ZOLTRAN
"All of the pieces have been found sir."
"Thank you Alimor. Are they assembled?"
"Yes sir, it is ready to be launched."
"Good, prepare the troops to leave."
"We're leaving right now sir?"
"Yes, as soon as possible, we have matters to attend to else ware."
"Yes sir."
Aiur was falling into darkness. Zoltran wasn't sure how he knew this but he knew that if he didn't get back there soon that Aiur would surely die. Good thing the doomsday device was remote controlled. Zoltran walked out onto his terrace to see the Earth dying in front of him. The Zerg had used its nutrients, sending Earth into a downward spiral. The Zerg had taken the basic elements of Earth and destroyed them; all that remained was lava and wasteland. Zoltran now held the power to wipe it all away along with nearly a million Zerg. Zoltran left the terrace and walked over to the carrier- docking bay. Now they were loading up. Zoltran walked aboard the Gantrithor II and prepared his room for takeoff. The last of the troops were coming in now. They were only about ten marines short, sacrifices that they would have to make. One more day would be given, but all who weren't there at takeoff would not be waited for. Any remaining troops would die with Earth. Zoltran went to the cockpit and looked around. The Gantrithor II was an amazing ship. It was an exact replica of the first Gantrithor only it was upgraded. It held twelve interceptors instead of the basic eight. It also had twin laser cannons mounted to the front and an emergency photon beam mounted around the ship. If need be it would be activated and using all of the remaining energy (not including reserve energy used for landing) and transformed it into pure power. Projectors were mounted on the top, bottom, left, right, and front. It would project the energy and send it shooting from the projectors, anything in the way would be obliterated. Zoltran walked to the rear. Here it was that khaydarian crystals and plasma were converted into the ship's energy via nuclear fusion. Zoltran walked to his cabin and sat by the Maragia. It was how the Protoss slept. The Terrans had their beds, but Maragaia's were much more efficient, you just set the time you wanted to sleep to and when that time came the Maragia released you from it's hold and you awoke. Zoltran would let the Terrans have them but it only accepted Protoss DNA. Zoltran walked to the control panel of the ship and looked at the button that would trigger the doomsday device. Zoltran exited the ship and went back to his terrace. Nothing had changed on Earth. The lava still flowed freely and the ground was still mostly desert and ash. Zoltran looked down to his blade and knew that his home was in danger. Aiur would fall unless he got back soon with reinforcements. The end for Aiur was oh so near that Zoltran could taste it.
DARGON
A canister ripped out from the barrel and into the scorpion's claw. The scorpion brought his claw down on Dargon. Dargon managed to move at the last second. He hid behind a rock to think. The scorpion probably had very thick armor, but an X round could probably pierce it. Dargon switched rounds as the scorpion searched for him. Dargon darted out from behind the rock and shot three X rounds from the gun. Two hit the monster in the left claw and one hit it in the right claw. They exploded and the scorpion screeched in anger and pain, but mostly anger. The scorpion seemed pretty un-phased from the experience. It slammed a claw down on Dargon. Dargon's legs took the brunt of the attack. His life support nanomachines went off.
"Leg power at twenty percent," the cool female voice said.
"Damnit," Dargon bellowed in pain as he tried to limp away from the scorpion.
Dargon lifted the gun and shot another X round. The round hit it in the stomach. It exploded and a little bit of stomach acid seeped from the wound but that was about it. Dargon rolled behind a rock. The drugs that were injected into him started going to work. His legs started to heal. The scorpion searched behind rocks and bushes as Dargon tried thinking of a plan. Dargon thought and thought but only came to one conclusion. Maybe the scorpion was weak with his hearing and smell. Dargon darted out behind the scorpions back and shot off six regular canisters into the air. The scorpion didn't budge an inch from its search. Dargon pulled a pack of Sewage Rush from his pouch and cracked it open. Sewage Rush smelled so strongly that Dargon could smell it from about half a mile away. The scorpion didn't budge again. But Dargon knew he could see. Maybe if he took out its eyes he could mark this place for nuking and he could get away with his life. He switched his Nightmare to full automatic and shot one bullet at the scorpion. The scorpion turned after being hit in the tail. Dargon pulled the trigger and held. Bullets came ripping out of the barrel and into the eyes of the scorpion. Dargon looked up and saw all of the scorpion's popped eyes. The scorpion screamed in pain and Dargon ran as fast as he could to the rock.
