ZOLTRAN
Zoltran was wrong. The Zerg hadn't stopped coming when the Zerg saw the fire was killing them. This was an old city. Why had Daniel wanted them to save a bunch of ruins from the Zerg? It made no sense. If Zoltran could get out of here then maybe he could get this place nuked. There was a building up ahead that looked modern enough to have been built twenty years ago. It also looked as though the Zerg hadn't touched it. Zoltran and the survivors ducked inside and closed the air- tight seals. This place would be impenetrable to the Zerg at least for a few hours. Zoltran took a good look around and decided that this place was a fallout shelter market. If the Zerg broke through the air- tight seals they could hide in the small metal domes. Zoltran weighed his options and decided that there was only one, they had to use plan B. Zoltran took the sheet of paper from his cloak and unfolded it. There was a picture of what looked like a great sleek missile. Zoltran read the writing at the bottom. It read, 'The P.K.M. is a torpedo that can be sent to the center of planets. When it hits the center, the explosives ignite and blow up inside the core. This explosion will trigger explosions and earthquakes throughout the planet. In a matter of hours the planet will release all of this tension in one great explosion that will also kill the planet and all on it. The P.K.M. resides in the ancient city of Chicago. Another piece resides beneath the ruins of New York. The final piece is under New Gevborough, Mississippi.' So that was the weapon that Daniel didn't want used. He didn't want it used because his planet would die.
"Zoltran! We've found a radio!"
"Good work Hiex. Contact the Nexus and request help, a lot of it."
"Will do brother."
Zoltran was happy now. Perhaps Daniel would come to his senses and let them deploy the P.K.M. Now they could fight the Zerg and probably have a chance against them. Now if worst came to worst, they could use the weapon.
"Zoltran, reinforcements will be here in an hour. The Nexus said they were bring around three hundred strong."
"Good. Now just relax and we'll wait for the reinforcements to arrive. Then we'll run out there to join our brethren in battle."
"Yes sir."
An hour later Zoltran heard the sounds of landing gears, shouts of 'For Adun' and corsairs flying overhead. Now was the time to fight. The twenty remaining Dark Templar opened the doors and jumped out into combat. Zoltran stabbed a zergling through the head and stabbed another through the stomach, he was gonna make a shish kabob. He stabbed another through the head. He rammed another into a wall with his sword. Now four zerglings rested on his sword. He shook them off and stabbed a hydralisk. He made another slash across its face. A zergling came running at him at full speed. Zoltran kicked the foul beast across the street into a building. Three scouts pounded the ground with machine guns, killing nearly ten hydralisks apiece. Zoltran looked to his side and saw a kaiser blade of an ultralisk coming down on him. It was to late to move or fight so Zoltran took the full force of the blow. Zoltran was swept aside into a building. He was bleeding badly now. The ultralisk now stood over him ready to kill. Then a dragoon blast hit the beast in the back of the head. The ultralisk howled with fury and turned to his attacker. Zoltran took his chance and stabbed the ultralisk in the heart. Another howl was issued from the creature. Zoltran withdrew his blade and made a stab for the ultralisk's head. Every move Zoltran made was a world of pain. But his stab was true and the ultralisk fell down dead. Zoltran lurched towards the carrier that had landed nearby. Zoltran hobbled inside. Zoltran was bandaged up to stop the blood flow. Zoltran was hurting horribly and he passed out twice during the battle. Three hours later the battle was done, the Protoss had retaken Chicago. Zoltran was unhappy that he couldn't fight through most of the battle. That he had to watch from a sickbed. But it was his life and no fight or death and a fight. Zoltran felt he made the right choice. Now they were headed for San Diego where Daniel had gone to fight.
DARGON
Dargon turned on his heel. A Terran entered, but something was wrong with him. The man was dressed in a black cloak, with a hood pulled over his head. He spoke in a raspy voice that sounded almost like stones grinding together.
"What are you doing here Terran?"
"Who are you?"
"I should be the one to ask that question. And here's another, what are you doing here?"
"I, uh."
"I have no time for your babbling, you will die for your trespassing."
"Why are you with the Zerg?"
"Because you Terrans disgust me, the Zerg can be commanded easily, in short, they are perfect."
"Fuck you. Zerg are just brainless husks for you to jerk this way and that at your command."
"Do not speak that way Terran. Now I'd like you to meet a few of my friends." With that said two hydralisks stepped into the chamber. "Have fun boys."
Dargon backed away from the threat. The hydralisks crept ever closer to Dargon's location. Nightmare was out in a second. He fired the gauss needles that were left over in his gun. Three hit the nearest hydralisk in the head. The head of the mindless creature exploded. Dargon dropped into a crouch, ducking under a few needle spines as he did. Dargon leapt into the air and brought a sidekick into the face of the hydralisk. The cobra- like creature backed away. Dargon's finger flew to the trigger and he pulled. Gauss needles splintered the monster's head. With that problem out of the way Dargon counted to five hundred and opened the door. Dargon turned on his cloaking and made his exit from the room. Dargon sprinted down the hall to the room with the statues being built. Dargon stood on a small alcove overlooking the statue's construction. The scorpion statue was almost done. The drones were working fast. If their little ceremony or whatever they were gonna do to bring these things to life worked then the Terrans were in some deep shit. Dargon kneeled behind a rock and turned his cloaking off.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
Daniel and the other marines were retreating from the oncoming Zerg Rush. Only six marines including himself remained. Daniel and the marines turned and shot at the Rush once more. Daniel lobbed a grenade into the Rush and took cover behind a parked hover- car. An explosion rang out and Daniel looked up. They were at the F- Zero racetracks! That meant that there might be a few racers nearby that they could commandeer. A rocket launcher rang out and a building came crashing down on the Rush. Daniel took this moment to signal the squad to enter the building. The marines entered to a menagerie of dead Terrans and Zerg. Daniel signaled the marines to the back. This was the famous San Diego Sun's Way raceway. A few F- Zero Racers sat dormant in the garage. They were probably the only way out of the city for them. But, there were only five. One person had to stay and hope for a radio. But how would they decide? The marines had already seen this and looked to Daniel with knowing eyes. Knowing eyes that asked which one of us is gonna be the sacrifice? Daniel did not know how to answer these eyes. Then he heard breaking glass and saw Zerg coming through the building. Daniel rushed over to the controls and closed the gate down. Zerglings jumped into the giant metal garage door. It wouldn't hold for long, Daniel had to decide fast. He knew the decision quick enough and told every marine his decision.
"Boys, you all had family back on this planet as did I. But they are all dead now because of those things behind that gate. You will all live to fight another day, but I will not." Murmurs rose from the small crowd. "That gate won't hold for long, but I will be here to make sure you all get out alive. Now go and warm up the racers and take off. I'll hold the Zerg off for a few seconds. Now go!"
The marines ran to their machines and one by one took off. The gate busted down and Daniel shot ten zerglings and three mutalisks down before the rush enveloped him. But his sacrifice was not in vain. All five marines survived and fought in many more battles. Daniel died from a glave worm in his chest. His last thought was to Zoltran, it was, launch Plan B.
