotine. The word was from earth where this poison once existed. Nicotine flew over the battlefield, spreading his death wherever an enemy was. He sent droplets of his poison into the nexus. Soon he heard Prtoss dropping to the floor dead. But there were many more in there. He would need to use another of his powers to eliminate them all. He blew gas into the Nexus, this gas was called carbon monoxide. He heard the remaining Protoss die. Nicotine ordered the Zerg to retreat back to the hive. At first the Zerg were reluctant to listen to the voice, but they all left. When this was done, Nicotine flew high into the sky and rained his poison droplets onto the Protoss, they fell at his feet dead. He landed to see no movement; they were all dead. Nicotine smiled, the Zerg would take Aiur for their purposes. None of the other broods, or any of the tribes, or any of the Terrans could stop destiny. He would now go back to the main hive and explain what had happened. Then he would lead the Zerg into battle against the Terrans. It was a mile to the hive, Nicotine covered it in thirty seconds. The nearest Terran base was ten miles south of the hive. Nicotine landed and called all of the Zerg's attention to him. They all came to him, every last zergling came to his place; Nicotine was in control now. He told him his tale, and what they would do next. Tomorrow morning they would attack the Dominion's forces south of here, therefore cutting an edge through the forces around them. It was only so bad that it would be thirty hours until the sun rose. Days on Aiur were sixty hours long. Nothing could defeat the Shis'sar brood with Nicotine in control and every creature on Aiur would learn that they were a force to be reckoned with. The Dominion would probably be wiped off of Aiur in less than an Aiur week. Soon Aiur would be nothing but one big hive with Nicotine in control of that as well.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
The halls here were alive with creep. This place would be nothing but creep in a matter of hours. Arc had probably walked ten miles throughout the giant underground level of the systems. The defenses had failed because the creep had grown over the systems. Arc heard a screech up ahead. He threw on his hydralisk disguise and went forward without fear. Ten hydralisks waited up the hall, Arc walked past them without a problem. When he was a safe distance away he took the disguise off. That was when the trouble started. His heat scanner went crazy! It sensed heat coming from every direction. If that heat was Zerg then he was about to be knee deep in shit. He fumbled for his hologram button. He turned on the disguise, but nothing happened. No Zerg came rushing at him, why? Maybe it wasn't Zerg! Maybe it was the Protoss! It was too unlikely for Arc to get his hopes up. He threw on his scanner again. The heat was still all around him. A destroyed door opened into a room filled with heat; Arc went in. As soon as Arc stepped in he knew what the heat was. It was a boiler room; the others were probably the same. The room Arc was in before was probably the passage to all of them. Hopefully he was nearing the exit of this structure. Arc walked across the room to an elevator. Time to go back up he thought. He entered the elevator and went up to the ground floor.
GARY COSWELL
Black death had rained upon all of the cities on Korhal except for Augustgrad. They now marched upon the capital together with the other two invasion squads. A mile away lay Augustgrad; this city would not have the choice of surrender. Mengsk's Dominion would fall here today without the choice to stop the combat. Three hundred men strong waited a mile away from their ultimate conquest. Gary rose the left arm of his goliath, as did the other leaders. The signal for attack had been done, now it was a full out sprint to the city. Bunkers threw bullets everywhere yet no NATO operatives had fallen. Gary walked over one of the bunkers; the marines inside were crushed. The NATO's had already broken through the front defenses in thirty seconds. Gary opened up on six marines ahead; all of them were killed before they got to fire a shot. Dominion wraiths flew overhead. Gary fired missiles up to them; he shot down two out of three. Augustgrad was easily the biggest city on Korhal. Gary entered a command center (tearing off the hatch door as he did). The goliath didn't fit in the hallways, so Gary tore the hallways apart just walking through them. He shot every Terran in sight. He crushed a few that he didn't see. The command center blasted apart at the seams. Gary shot his way out. Gary kept shooting and killing marines; it just felt great. They were nearing the capital building now. Gary could just imagine Mengsk scared, soiling himself as they broke into the capital building. Gary shot through the hatches and let the marines run in first and take out the first defenses. Shots rang out throughout the long hallways. Terran blood splattered the walls as they neared Mengsk's office. The marines burst through the doors and took shots all overt the office. But it was empty. Mengsk must have run, they had to find him or it was all their asses on the grill, perhaps literally if the boss wanted it done.
"Marines! The prey has fled, I want a thorough check done on the city." Gary told all of the marines in the city this, now they would definitely get that rat.
Gary started a search of his own with the marines throughout the capital building. They hadn't found anything when a sign came up. Gary saw the tracks immediately. Train tracks ran out of here, they were a little warm according to his sensors. Oil lay nearby, they must have taken it out of the city.
"All wraiths report to the capital building, you have a new mission. It is to follow the train tracks that lead out of the capital, go full speed to catch up with the train, call back to report your findings later." Gary searched for three more hours before he got the report he wanted.
"Commander Coswell, we've found Mengsk and have taken him into our custody, we're bringing him back now."
"Good work lieutenant, we'll speak to Emper-, I mean Arcturus Mengsk when you return."
Yes, just Arcturus Mengsk now, he is an emperor no longer. Gary rallied the troops in the town square. They waited for three hours when Mengsk finally reached them. Gary climbed out of his goliath and stepped toward their prisoner. Gary grabbed a gauss rifle and brought it over to Mengsk with him. His order had been to kill Mengsk without mercy, and Gary felt none. He loaded a clip of needles in and shot Mengsk in the head. Mengsk dropped to the ground dead, the Dominion was over. Yes, it was finally over after all these weeks of destroying cities, yes all their work had finally paid off. NATO now held Korhal, and Gary later realized that for the first time in a long time, he was happy, no he was thrilled.