"Dargon to base, I'm marking this place get ready to fire once I'm out of here."
"We hear you Dargon, mark it and we'll nuke it."
Dargon aimed his gun at the cave and turned on the marker. He sat for a minute until he heard it.
"Ok Dargon we've got it in our sights. Now get out of there."
Dargon ran a ways away and called.
"Ok, launch it."
Dargon looked into the distance and saw the nuke land. The explosion ripped out and the cave was destroyed. Dargon turned to walk away when he heard an irritated and angry buzz behind him.
HETLAH
Hetlah and his tribe stormed into the base and attacked. Zerg backup soon followed. Hetlah and three other tribe members created a combined spell. They cast a four Protoss spell, and energy bounded from the spot where they cast it. The energy sprung into a column into the sky. Hetlah called his men back. A disaster would soon strike the base. Fireballs started falling from the sky along with meteorites. The base was being destroyed right in front of them. Metal structures crumbled under the weight of the falling rocks and fireballs. The buildings started to catch on fire and burning down. Hetlah cast a shield spell on the group and marched back onto the battlefield. The fireballs and meteorites bounced off of the shield and landed on buildings. Terran marines charged into the shield and were killed by the group inside. Hetlah charged up his staff and let lose a lightning attack. The shield started to dissipate. Hetlah dropped back to the back of the group.
"Give me two minutes to charge my staff with energy. If you do then this battle will be over quick."
"We shall do our best brother."
Hetlah dropped to one knee. He started to mutter an incantation. Energy started to gather around the staff. The Terrans were starting to retake control of the battle. Hetlah had to this the right way and the quick way. He muttered the incantation faster. The energy around the staff started to screech with intensity.
"This is it! Protoss and Zerg brethren! Move from the way of the blast!"
The Zerg and Protoss ran. Hetlah screamed and let loose the energy. A giant beam of power went for ten miles obliterating everything in its path. It stretched twenty feet across and was ten feet high. A few zerglings and zealots were unable to get out of the way, but to Hetlah they were expendable. The battle was finished five minutes later, considering that the blast had killed about fifty percent of the remaining Terrans. After the battle Hetlah lay down beneath a Downtrim tree to relax. The blast had taken so much out of him. His energy was so low that it would not be at full for a week. That meant no high-powered spells. But the attack had to be done. Little did the other Protoss know there was a powerful weapon the Terrans were hiding six miles ahead. They had to march right into it and to there deaths. Sure it was just Dominion scraps that were leftover, but they didn't know the Dominion was dead, so they fought on. But it was good that he damaged it as he had done, they could take the base. They just had to hurry before the Terrans could repair it. If they didn't then his division would surely perish to this amazing weapon Duran told him about. All he knew was that it was a long-range weapon. It could probably fire about a mile. That may not sound far but it is for its size. Duran said that the weapon was some sort of bomb that spread like a sickness and that it was so small that the bomb could not be seen with just your eyes. Anyway, Hetlah knew not to mess with something like this, if he did, he would die.
THOMAS BRIDGES
The second Rush had died. Now was the time to make plans.
"Ok boys, any ideas?"
"I have one," Ywan said.
"What?"
"Well, this is a big city and there has to be a vehicle out of here. I figure there's a dropship around here somewhere. But only one of us can go, the others will probably have to hold back the Rush."
"Any volunteers boys?"
"I will," Thomas said. They all turned to him.
"You sure Bridges."
"Ya, if there's a way out I'll find it, trust me."
"Ok, fine. Bridges if you don't live, I just want you to know that you are a damned good soldier."
"Thank you sir."
"Don't leave just yet I have something for you." Nevikov walked over to the makeshift bunker and lifted out a rocket launcher. "This is for you, maybe it'll help you along the way."
"I'm sure it will sir."