HETLAH
The Terran base was now in sight. All of the Protoss had reunited and were ready to kill. Hetlah began his first phase of attack. He wrapped himself in his cape and walked forward to the Command Center. A marine spied him and came over. Hetlah had cast a spell on himself to make Terran blood come from his cape. As the Terran drew near Hetlah stopped.
"Hey father, are you okay?"
Perfect, the Terran thought he was a priest. "I have been hurt, a zergling bite."
"Here let me help you over to the medic station."
Then Hetlah stabbed the Terran in the back of the leg with his staff. The marine dropped in pain. Hetlah threw off his cape and uttered an incantation. Blue dots appeared high in the sky. Only Hetlah and his brethren knew what they were. They were meteors. The buildings would be crushed in a matter of seconds, then his brethren would rush in and the attack would begin. The blue meteors crashed down on the Terrans, the war cry of the Protoss rang out and the Protoss burst from everywhere. Hetlah slammed his staff into a firebat's chest. The firebat's suit crashed in. Hetlah brought the staff into the facemask of the firebat. Hetlah uttered another incantation and psionic thunder rolled in the distance. Soon the storm would be here and he and his brethren would clear out, for the time being. Hetlah rushed forward to the remains of the Command Center and picked up a Terran gatling gun and used it. Terrans dropped under the rain of fire. Hetlah wasted the rest of the bullets from it and threw it down. Such a weapon was not fit for Protoss hands. The Terrans were grease- monkeys, that was all. The storm had reached the base and the Protoss were falling back. The storm struck the Terrans with a great force, at least fifteen marines were killed before the storm ended. Hetlah and the Protoss rushed forward once again to kill more Terrans. Hetlah swung his staff into a marines mask, glass splintered everywhere and the marine crashed to the ground dead. Zealots and Dragoons fought alongside High Templars and Archons. The Terran base was crumbling underneath Hetlah's claw. All his brethren had to do now was finish off the Terrans. Aiur would soon belong to the Utopia, and finally all the races could live together in peace. They were unstoppable. Terrans were trying to escape, but by now the base had been surrounded, and no one could get away. Terran marines screamed in pain, Hetlah had chosen a special spell for the one down in front of him. Hetlah had scanned his mind and found out that he was the one who had shot the bengalaas. Hetlah muttered an incantation and blue mist shot from his staff into the marine. The marine writhed in pain. Though Hetlah could not see what was being done, he knew quite well what was happening. The marine's liver, heart, and spleens were dissolving. It was the most painful thing Hetlah could think of that was in his spell list. The Terran base had fallen, there was not one survivor.
THOMAS BRIDGES
Thomas loaded another clip into his gun. He was running low on ammo. He had only taken ten clips before they left. He had switched back to his gauss rifle after running out of shells for his shotgun. There was no time to look for more, otherwise he would. Needles flew from the barrel and mowed down Zerg. The ensueing Rush was almost done with by now. Ten zerglings left then they would get a few minutes of peace to think.The ten were done in just a few seconds.
"Ok boys, what should we do now?"
"Maybe Bridges wants to sacrifice another one of us," Ywan said.
"Shutup! Wox was dead before i took my shot!"
"Oh fuck you Bridges. You'de sell us all to Satan himself before you'de give your own life!"
Thomas lunged for Ywan but was held back by Nasf and Koej. "You sonofabitch! You know that Wox was gonna get eaten! So I figured I'd save our lives by destroying a dead man!"
"Oh ya!" Ywan pulled out his gauss rifle and put it to Thomas' head.
"Stop it! Both of you stop! Now, the next Rush'll be here in another two minutes, so I think we should put this behind us and figure something out."
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"So boys, any ideas?"
"I've got one," Thomas said.
"Do tell Bridges."
"If we can push forward into the Rush, then we can win. We can't stay on the defensive the whole time."
"Alright then, not one step back. Grab all the ammo and grenades you can take, we're using Bridges' idea. And work fast, we don't got much time."
ALDORIS
Aldoris walked down to the armory. He picked his weapon. Aldoris would challenge Tassadar to a duel; his betrayal would not be tolerated. His weapon was a Grand Blade. Basically it was a giant sword measuring about five feet long, and it was made of Orichalum. Orichalum is the densest, sharpest, hardest, metal existing. Swords were made like hot cakes. Soon all of the Orichalum on Aiur was gone. This sword was modified for Aldoris himself. A laser system had been installed to cover the metal. The laser just made the slash even more powerful. Aldoris brought with him the challenge cube. The battle would stop until the duel was over. Aldoris walked onto the battlefield and spotted Tassadar at once.
"Tassadar! I call upon you! Will you accept or will you shame your father?"
Tassadar turned to Aldoris. "I accept in the name of my father! I will defeat you!"
"Then the choice of weapon is yours."
"I choose the Flame of Barbary."
"So it will be."
The Flame of Barbary was actually a spiked ball and chain. Each time it hits something it sends extreme heat out of the spikes, thus the name. One of the zealots brought it and handed it to Tassadar. The duel would begin as soon as the challenge cube hit the ground and spewed out its laser shield around a twenty-foot circle that would be the battlefield. It would be a fight to the death. Aldoris dropped the cube. It bursts into the field. A barrel sits in the middle of the field; the field conjures up new weapons out of nothing. Tassadar lunges, extending the flame. It smacks Aldoris' shoulder. Aldoris recoils from the blow and draws his sword. A quick jab hits Tassadar in the stomach. Aldoris needs to think. Tassadar whips a blow down upon him. Aldoris draws his sword up to block. The chain wraps around the sword. Tassadar rips the sword from Aldoris' hands. Aldoris is defenseless. Aldoris lashes out like a cornered animal. A kick is sent into Tassadar's chest. Aldoris runs for the barrel of weapons. He sticks his hand in and draws out a battle- axe. He presses a button and the blade of laser springs out. The axe falls on Tassadar. Tassadar tries to dodge, the axe clips Tassadar's shoulder. Tassadar whips the flame out at Aldoris. Aldoris' ribs smash. Aldoris drops to one knee. Tassadar approaches to finish Aldoris off. Aldoris sweeps Tassadar's legs out. The flame flies from Tassadar's hands. Tassadar scampers over to the barrel. Aldoris grabs his leg. The weaponless Tassadar kicks Aldoris in the face. Tassadar grabs a weapon from the barrel. He pulls out a psi- blade. The axe and blade clash. Each man draws back for the time being, to rethink his next move.
KILAROK
"So Fexni, why the whole Guardian question?"
"No big reason. Guardians just float by sometimes and damage the equipment."
"Oh, I see. So, there are a lot?"
"Five or six, your machine would save us a lot of time and resources."
"So how fast do you think I can be off this planet?"
"Well, for your machine, we could probably lend you seven scouts, then the living pilots come back and you leave once there is a sizable hole in the blockade."
Kilarok paused for a few seconds. "I'll need more."
"What? I can't give you more than seven."
"The blockade is to thick. If seven is all you can spare me brother, then I am sorry, but we cannot do business."