JEX'PARA
Jex'para had never been so unsure in her life. Should she leave Kerrigan's safety and face the dangerous world alone. Or take the risk of death and stay with Kerrigan and fight. She finally decided that she could never desert Kerrigan no matter what happened. Kerrigan was already preparing Jex'para and her fellow army mates for another battle against the Protoss called the Dark Templar or something like that. She felt so good about this battle though. They would kill this great threat for sure, the thought felt so right. She didn't know much about prophetic dreams, but last night she probably had one. She saw darkness lift (what she thought represented the Dark Templar) but a new danger arose; one that scared her even worse than the Dark Templar. A great green sun rose over the horizon and bloomed into a flower. Then all the Zerg died. She wasn't sure what it meant but she had good reason to fear it, all of the Zerg dead would always no matter how it was put would always be bad. She needed sleep, sure she would just wake up to more darkness, Aiur's time really sucked.
GRANASH
Granash slithered over to where Hamaer slept that morning. Hamaer would be awake by now, at least he hoped so. Granash wanted to know what his dream was about. He would ask Hamaer and Hamaer would probably shrug it off as nothing. Granash hoped he would not, Granash knew this dream meant something. The circle cliff that housed Hamaer was asleep this morning, not one ragnasaur stirred this morning. Hamaer welcomed Granash with his usual booming voice.
"Granash, why have you come to me this morning?"
"Great Hamaer, last night I had a dream, I wish to know the meaning of it."
"It is possible, so speak son of Hydra."
"In my dream, an oracle in the form of a Queen came to me to warn me of my death."
"Go on."
"She said that my death would come from the one that I had come to worship, in the form of a green lotus. Do you know what it means?"
"That is a stupid thing to say. Of course I know, it means nothing." Hamaer said this almost as if he were protecting a secret.
"Right, I cry your pardon."
Granash walked away sulkily. Why had Hamaer guarded what he knew so fiercely. Granash sort of worshipped Hamaer if it was put that way. But did that mean that Hamaer would betray and kill him? Granash thought it unlikely. What would Hamaer have to gain with Granash's death? Granash still didn't have a clue what his dream meant, so he went back to his den. The part about the Queen bothered him as well. Why was the oracle a Queen? Granash thought he knew the answer to this. The answer was that he would find out when his death comes. That was all there was to it. If Hamaer wouldn't help him, then no one could. Cerebrates share a bond with their broods. They can solve mysteries of pasts, in some cases tell futures, and reveal the purpose of dreams. To get other help he would need to join another brood for another cerebrate's help. Granash would certainly not abandon Hamaer to find the purpose of his dream, so he was stuck without help. He didn't like to wait, in fact he hated waiting. Especially when you know that when you find out your going to die very soon. Growls and screeches came from within Granash's den. A fight had broken out, this would be a fun one to get into Granash thought. Dens usually got into fights regularly, sometimes just for fun, sometimes for choices, and sometimes for grudge. This one was just for fun and the whole den would be aloud to get into it. Granash loved drop- in fights, they were the one of the two things that kept him alive. The other was killing Terrans. Granash entered and saw that everyone else had already gotten in. Zerg blood lined the walls and the creep floor. Granash jumped into the fight and attacked Fedge. Granash sort of liked Fedge, he wasn't too bad. But in fights it was every hydralisk for himself. Granash bit Fedge's hood. Blood spilled out and onto Granash's maw. Fedge recoiled with a stab from his small arms. The stab hit him in the top of the hood. Granash bit Fedge in the chest. And so the fight continued long into the night. When it was over Granash was happy at how long it had been. Sometimes he needed days like that. That was Granash's last thought as he drifted off to sleep.
CHRIS FOX
Chris picked himself up off of the pavement. He had blacked out after he had shot that thing. He knelt down next to Verchellin. He had given his life to save Chris's. Chris was happy for once that Verchellin had shadowed him. Then for the first time in years Chris cried. That thing killed him. He walked over to her and pulled out her wallet. Inside was a piece of metal with a symbol engraved on it. It was a fist criss- crossed with a gun. He looked up, there was a news break.
"Well, Korhal is under new management. Today NATO took Augustgrad with force. The whole planet is now under NATO control. Former Emperor Arcturus Mengsk was assassinated by NATO operatives in the final minutes of their conquest of Korhal."
"Shit, this just aint my day," Chris said under his breath.
The oil was now in the hands of a new force. Chris couldn't say he minded. All Mengsk was was a power hungry tyrant. But it was still a shitty day. His friend had died, he got a couple new scars, and now there would be law changes and government changes. Chris walked over to a pay phone and called the paramedics. The paramedics arrived ten minutes later and the wrapped the bodies and threw them in the back. Verchellin didn't have much money, so Chris would pay for his funeral. It was the least a partner, and friend could do. Chris walked back to his apartment and went straight to the bathroom. He got himself cleaned up. The paramedics offered to take him down to the hospital but Chris said he could handle it and he could. Chris took a shower and then went to bed. He finally got to sleep at two in the morning, all he could think about was Verchellin dying.
That was chapter three. Sorry it takes me so long to make them. But it takes me awhile. I hope you like it.