Thomas started to run looking both ways for anything that could be of use to them. He ran for about another thirty minutes before he had to stop and take a break. As he breathed heavily, a thick fog started to roll over the city. Gunshots rang out through the city; at least they were still alive. Then he heard the low growls coming from the fog. Thomas lifted his gauss rifle and aimed toward the noise. The owner of the growl emerged from the fog. Then there were owners, five to be precise. Five zerglings emerged from the fog and circled around him. Thomas pulled out a grenade. He readied himself, his plan had to go off without a hitch. He pulled the pin and jumped. He vaulted over the zerglings and into a building. He used the building like a springboard and bounced off over the circle. He threw the grenade down and landed awkwardly outside the circle. The explosion rang out as the zerglings died. This all happened in about five seconds. Thomas could only hope that there weren't any more surprises that would make him do that stunt again up ahead. Thomas walked for a little while longer before he stopped in front of an air force base. Most of the ships were taken; they must have come here to evacuate the city. Only three dropships remained. One of them was the new model dropship, the F6- 3N5. It could hold sixteen marines instead of the usual eight; it was also equipped with numerous guns. One was a very powerful gatling gun. Another was a siege tank model Arclite Shock Cannon. Thomas walked to the gate it was locked. There was only one way in right now, Thomas stepped back and fired the rocket launcher. The gate exploded into a million pieces. He rushed for the F6 and jumped in. It was a good thing the keys were in. Thomas started it up and flew away looking for his comrades.
ALDORIS
The battle dragged on. Aldoris' mind was the red of fury and blood. Aldoris had lost control of his mind and was now on a mindless killing spree. Fifty good Protoss warriors had been murdered already by Aldoris' hand; some of them were of the New Conclave. Another zealot fell at Aldoris' feet. Blood spouted from where Aldoris had cut off the arm.
"Aldoris! I challenge you!"
Aldoris spun to see Zeratul. "You will fall Dark Templar heretic!" Aldoris charged at Zeratul.
Aldoris brought his axe down hard but missed and hit the ground. Zeratul slashed Aldoris across the stomach with his psi sword. He went at Aldoris again but Aldoris blocked with his axe. Zeratul kicked Aldoris in the stomach sending him reeling. Aldoris had a plan. Zeratul charged at Aldoris. He moved out of the way and they ended up on opposite to where they once were. Aldoris cast hallucination upon himself. Suddenly there was six of him. Six identical battle cries rang out as the hallucinations and Aldoris charged. Zeratul swung wildly at the fake Aldoris'. He managed to take out three but he couldn't find the real Aldoris. Zeratul fell back. Aldoris had him now. The three remaining Aldoris' slashed at the same time. Zeratul could only block one, but he picked the right choice. He blocked the true Aldoris. His sword came down on Aldoris' head, slicing him in two.
KILAROK
The medic and him sat down and had a couple drinks. Her name was Sara; she was actually nice for a Terran. Tomorrow they would start their assault on the Guardians. Kilarok could probably do this himself so he took off early. The Guardian nest lay just a few kilometers ahead of him. The Guardians were a renegade group so Kilarok didn't expect much of a battle. Besides, they couldn't hurt him they were only Guardians. Then Kilarok saw ahead and thought it had to be a hallucination. Ten Devourers lay stood between him and the nest. Kilarok was screwed now. He could handle four maybe five Devourers, but not ten. But he would have to try. Kilarok released his scout missiles and turned on his cloaking. He knew it wouldn't help as he saw a spore colony in the nest. The missiles flew from the hybrid killing one Devourer. The remaining nine shot acid at Kilarok. Five of the acid clumps hit him. But it was enough. Kilarok's hybrid was hurt bad. It seemed like it was the end of the line for Kilarok. Suddenly the Devourers started to explode. Kilarok looked back to see a fleet of scouts coming.
"Kilarok! You could've gotten yourself killed here. Consider these your fifteen other scouts. None that are destroyed will be replaced."
"That's fine, I'm just glad to be alive, now let's go kill those Guardians."
The Guardians were killed quickly since they can't attack air.
JACK THOMPSON
The marines arrived at the base the next day. Jack had to keep injecting it with knock out drugs every three hours. The creature needed to get to the base quick. It was coming to again so Jack injected it again. They were running low on the tranquilizers; they had only two doses left. Luckily the base would only be about another mile or two away. They ran for another twenty minutes and they finally reached the base. Well, what remained of the base. Something had totaled the base and burnt it to the ground. Jack walked forward and knelt down beside the ruins. This base was thirty square miles, the biggest on Aiur. Over two thousand soldiers were stationed here, all presumed dead. Jack was speechless at the destruction; his brother was stationed here. Now he was dead too. Jack picked up a handful of dirt and dropped it back on the ground. He clenched his fists and gave his orders.
"Men! We all had family stationed here! They are all dead now! Someone waltzed in here and killed our brothers and sisters." Jack bent down and picked up a zealot breastplate. It had been the Protoss! "Boys, the Protoss did this. I want this place searched for any survivors; kill any that you find!"