"I'll give you ten, but that is all, your ship is not worth so much."
"No deal, I need at least fifteen, sixteen including mine."
"That is a ludicrous deal! No ship is worth sixteen scouts."
"Who says all will be destroyed?"
"I do. You'll take one, and the fleet will be unable to return do to the remainder of the blockade."
"You are a fool to believe such a thing Fexni."
"You are a fool to think any ship is worth sixteen scouts!"
"There are at least fifty- thousand Devourers orbit Aiur, anything going in or out will lose some ships."
"Exactly my point! Warriors will be lost as well as good machinery!"
"There are always casualties in war brother. If they don't die in that battle, then they will die the next day in another battle."
"You would sacrifice your brethren to leave your homeland. That is the most dishonorable thing I have ever heard."
"No, you would sacrifice your brethren. You agreed to the deal, you would sacrifice your brethren for technology!"
"Then I suppose you will not lower your price?"
"I will not go lower."
"Fine, you may have the scouts you want."
"Then let this be a day of celebration. We shall celebrate the coming of protection against your Guardian menace and my leaving of Aiur."
"Then let it be."
JACK THOMPSON
But how did they live? How did they move so fast if they were living creatures? Jack turned to see what exactly they had entered. There was a lobby. The roof was near fifty feet high. Jack and the marines looked around the lobby for a while. Jack led the marines through a large door. They entered what appeared to be a control room. Computer screens flashed and beeps rang out. Jack approached one screen and saw that is was a view of the outside of the building where they had entered. The screen was empty. The pack must have already moved on. A large TV sat in the corner. It was old fashioned, just a 72 inch Plasma, from at least seven years ago. A FRD player was attached. There was already an FRD in there. Jack grouped the marines to the screen and pressed play. The screen remained black but a voice came from the speakers.
"We are the Xel' Naga. We are the last of our kind. We have built this city as a stronghold. We have made this stronghold to hold in our third child. We have named our third child the Tyrex. We have held them here because they are perfect. They are even more perfect than the Zerg were. We made them from raw power. The Protoss made of raw mind, and the Zerg of raw speed. Soon the Tyrex will descend upon Aiur and the War of the Three will begin." Then the sound stopped all together.
"What the hell is with them Xel' Naga things. I thought the Overmind destroyed them a long time ago."
Jack looked over to another monitor. The streets of this stronghold were crawling with the Tyrex now. The Xel' Naga said they were from raw power. It looked like speed to Jack. Maybe it isn't that they are fast. Power... maybe they're really strong. Maybe the speed is actually teleportation. Jack knew it was possible, but that quickly? It seemed unlikely. Jack knew a battle was coming, a brutal one at that. The Tyrex had to be stopped. Or Jack had to find a way they could be beat. Jack drew his gun; he would find a way to kill them.
"Ok boys, we're headin out."
"What? We can't stop those things."
"We can try. We have to try, for the Dominion."
The marines walked to the door a kicked it open. A Tyrex was in front of one of them at once. Jack turned to see a marine being ripped to shreds. Bullets flew from all of their guns. The creature screeched in pain but otherwise seemed un- phased. Thomas brought the butt of his gun down on the Tyrex. The Tyrex's back caved in and the creature fell to the ground. Jack presumed it was knocked out, it didn't seem like that would kill it. Thomas knew there was only one choice for the marines, they had to flee back to the base, and they had to bring the body with them.
NICOTINE
The story was told. It was time to march upon the Terrans. The end of the Dominion had already been started. The Emperor Mengsk had been killed just a short time ago. The shady group called NATO had helped with that. All that had to be done was to finish the Dominion off. The troops had been awakened and they were already on their way to the base. Nicotine would be there before them and would leave shortly. First Nicotine would release his poison onto the base. Nicotine rose and flew. In one minute he reached the base and released his poison. Green gas seeped down to the base. Bullets rose to meet Nicotine. Nothing hurt him much anymore. Nicotine breathed carbon monoxide down onto the Terrans. Nicotine once again flew away. He flew back to his troops and stopped them. Soon they would attack together.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
The elevator doors opened up to a large hallway. A light shined on the other side of a curve. It was natural light! He had reached the exit. Arc ran down the hall to find a collapsed door and to once again see the sun. Aiur had never looked so beautiful to Arc. He walked slowly out of the complex. The grass felt soft under his feet. Arc took in the smells, Saga bushes, Frexberries, and a pungent odor. Arc turned to the smell and saw nothing but Zerg for as far as the eye could see. The west was completely infested. Arc's vision was very good. The hive began about three miles away, but he saw it perfectly. The skin of the Zerg was not the orange of Kerrigan, or the brown of the renegade Kukulkan brood that had been living around here for a while. It was more of a purple color. Arc scanned his library for info on this color. Only one time came to mind, these were the Zerg who attacked the defense facilities! Arc focused his mind and charged his plasma gun; it was time to take out the trash. Arc started his long walk to the hive that might kill him. He was a powerful soldier but he wasn't an army. He was the most focused that he had been since the attack that had spelled doom for so many of his brethren. He extended his plasma blades; they went out five feet. His mind was completely focused, nothing could bring Arc down without the fight of their lives. It wasn't too much farther to the hive now. He couldn't hold the plasma inside the gun for much longer; the gun would overheat if it wasn't shot soon. A meteor shower had begun. Arc took a moment to marvel at the natural wonder. Blue flaming chunks of rock fell from the sky and hit the ground and exploded. There was a rock Arc could use for cover; he was just three hundred feet from the hive now. Arc looked up over the rock and shot the nearest Sunken Colony until it looked like it was drooping and dieing. The defense withered and died. The hive was now alerted to his presence. Hydralisks ran toward his position. Arc sprang up and shot three hydralisks in succession. Arc ran forward and stabbed his psi- blades into another hydralisk. Arc shoved the muzzle of his plasma cannon into a hydralisk's cobra chest and fired. He stabbed another in the head. Only three remained. Arc spun in a circle and chopped the head off of two more hydralisks. Arc shot plasma into the face of the final hydralisk. Arc ran forward into the hive and fired on all of the defense systems. The hive was bleeding and dieing before his eyes. Arc ran into the center of the actual hive part of the hive. Arc shot the Zerg standing in his way. Arc ran to the core of the hive and the fleshy door closed on him. Arc shot plasma at the natural door. The skin withdrew with a shriek and Arc entered. The heart of the hive pulsed and thudded in the large room. Arc shot plasma into the heart until the heart fell from the strings that held it up. Arc was hurt that was for sure. He had just run through to the very middle of the hive. Six hydralisk spines stuck out of his back. His knee was bleeding from a Sunken Colony's tentacle. Arc took time to heal himself using his mind then he took off. He had to get out of the hive as well as he infiltrated it. After Arc had healed himself considerably he shot through the skin of the hive. The hive had turned a greenish color. Why had the base been left so undefended? Arc had only encountered ten hydralisks throughout the hive and only fifteen zerglings. For such a big hive there needed to be more defense. Arc ran from the hive as the living buildings withered. Only six Zerg attacked him as he left the base, and they were hardly fighting him. Arc had planted a plasma bomb in the core; it would go off in about ten minutes. Arc was a safe distance away by now so he started to walk. Arc turned as the timer expired. Blue plasma exploded from the hive engulfing everything within it. Arc heard an angry cry from far away. A green flash twinkled in the distance, it was coming closer, but what was it?