NICOTINE
He swooped down on the Protoss warrior. He dodged and shot a hot blue blast at him. Nicotine screeched his ear-piercing screech and landed. Nicotine pecked at the ground for the Protoss warrior, each time unsuccessfully. Nicotine was hit again by the blue blast. He took to the air again. Nicotine shook and droplets of poison flew from his toxic body. The Protoss warrior was hit. He fell to the ground; the threat was over.
GARY COSWELL
Gary led his troops to a hill overlooking a small Zerg hive cluster.
"Alright. Boys, we're going to rush this base with everything we've got.
"Sir yes sir," they all replied in unison."
The troops charged down the hill into the breach. Gauss rifles chattered, Zerg exploded, and grenades blew off. Gary knelt next to a hydralisk den. Gary planted five C4's on it. Gary pushed the button and the den exploded. He shot a few rounds at an oncoming hydralisk. The hydralisk exploded and Gary turned his attention to three zerglings coming for him. Gary threw a grenade at them. It exploded and the zerglings went with it. Gary fired his gun at the main Hive, as did six other marines, and one firebat. The hive exploded and the remaining Zerg were finished off quickly. Gary called six SCVs down here to start the construction of a new base. This was the first time that Gary thought it might be possible to win his tenth with just the men he had in over a week.
GRANASH
Granash charged but soon found himself not wanting to kill the other Zerg. He saw the same in the eyes of his brothers and sisters as well. They seemed to be losing their bloodlust. Granash felt the same. Granash stared down at the stripes on his arms. Instead of being it's normal color; it was now turning red! Kerrigan was slowly taking the brood over. Granash could do nothing but wait. It soon consumed him, and he lost his free spirit.
CHRIS FOX
Chris' vulture sped into darkness as the abandoned Command Center loomed in front of him. He reached it and got out of the vulture. Chris knelt by the door. He turned from his hiding spot and fired his silenced pistol at a mercenary standing in the doorway. The mercenary dropped in front of him. Chris charged further into the structure. Lights flickered above his head. Chris looked out from behind a wall to see eight mercenaries eating dinner. Chris sat down behind the wall to contemplate his options.
Another chapter done. Starcraft Bloodlines Part Three will be coming soon so prepare your characters.
"All of the pieces have been found sir."
"Thank you Alimor. Are they assembled?"
"Yes sir, it is ready to be launched."
"Good, prepare the troops to leave."
"We're leaving right now sir?"
"Yes, as soon as possible, we have matters to attend to else ware."
"Yes sir."
Aiur was falling into darkness. Zoltran wasn't sure how he knew this but he knew that if he didn't get back there soon that Aiur would surely die. Good thing the doomsday device was remote controlled. Zoltran walked out onto his terrace to see the Earth dying in front of him. The Zerg had used its nutrients, sending Earth into a downward spiral. The Zerg had taken the basic elements of Earth and destroyed them; all that remained was lava and wasteland. Zoltran now held the power to wipe it all away along with nearly a million Zerg. Zoltran left the terrace and walked over to the carrier- docking bay. Now they were loading up. Zoltran walked aboard the Gantrithor II and prepared his room for takeoff. The last of the troops were coming in now. They were only about ten marines short, sacrifices that they would have to make. One more day would be given, but all who weren't there at takeoff would not be waited for. Any remaining troops would die with Earth. Zoltran went to the cockpit and looked around. The Gantrithor II was an amazing ship. It was an exact replica of the first Gantrithor only it was upgraded. It held twelve interceptors instead of the basic eight. It also had twin laser cannons mounted to the front and an emergency photon beam mounted around the ship. If need be it would be activated and using all of the remaining energy (not including reserve energy used for landing) and transformed it into pure power. Projectors were mounted on the top, bottom, left, right, and front. It would project the energy and send it shooting from the projectors, anything in the way would be obliterated. Zoltran walked to the rear. Here it was that khaydarian crystals and plasma were converted into the ship's energy via nuclear fusion. Zoltran walked to his cabin and sat by the Maragia. It was how the Protoss slept. The Terrans had their beds, but Maragaia's were much more efficient, you just set the time you wanted to sleep to and when that time came the Maragia released you from it's hold and you awoke. Zoltran would let the Terrans have them but it only accepted Protoss DNA. Zoltran walked to the control panel of the ship and looked at the button that would trigger the doomsday device. Zoltran exited the ship and went back to his terrace. Nothing had changed on Earth. The lava still flowed freely and the ground was still mostly desert and ash. Zoltran looked down to his blade and knew that his home was in danger. Aiur would fall unless he got back soon with reinforcements. The end for Aiur was oh so near that Zoltran could taste it.
DARGON
A canister ripped out from the barrel and into the scorpion's claw. The scorpion brought his claw down on Dargon. Dargon managed to move at the last second. He hid behind a rock to think. The scorpion probably had very thick armor, but an X round could probably pierce it. Dargon switched rounds as the scorpion searched for him. Dargon darted out from behind the rock and shot three X rounds from the gun. Two hit the monster in the left claw and one hit it in the right claw. They exploded and the scorpion screeched in anger and pain, but mostly anger. The scorpion seemed pretty un-phased from the experience. It slammed a claw down on Dargon. Dargon's legs took the brunt of the attack. His life support nanomachines went off.
"Leg power at twenty percent," the cool female voice said.
"Damnit," Dargon bellowed in pain as he tried to limp away from the scorpion.
Dargon lifted the gun and shot another X round. The round hit it in the stomach. It exploded and a little bit of stomach acid seeped from the wound but that was about it. Dargon rolled behind a rock. The drugs that were injected into him started going to work. His legs started to heal. The scorpion searched behind rocks and bushes as Dargon tried thinking of a plan. Dargon thought and thought but only came to one conclusion. Maybe the scorpion was weak with his hearing and smell. Dargon darted out behind the scorpions back and shot off six regular canisters into the air. The scorpion didn't budge an inch from its search. Dargon pulled a pack of Sewage Rush from his pouch and cracked it open. Sewage Rush smelled so strongly that Dargon could smell it from about half a mile away. The scorpion didn't budge again. But Dargon knew he could see. Maybe if he took out its eyes he could mark this place for nuking and he could get away with his life. He switched his Nightmare to full automatic and shot one bullet at the scorpion. The scorpion turned after being hit in the tail. Dargon pulled the trigger and held. Bullets came ripping out of the barrel and into the eyes of the scorpion. Dargon looked up and saw all of the scorpion's popped eyes. The scorpion screamed in pain and Dargon ran as fast as he could to the rock.
"Dargon to base, I'm marking this place get ready to fire once I'm out of here."
"We hear you Dargon, mark it and we'll nuke it."
Dargon aimed his gun at the cave and turned on the marker. He sat for a minute until he heard it.
"Ok Dargon we've got it in our sights. Now get out of there."
Dargon ran a ways away and called.
"Ok, launch it."
Dargon looked into the distance and saw the nuke land. The explosion ripped out and the cave was destroyed. Dargon turned to walk away when he heard an irritated and angry buzz behind him.
HETLAH
Hetlah and his tribe stormed into the base and attacked. Zerg backup soon followed. Hetlah and three other tribe members created a combined spell. They cast a four Protoss spell, and energy bounded from the spot where they cast it. The energy sprung into a column into the sky. Hetlah called his men back. A disaster would soon strike the base. Fireballs started falling from the sky along with meteorites. The base was being destroyed right in front of them. Metal structures crumbled under the weight of the falling rocks and fireballs. The buildings started to catch on fire and burning down. Hetlah cast a shield spell on the group and marched back onto the battlefield. The fireballs and meteorites bounced off of the shield and landed on buildings. Terran marines charged into the shield and were killed by the group inside. Hetlah charged up his staff and let lose a lightning attack. The shield started to dissipate. Hetlah dropped back to the back of the group.
"Give me two minutes to charge my staff with energy. If you do then this battle will be over quick."
"We shall do our best brother."
Hetlah dropped to one knee. He started to mutter an incantation. Energy started to gather around the staff. The Terrans were starting to retake control of the battle. Hetlah had to this the right way and the quick way. He muttered the incantation faster. The energy around the staff started to screech with intensity.
"This is it! Protoss and Zerg brethren! Move from the way of the blast!"