GARY COSWELL
Gary had already been assigned a new mission. His new mission was to go to Char and command a strike force that would destroy the Zerg home planet. The dropship would let them off in just a few minutes. Gary jammed a clip into his gauss rifle. His goliath would arrive in a few days because it was on another dropship. The dropship landed a little rough but nothing seemed to be damaged. His dropship was the first to come down because he and a few other marines would be clearing a path for some SCV's to build a base. According to radar and satellite intelligence the closest resources were a half- mile away. There were only a few Zerg there so it would not be much of a problem. Gary was the first to step out. What an ugly planet. Untouched by the power of cities and industry. Soon Korhal would be the NATO planet for conquered republics. It will be a world made up of survivors of wars with NATO. Jexep would become an all- military planet. It will hold all of the NATO republic's military and defenses systems. Korhal will be renamed Planet 2 when NATO's leader comes to Korhal. No one really knew who led NATO except for an elite few. Gary knew who he was and it was a Terran he would have never suspected. He still didn't completely believe what he was told. All of the marines had unloaded by now and they were running to where they thought the nearest resources were. When they reached it they saw that there were only six zerglings guarding the resources. The marines killed the few zerglings in just a matter of seconds and now they would signal the dropships full of SCVs waiting just outside the atmosphere of Char that it was safe to land.
"Bengalaas Ground to Hawk Air. The Zerg have been cleared out, come on down."
"We read you Bengalaas Ground, we're making our descent."
Ten minutes later the construction of what would soon be Planet 3 begun. That was what Char would be called after the Zerg were cleared from the planet. The only thing standing in their way was the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan of the Zerg. Soon she would fight for her life as well. She would fight very soon indeed. But what Gary didn't know is that he wouldn't be doing the fighting. Some other invader of Char would, an invader that Gary would meet all to soon. One that will give Gary the fight of his life. Only a week will pass before this happens. The only question is will Gary be able to stop such a force that will fight Kerrigan face to face.
JEX'PARA
Her dreams had meant nothing. They meant nothing as she laid down to die after a long battle. The Dark Templar had attacked during the night. It was only a few, but the Zerg were unready. The Dark Templar fought ferociously and the Zerg could not regroup after the initial blow had been dealt to the entire hive. Even now the hive tried their best to defeat the Dark Templar assault, but their efforts were in vain. Every Zerg life was lived in vain. They were born warriors, without choice. Their entire life would always be a battle, a fight to stay alive. Jex'Para had only given birth to broodlings who would die within their first two hours of birth. Their only purpose was to kill. Birth and death are to things that are too closely strung. One out of every two Zerg die within three hours of their birth. It was not fair to any Zerg creature. They never had any time to live their lives. Now as Jex'Para lay on her deathbed, she realized all of this. She should have deserted when she had the chance to. A dragoon had shot her straight through to her Tagafer. It was like a Terran's heart. Zerg lived only for an hour after being shot in the Tagafer. Green Zerg blood spilled from the open wound. She was losing blood fast and probably wouldn't live even for the hour that the usual Zerg lives after losing a Tagafer. Jex'Para crawled out to the battle to see her brethren fight for Kerrigan for the last time. Fools, that is what every Zerg is until they are about to die. The they all realize what their lives were just as Jex'Para did. It was always a sad ending for the Zerg, but it was always like this. Jex'Para was suffering more than Kerrigan would ever know. But Kerrigan would never know, nor care. Such is the life of a Zerg. Living life in vain under a harsh dictator, following every rule the dictator gave to you, fighting at their will. That was what life was living under the grip of Kerrigan. Jex'Para knew this now, as would all of the Zerg that died in the attack that night. The last of Kerrigan's Zerg would fall from Aiur in less than a week. Aiur would not belong to Kerrigan ever again. Jex'Para stuck out her tongue to lick her tusks as she often did when she was nervous or in pain. This time she was both in pain and nervous. Now came the last five minutes. Her stomach felt as if it was going through a meat grater. The pain was so intense. The five minutes seemed to drag on forever because of the pain. But soon enough the five minutes did end, and Jex'Para died a miserable death after living a miserable life.
GRANASH
The day had come; Granash could feel it in his cartilage. He would die in battle today. It would be at the hands of Kerrigan's brood. Granash slithered out of the den. The troops had already assembled. Hamaer stood at the head of the pack in his hydralisk form. He spoke a few words about this is the day and blah blah. So he led them from the hive. They walked seven miles until they attacked the hive. Granash felt almost discouraged that he knew today was the day. The hive was inside a U- shaped canyon. Granash knew exactly what would happen now. All of the brood ran inside and attacked. Kerrigan's drones started morphing into Sunken and Spore Colonies. Now they were trapped. Hamaer stood at the entrance laughing. Granash had to hand it to him it was a good trick. Granash regained his senses at once. He had been drugged, drugged by Hamaer. But now he was out of it. Granash wouldn't let it end this way. Granash charged out of the base to meet Hamaer.
"Hamaer! Why have you done this to us?"
"Because the Queen of Blades is my master, fool. But do not worry, after ten minutes the living will have the opportunity to join Kerrigan, I believe you will be one of them Granash."
"To hell with you" Granash yelled as he charged at Hamaer!
Granash fight with Hamaer was legendary. Never had two hydralisks fought so ferociously. Granash shot poison needles at Hamaer. Hamaer ducked and bit Granash in the hood. Granash screeched in pain and bit Hamaer in the stomach. Granash slammed his tail into Hamaer's face. Hamaer drew back then sprung forward with a bite that penetrated Granash's stomach. Hamaer stabbed Granash with an arm. Granash was hurt bad, the arm went through the top of his hood. Green hydralisk blood spilled from both fighters now. Granash grabbed Hamaer's arm with his mouth and bit down hard. Hamaer screeched and bit Granash in the hood. Granash drew back from Hamaer; both of the hydralisks were in horrible pain by now. Both of the fighters needed a break, so they took an unofficial break, which remained unbroken for ten minutes. Then Granash leapt at Hamaer and bit his hood. The fight would continue for much longer. Neither fighter would give up; both were unwilling to die as well.
CHRIS FOX
Everything sucked right now. His friend was dead government was changing. The world would be changing as well. Chris sat on his bed staring at the symbol on the piece of metal. He would find the owner of this piece and deliver a bit of payback for Verchellin. It was unfair that Verchallin had to die so young, but his death would not be in vain. This medallion either symbolized a terrorist group or a mercenary group. Maybe this was somehow related to the terrorist group Mengsk was a part of, the Sons of Korhal or something like that. Either way Chris was gonna take some time off to find out who killed Verchellin, and the payback would be in pints and gallons of blood.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it took me forever, sorry.
Zoltran was wrong. The Zerg hadn't stopped coming when the Zerg saw the fire was killing them. This was an old city. Why had Daniel wanted them to save a bunch of ruins from the Zerg? It made no sense. If Zoltran could get out of here then maybe he could get this place nuked. There was a building up ahead that looked modern enough to have been built twenty years ago. It also looked as though the Zerg hadn't touched it. Zoltran and the survivors ducked inside and closed the air- tight seals. This place would be impenetrable to the Zerg at least for a few hours. Zoltran took a good look around and decided that this place was a fallout shelter market. If the Zerg broke through the air- tight seals they could hide in the small metal domes. Zoltran weighed his options and decided that there was only one, they had to use plan B. Zoltran took the sheet of paper from his cloak and unfolded it. There was a picture of what looked like a great sleek missile. Zoltran read the writing at the bottom. It read, 'The P.K.M. is a torpedo that can be sent to the center of planets. When it hits the center, the explosives ignite and blow up inside the core. This explosion will trigger explosions and earthquakes throughout the planet. In a matter of hours the planet will release all of this tension in one great explosion that will also kill the planet and all on it. The P.K.M. resides in the ancient city of Chicago. Another piece resides beneath the ruins of New York. The final piece is under New Gevborough, Mississippi.' So that was the weapon that Daniel didn't want used. He didn't want it used because his planet would die.
"Zoltran! We've found a radio!"
"Good work Hiex. Contact the Nexus and request help, a lot of it."
"Will do brother."
Zoltran was happy now. Perhaps Daniel would come to his senses and let them deploy the P.K.M. Now they could fight the Zerg and probably have a chance against them. Now if worst came to worst, they could use the weapon.
"Zoltran, reinforcements will be here in an hour. The Nexus said they were bring around three hundred strong."
"Good. Now just relax and we'll wait for the reinforcements to arrive. Then we'll run out there to join our brethren in battle."
"Yes sir."
An hour later Zoltran heard the sounds of landing gears, shouts of 'For Adun' and corsairs flying overhead. Now was the time to fight. The twenty remaining Dark Templar opened the doors and jumped out into combat. Zoltran stabbed a zergling through the head and stabbed another through the stomach, he was gonna make a shish kabob. He stabbed another through the head. He rammed another into a wall with his sword. Now four zerglings rested on his sword. He shook them off and stabbed a hydralisk. He made another slash across its face. A zergling came running at him at full speed. Zoltran kicked the foul beast across the street into a building. Three scouts pounded the ground with machine guns, killing nearly ten hydralisks apiece. Zoltran looked to his side and saw a kaiser blade of an ultralisk coming down on him. It was to late to move or fight so Zoltran took the full force of the blow. Zoltran was swept aside into a building. He was bleeding badly now. The ultralisk now stood over him ready to kill. Then a dragoon blast hit the beast in the back of the head. The ultralisk howled with fury and turned to his attacker. Zoltran took his chance and stabbed the ultralisk in the heart. Another howl was issued from the creature. Zoltran withdrew his blade and made a stab for the ultralisk's head. Every move Zoltran made was a world of pain. But his stab was true and the ultralisk fell down dead. Zoltran lurched towards the carrier that had landed nearby. Zoltran hobbled inside. Zoltran was bandaged up to stop the blood flow. Zoltran was hurting horribly and he passed out twice during the battle. Three hours later the battle was done, the Protoss had retaken Chicago. Zoltran was unhappy that he couldn't fight through most of the battle. That he had to watch from a sickbed. But it was his life and no fight or death and a fight. Zoltran felt he made the right choice. Now they were headed for San Diego where Daniel had gone to fight.
DARGON
Dargon turned on his heel. A Terran entered, but something was wrong with him. The man was dressed in a black cloak, with a hood pulled over his head. He spoke in a raspy voice that sounded almost like stones grinding together.
"What are you doing here Terran?"
"Who are you?"
"I should be the one to ask that question. And here's another, what are you doing here?"
"I, uh."
"I have no time for your babbling, you will die for your trespassing."
"Why are you with the Zerg?"
"Because you Terrans disgust me, the Zerg can be commanded easily, in short, they are perfect."
"Fuck you. Zerg are just brainless husks for you to jerk this way and that at your command."
"Do not speak that way Terran. Now I'd like you to meet a few of my friends." With that said two hydralisks stepped into the chamber. "Have fun boys."
Dargon backed away from the threat. The hydralisks crept ever closer to Dargon's location. Nightmare was out in a second. He fired the gauss needles that were left over in his gun. Three hit the nearest hydralisk in the head. The head of the mindless creature exploded. Dargon dropped into a crouch, ducking under a few needle spines as he did. Dargon leapt into the air and brought a sidekick into the face of the hydralisk. The cobra- like creature backed away. Dargon's finger flew to the trigger and he pulled. Gauss needles splintered the monster's head. With that problem out of the way Dargon counted to five hundred and opened the door. Dargon turned on his cloaking and made his exit from the room. Dargon sprinted down the hall to the room with the statues being built. Dargon stood on a small alcove overlooking the statue's construction. The scorpion statue was almost done. The drones were working fast. If their little ceremony or whatever they were gonna do to bring these things to life worked then the Terrans were in some deep shit. Dargon kneeled behind a rock and turned his cloaking off.
GENERAL DANIEL JACOBS
Daniel and the other marines were retreating from the oncoming Zerg Rush. Only six marines including himself remained. Daniel and the marines turned and shot at the Rush once more. Daniel lobbed a grenade into the Rush and took cover behind a parked hover- car. An explosion rang out and Daniel looked up. They were at the F- Zero racetracks! That meant that there might be a few racers nearby that they could commandeer. A rocket launcher rang out and a building came crashing down on the Rush. Daniel took this moment to signal the squad to enter the building. The marines entered to a menagerie of dead Terrans and Zerg. Daniel signaled the marines to the back. This was the famous San Diego Sun's Way raceway. A few F- Zero Racers sat dormant in the garage. They were probably the only way out of the city for them. But, there were only five. One person had to stay and hope for a radio. But how would they decide? The marines had already seen this and looked to Daniel with knowing eyes. Knowing eyes that asked which one of us is gonna be the sacrifice? Daniel did not know how to answer these eyes. Then he heard breaking glass and saw Zerg coming through the building. Daniel rushed over to the controls and closed the gate down. Zerglings jumped into the giant metal garage door. It wouldn't hold for long, Daniel had to decide fast. He knew the decision quick enough and told every marine his decision.
"Boys, you all had family back on this planet as did I. But they are all dead now because of those things behind that gate. You will all live to fight another day, but I will not." Murmurs rose from the small crowd. "That gate won't hold for long, but I will be here to make sure you all get out alive. Now go and warm up the racers and take off. I'll hold the Zerg off for a few seconds. Now go!"
The marines ran to their machines and one by one took off. The gate busted down and Daniel shot ten zerglings and three mutalisks down before the rush enveloped him. But his sacrifice was not in vain. All five marines survived and fought in many more battles. Daniel died from a glave worm in his chest. His last thought was to Zoltran, it was, launch Plan B.
HETLAH
The Terran base was now in sight. All of the Protoss had reunited and were ready to kill. Hetlah began his first phase of attack. He wrapped himself in his cape and walked forward to the Command Center. A marine spied him and came over. Hetlah had cast a spell on himself to make Terran blood come from his cape. As the Terran drew near Hetlah stopped.
"Hey father, are you okay?"
Perfect, the Terran thought he was a priest. "I have been hurt, a zergling bite."
"Here let me help you over to the medic station."
Then Hetlah stabbed the Terran in the back of the leg with his staff. The marine dropped in pain. Hetlah threw off his cape and uttered an incantation. Blue dots appeared high in the sky. Only Hetlah and his brethren knew what they were. They were meteors. The buildings would be crushed in a matter of seconds, then his brethren would rush in and the attack would begin. The blue meteors crashed down on the Terrans, the war cry of the Protoss rang out and the Protoss burst from everywhere. Hetlah slammed his staff into a firebat's chest. The firebat's suit crashed in. Hetlah brought the staff into the facemask of the firebat. Hetlah uttered another incantation and psionic thunder rolled in the distance. Soon the storm would be here and he and his brethren would clear out, for the time being. Hetlah rushed forward to the remains of the Command Center and picked up a Terran gatling gun and used it. Terrans dropped under the rain of fire. Hetlah wasted the rest of the bullets from it and threw it down. Such a weapon was not fit for Protoss hands. The Terrans were grease- monkeys, that was all. The storm had reached the base and the Protoss were falling back. The storm struck the Terrans with a great force, at least fifteen marines were killed before the storm ended. Hetlah and the Protoss rushed forward once again to kill more Terrans. Hetlah swung his staff into a marines mask, glass splintered everywhere and the marine crashed to the ground dead. Zealots and Dragoons fought alongside High Templars and Archons. The Terran base was crumbling underneath Hetlah's claw. All his brethren had to do now was finish off the Terrans. Aiur would soon belong to the Utopia, and finally all the races could live together in peace. They were unstoppable. Terrans were trying to escape, but by now the base had been surrounded, and no one could get away. Terran marines screamed in pain, Hetlah had chosen a special spell for the one down in front of him. Hetlah had scanned his mind and found out that he was the one who had shot the bengalaas. Hetlah muttered an incantation and blue mist shot from his staff into the marine. The marine writhed in pain. Though Hetlah could not see what was being done, he knew quite well what was happening. The marine's liver, heart, and spleens were dissolving. It was the most painful thing Hetlah could think of that was in his spell list. The Terran base had fallen, there was not one survivor.
THOMAS BRIDGES
Thomas loaded another clip into his gun. He was running low on ammo. He had only taken ten clips before they left. He had switched back to his gauss rifle after running out of shells for his shotgun. There was no time to look for more, otherwise he would. Needles flew from the barrel and mowed down Zerg. The ensueing Rush was almost done with by now. Ten zerglings left then they would get a few minutes of peace to think.The ten were done in just a few seconds.
"Ok boys, what should we do now?"
"Maybe Bridges wants to sacrifice another one of us," Ywan said.
"Shutup! Wox was dead before i took my shot!"
"Oh fuck you Bridges. You'de sell us all to Satan himself before you'de give your own life!"
Thomas lunged for Ywan but was held back by Nasf and Koej. "You sonofabitch! You know that Wox was gonna get eaten! So I figured I'd save our lives by destroying a dead man!"
"Oh ya!" Ywan pulled out his gauss rifle and put it to Thomas' head.
"Stop it! Both of you stop! Now, the next Rush'll be here in another two minutes, so I think we should put this behind us and figure something out."
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"So boys, any ideas?"
"I've got one," Thomas said.
"Do tell Bridges."
"If we can push forward into the Rush, then we can win. We can't stay on the defensive the whole time."
"Alright then, not one step back. Grab all the ammo and grenades you can take, we're using Bridges' idea. And work fast, we don't got much time."
ALDORIS
Aldoris walked down to the armory. He picked his weapon. Aldoris would challenge Tassadar to a duel; his betrayal would not be tolerated. His weapon was a Grand Blade. Basically it was a giant sword measuring about five feet long, and it was made of Orichalum. Orichalum is the densest, sharpest, hardest, metal existing. Swords were made like hot cakes. Soon all of the Orichalum on Aiur was gone. This sword was modified for Aldoris himself. A laser system had been installed to cover the metal. The laser just made the slash even more powerful. Aldoris brought with him the challenge cube. The battle would stop until the duel was over. Aldoris walked onto the battlefield and spotted Tassadar at once.
"Tassadar! I call upon you! Will you accept or will you shame your father?"
Tassadar turned to Aldoris. "I accept in the name of my father! I will defeat you!"
"Then the choice of weapon is yours."
"I choose the Flame of Barbary."
"So it will be."
The Flame of Barbary was actually a spiked ball and chain. Each time it hits something it sends extreme heat out of the spikes, thus the name. One of the zealots brought it and handed it to Tassadar. The duel would begin as soon as the challenge cube hit the ground and spewed out its laser shield around a twenty-foot circle that would be the battlefield. It would be a fight to the death. Aldoris dropped the cube. It bursts into the field. A barrel sits in the middle of the field; the field conjures up new weapons out of nothing. Tassadar lunges, extending the flame. It smacks Aldoris' shoulder. Aldoris recoils from the blow and draws his sword. A quick jab hits Tassadar in the stomach. Aldoris needs to think. Tassadar whips a blow down upon him. Aldoris draws his sword up to block. The chain wraps around the sword. Tassadar rips the sword from Aldoris' hands. Aldoris is defenseless. Aldoris lashes out like a cornered animal. A kick is sent into Tassadar's chest. Aldoris runs for the barrel of weapons. He sticks his hand in and draws out a battle- axe. He presses a button and the blade of laser springs out. The axe falls on Tassadar. Tassadar tries to dodge, the axe clips Tassadar's shoulder. Tassadar whips the flame out at Aldoris. Aldoris' ribs smash. Aldoris drops to one knee. Tassadar approaches to finish Aldoris off. Aldoris sweeps Tassadar's legs out. The flame flies from Tassadar's hands. Tassadar scampers over to the barrel. Aldoris grabs his leg. The weaponless Tassadar kicks Aldoris in the face. Tassadar grabs a weapon from the barrel. He pulls out a psi- blade. The axe and blade clash. Each man draws back for the time being, to rethink his next move.
KILAROK
"So Fexni, why the whole Guardian question?"
"No big reason. Guardians just float by sometimes and damage the equipment."
"Oh, I see. So, there are a lot?"
"Five or six, your machine would save us a lot of time and resources."
"So how fast do you think I can be off this planet?"
"Well, for your machine, we could probably lend you seven scouts, then the living pilots come back and you leave once there is a sizable hole in the blockade."
Kilarok paused for a few seconds. "I'll need more."
"What? I can't give you more than seven."
"The blockade is to thick. If seven is all you can spare me brother, then I am sorry, but we cannot do business."
"I'll give you ten, but that is all, your ship is not worth so much."
"No deal, I need at least fifteen, sixteen including mine."
"That is a ludicrous deal! No ship is worth sixteen scouts."
"Who says all will be destroyed?"
"I do. You'll take one, and the fleet will be unable to return do to the remainder of the blockade."
"You are a fool to believe such a thing Fexni."
"You are a fool to think any ship is worth sixteen scouts!"
"There are at least fifty- thousand Devourers orbit Aiur, anything going in or out will lose some ships."
"Exactly my point! Warriors will be lost as well as good machinery!"
"There are always casualties in war brother. If they don't die in that battle, then they will die the next day in another battle."
"You would sacrifice your brethren to leave your homeland. That is the most dishonorable thing I have ever heard."
"No, you would sacrifice your brethren. You agreed to the deal, you would sacrifice your brethren for technology!"
"Then I suppose you will not lower your price?"
"I will not go lower."
"Fine, you may have the scouts you want."
"Then let this be a day of celebration. We shall celebrate the coming of protection against your Guardian menace and my leaving of Aiur."
"Then let it be."
JACK THOMPSON
But how did they live? How did they move so fast if they were living creatures? Jack turned to see what exactly they had entered. There was a lobby. The roof was near fifty feet high. Jack and the marines looked around the lobby for a while. Jack led the marines through a large door. They entered what appeared to be a control room. Computer screens flashed and beeps rang out. Jack approached one screen and saw that is was a view of the outside of the building where they had entered. The screen was empty. The pack must have already moved on. A large TV sat in the corner. It was old fashioned, just a 72 inch Plasma, from at least seven years ago. A FRD player was attached. There was already an FRD in there. Jack grouped the marines to the screen and pressed play. The screen remained black but a voice came from the speakers.
"We are the Xel' Naga. We are the last of our kind. We have built this city as a stronghold. We have made this stronghold to hold in our third child. We have named our third child the Tyrex. We have held them here because they are perfect. They are even more perfect than the Zerg were. We made them from raw power. The Protoss made of raw mind, and the Zerg of raw speed. Soon the Tyrex will descend upon Aiur and the War of the Three will begin." Then the sound stopped all together.
"What the hell is with them Xel' Naga things. I thought the Overmind destroyed them a long time ago."
Jack looked over to another monitor. The streets of this stronghold were crawling with the Tyrex now. The Xel' Naga said they were from raw power. It looked like speed to Jack. Maybe it isn't that they are fast. Power... maybe they're really strong. Maybe the speed is actually teleportation. Jack knew it was possible, but that quickly? It seemed unlikely. Jack knew a battle was coming, a brutal one at that. The Tyrex had to be stopped. Or Jack had to find a way they could be beat. Jack drew his gun; he would find a way to kill them.
"Ok boys, we're headin out."
"What? We can't stop those things."
"We can try. We have to try, for the Dominion."
The marines walked to the door a kicked it open. A Tyrex was in front of one of them at once. Jack turned to see a marine being ripped to shreds. Bullets flew from all of their guns. The creature screeched in pain but otherwise seemed un- phased. Thomas brought the butt of his gun down on the Tyrex. The Tyrex's back caved in and the creature fell to the ground. Jack presumed it was knocked out, it didn't seem like that would kill it. Thomas knew there was only one choice for the marines, they had to flee back to the base, and they had to bring the body with them.
NICOTINE
The story was told. It was time to march upon the Terrans. The end of the Dominion had already been started. The Emperor Mengsk had been killed just a short time ago. The shady group called NATO had helped with that. All that had to be done was to finish the Dominion off. The troops had been awakened and they were already on their way to the base. Nicotine would be there before them and would leave shortly. First Nicotine would release his poison onto the base. Nicotine rose and flew. In one minute he reached the base and released his poison. Green gas seeped down to the base. Bullets rose to meet Nicotine. Nothing hurt him much anymore. Nicotine breathed carbon monoxide down onto the Terrans. Nicotine once again flew away. He flew back to his troops and stopped them. Soon they would attack together.
ARC_1_TERRAPIN
The elevator doors opened up to a large hallway. A light shined on the other side of a curve. It was natural light! He had reached the exit. Arc ran down the hall to find a collapsed door and to once again see the sun. Aiur had never looked so beautiful to Arc. He walked slowly out of the complex. The grass felt soft under his feet. Arc took in the smells, Saga bushes, Frexberries, and a pungent odor. Arc turned to the smell and saw nothing but Zerg for as far as the eye could see. The west was completely infested. Arc's vision was very good. The hive began about three miles away, but he saw it perfectly. The skin of the Zerg was not the orange of Kerrigan, or the brown of the renegade Kukulkan brood that had been living around here for a while. It was more of a purple color. Arc scanned his library for info on this color. Only one time came to mind, these were the Zerg who attacked the defense facilities! Arc focused his mind and charged his plasma gun; it was time to take out the trash. Arc started his long walk to the hive that might kill him. He was a powerful soldier but he wasn't an army. He was the most focused that he had been since the attack that had spelled doom for so many of his brethren. He extended his plasma blades; they went out five feet. His mind was completely focused, nothing could bring Arc down without the fight of their lives. It wasn't too much farther to the hive now. He couldn't hold the plasma inside the gun for much longer; the gun would overheat if it wasn't shot soon. A meteor shower had begun. Arc took a moment to marvel at the natural wonder. Blue flaming chunks of rock fell from the sky and hit the ground and exploded. There was a rock Arc could use for cover; he was just three hundred feet from the hive now. Arc looked up over the rock and shot the nearest Sunken Colony until it looked like it was drooping and dieing. The defense withered and died. The hive was now alerted to his presence. Hydralisks ran toward his position. Arc sprang up and shot three hydralisks in succession. Arc ran forward and stabbed his psi- blades into another hydralisk. Arc shoved the muzzle of his plasma cannon into a hydralisk's cobra chest and fired. He stabbed another in the head. Only three remained. Arc spun in a circle and chopped the head off of two more hydralisks. Arc shot plasma into the face of the final hydralisk. Arc ran forward into the hive and fired on all of the defense systems. The hive was bleeding and dieing before his eyes. Arc ran into the center of the actual hive part of the hive. Arc shot the Zerg standing in his way. Arc ran to the core of the hive and the fleshy door closed on him. Arc shot plasma at the natural door. The skin withdrew with a shriek and Arc entered. The heart of the hive pulsed and thudded in the large room. Arc shot plasma into the heart until the heart fell from the strings that held it up. Arc was hurt that was for sure. He had just run through to the very middle of the hive. Six hydralisk spines stuck out of his back. His knee was bleeding from a Sunken Colony's tentacle. Arc took time to heal himself using his mind then he took off. He had to get out of the hive as well as he infiltrated it. After Arc had healed himself considerably he shot through the skin of the hive. The hive had turned a greenish color. Why had the base been left so undefended? Arc had only encountered ten hydralisks throughout the hive and only fifteen zerglings. For such a big hive there needed to be more defense. Arc ran from the hive as the living buildings withered. Only six Zerg attacked him as he left the base, and they were hardly fighting him. Arc had planted a plasma bomb in the core; it would go off in about ten minutes. Arc was a safe distance away by now so he started to walk. Arc turned as the timer expired. Blue plasma exploded from the hive engulfing everything within it. Arc heard an angry cry from far away. A green flash twinkled in the distance, it was coming closer, but what was it?
GARY COSWELL
Gary had already been assigned a new mission. His new mission was to go to Char and command a strike force that would destroy the Zerg home planet. The dropship would let them off in just a few minutes. Gary jammed a clip into his gauss rifle. His goliath would arrive in a few days because it was on another dropship. The dropship landed a little rough but nothing seemed to be damaged. His dropship was the first to come down because he and a few other marines would be clearing a path for some SCV's to build a base. According to radar and satellite intelligence the closest resources were a half- mile away. There were only a few Zerg there so it would not be much of a problem. Gary was the first to step out. What an ugly planet. Untouched by the power of cities and industry. Soon Korhal would be the NATO planet for conquered republics. It will be a world made up of survivors of wars with NATO. Jexep would become an all- military planet. It will hold all of the NATO republic's military and defenses systems. Korhal will be renamed Planet 2 when NATO's leader comes to Korhal. No one really knew who led NATO except for an elite few. Gary knew who he was and it was a Terran he would have never suspected. He still didn't completely believe what he was told. All of the marines had unloaded by now and they were running to where they thought the nearest resources were. When they reached it they saw that there were only six zerglings guarding the resources. The marines killed the few zerglings in just a matter of seconds and now they would signal the dropships full of SCVs waiting just outside the atmosphere of Char that it was safe to land.
"Bengalaas Ground to Hawk Air. The Zerg have been cleared out, come on down."
"We read you Bengalaas Ground, we're making our descent."
Ten minutes later the construction of what would soon be Planet 3 begun. That was what Char would be called after the Zerg were cleared from the planet. The only thing standing in their way was the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan of the Zerg. Soon she would fight for her life as well. She would fight very soon indeed. But what Gary didn't know is that he wouldn't be doing the fighting. Some other invader of Char would, an invader that Gary would meet all to soon. One that will give Gary the fight of his life. Only a week will pass before this happens. The only question is will Gary be able to stop such a force that will fight Kerrigan face to face.
JEX'PARA
Her dreams had meant nothing. They meant nothing as she laid down to die after a long battle. The Dark Templar had attacked during the night. It was only a few, but the Zerg were unready. The Dark Templar fought ferociously and the Zerg could not regroup after the initial blow had been dealt to the entire hive. Even now the hive tried their best to defeat the Dark Templar assault, but their efforts were in vain. Every Zerg life was lived in vain. They were born warriors, without choice. Their entire life would always be a battle, a fight to stay alive. Jex'Para had only given birth to broodlings who would die within their first two hours of birth. Their only purpose was to kill. Birth and death are to things that are too closely strung. One out of every two Zerg die within three hours of their birth. It was not fair to any Zerg creature. They never had any time to live their lives. Now as Jex'Para lay on her deathbed, she realized all of this. She should have deserted when she had the chance to. A dragoon had shot her straight through to her Tagafer. It was like a Terran's heart. Zerg lived only for an hour after being shot in the Tagafer. Green Zerg blood spilled from the open wound. She was losing blood fast and probably wouldn't live even for the hour that the usual Zerg lives after losing a Tagafer. Jex'Para crawled out to the battle to see her brethren fight for Kerrigan for the last time. Fools, that is what every Zerg is until they are about to die. The they all realize what their lives were just as Jex'Para did. It was always a sad ending for the Zerg, but it was always like this. Jex'Para was suffering more than Kerrigan would ever know. But Kerrigan would never know, nor care. Such is the life of a Zerg. Living life in vain under a harsh dictator, following every rule the dictator gave to you, fighting at their will. That was what life was living under the grip of Kerrigan. Jex'Para knew this now, as would all of the Zerg that died in the attack that night. The last of Kerrigan's Zerg would fall from Aiur in less than a week. Aiur would not belong to Kerrigan ever again. Jex'Para stuck out her tongue to lick her tusks as she often did when she was nervous or in pain. This time she was both in pain and nervous. Now came the last five minutes. Her stomach felt as if it was going through a meat grater. The pain was so intense. The five minutes seemed to drag on forever because of the pain. But soon enough the five minutes did end, and Jex'Para died a miserable death after living a miserable life.
GRANASH
The day had come; Granash could feel it in his cartilage. He would die in battle today. It would be at the hands of Kerrigan's brood. Granash slithered out of the den. The troops had already assembled. Hamaer stood at the head of the pack in his hydralisk form. He spoke a few words about this is the day and blah blah. So he led them from the hive. They walked seven miles until they attacked the hive. Granash felt almost discouraged that he knew today was the day. The hive was inside a U- shaped canyon. Granash knew exactly what would happen now. All of the brood ran inside and attacked. Kerrigan's drones started morphing into Sunken and Spore Colonies. Now they were trapped. Hamaer stood at the entrance laughing. Granash had to hand it to him it was a good trick. Granash regained his senses at once. He had been drugged, drugged by Hamaer. But now he was out of it. Granash wouldn't let it end this way. Granash charged out of the base to meet Hamaer.
"Hamaer! Why have you done this to us?"
"Because the Queen of Blades is my master, fool. But do not worry, after ten minutes the living will have the opportunity to join Kerrigan, I believe you will be one of them Granash."
"To hell with you" Granash yelled as he charged at Hamaer!
Granash fight with Hamaer was legendary. Never had two hydralisks fought so ferociously. Granash shot poison needles at Hamaer. Hamaer ducked and bit Granash in the hood. Granash screeched in pain and bit Hamaer in the stomach. Granash slammed his tail into Hamaer's face. Hamaer drew back then sprung forward with a bite that penetrated Granash's stomach. Hamaer stabbed Granash with an arm. Granash was hurt bad, the arm went through the top of his hood. Green hydralisk blood spilled from both fighters now. Granash grabbed Hamaer's arm with his mouth and bit down hard. Hamaer screeched and bit Granash in the hood. Granash drew back from Hamaer; both of the hydralisks were in horrible pain by now. Both of the fighters needed a break, so they took an unofficial break, which remained unbroken for ten minutes. Then Granash leapt at Hamaer and bit his hood. The fight would continue for much longer. Neither fighter would give up; both were unwilling to die as well.
CHRIS FOX
Everything sucked right now. His friend was dead government was changing. The world would be changing as well. Chris sat on his bed staring at the symbol on the piece of metal. He would find the owner of this piece and deliver a bit of payback for Verchellin. It was unfair that Verchallin had to die so young, but his death would not be in vain. This medallion either symbolized a terrorist group or a mercenary group. Maybe this was somehow related to the terrorist group Mengsk was a part of, the Sons of Korhal or something like that. Either way Chris was gonna take some time off to find out who killed Verchellin, and the payback would be in pints and gallons of blood.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it took me forever, sorry.