The Zerg and Protoss ran. Hetlah screamed and let loose the energy. A giant beam of power went for ten miles obliterating everything in its path. It stretched twenty feet across and was ten feet high. A few zerglings and zealots were unable to get out of the way, but to Hetlah they were expendable. The battle was finished five minutes later, considering that the blast had killed about fifty percent of the remaining Terrans. After the battle Hetlah lay down beneath a Downtrim tree to relax. The blast had taken so much out of him. His energy was so low that it would not be at full for a week. That meant no high-powered spells. But the attack had to be done. Little did the other Protoss know there was a powerful weapon the Terrans were hiding six miles ahead. They had to march right into it and to there deaths. Sure it was just Dominion scraps that were leftover, but they didn't know the Dominion was dead, so they fought on. But it was good that he damaged it as he had done, they could take the base. They just had to hurry before the Terrans could repair it. If they didn't then his division would surely perish to this amazing weapon Duran told him about. All he knew was that it was a long-range weapon. It could probably fire about a mile. That may not sound far but it is for its size. Duran said that the weapon was some sort of bomb that spread like a sickness and that it was so small that the bomb could not be seen with just your eyes. Anyway, Hetlah knew not to mess with something like this, if he did, he would die.
THOMAS BRIDGES
The second Rush had died. Now was the time to make plans.
"Ok boys, any ideas?"
"I have one," Ywan said.
"What?"
"Well, this is a big city and there has to be a vehicle out of here. I figure there's a dropship around here somewhere. But only one of us can go, the others will probably have to hold back the Rush."
"Any volunteers boys?"
"I will," Thomas said. They all turned to him.
"You sure Bridges."
"Ya, if there's a way out I'll find it, trust me."
"Ok, fine. Bridges if you don't live, I just want you to know that you are a damned good soldier."
"Thank you sir."
"Don't leave just yet I have something for you." Nevikov walked over to the makeshift bunker and lifted out a rocket launcher. "This is for you, maybe it'll help you along the way."
"I'm sure it will sir."
Thomas started to run looking both ways for anything that could be of use to them. He ran for about another thirty minutes before he had to stop and take a break. As he breathed heavily, a thick fog started to roll over the city. Gunshots rang out through the city; at least they were still alive. Then he heard the low growls coming from the fog. Thomas lifted his gauss rifle and aimed toward the noise. The owner of the growl emerged from the fog. Then there were owners, five to be precise. Five zerglings emerged from the fog and circled around him. Thomas pulled out a grenade. He readied himself, his plan had to go off without a hitch. He pulled the pin and jumped. He vaulted over the zerglings and into a building. He used the building like a springboard and bounced off over the circle. He threw the grenade down and landed awkwardly outside the circle. The explosion rang out as the zerglings died. This all happened in about five seconds. Thomas could only hope that there weren't any more surprises that would make him do that stunt again up ahead. Thomas walked for a little while longer before he stopped in front of an air force base. Most of the ships were taken; they must have come here to evacuate the city. Only three dropships remained. One of them was the new model dropship, the F6- 3N5. It could hold sixteen marines instead of the usual eight; it was also equipped with numerous guns. One was a very powerful gatling gun. Another was a siege tank model Arclite Shock Cannon. Thomas walked to the gate it was locked. There was only one way in right now, Thomas stepped back and fired the rocket launcher. The gate exploded into a million pieces. He rushed for the F6 and jumped in. It was a good thing the keys were in. Thomas started it up and flew away looking for his comrades.
ALDORIS
The battle dragged on. Aldoris' mind was the red of fury and blood. Aldoris had lost control of his mind and was now on a mindless killing spree. Fifty good Protoss warriors had been murdered already by Aldoris' hand; some of them were of the New Conclave. Another zealot fell at Aldoris' feet. Blood spouted from where Aldoris had cut off the arm.
"Aldoris! I challenge you!"
Aldoris spun to see Zeratul. "You will fall Dark Templar heretic!" Aldoris charged at Zeratul.
Aldoris brought his axe down hard but missed and hit the ground. Zeratul slashed Aldoris across the stomach with his psi sword. He went at Aldoris again but Aldoris blocked with his axe. Zeratul kicked Aldoris in the stomach sending him reeling. Aldoris had a plan. Zeratul charged at Aldoris. He moved out of the way and they ended up on opposite to where they once were. Aldoris cast hallucination upon himself. Suddenly there was six of him. Six identical battle cries rang out as the hallucinations and Aldoris charged. Zeratul swung wildly at the fake Aldoris'. He managed to take out three but he couldn't find the real Aldoris. Zeratul fell back. Aldoris had him now. The three remaining Aldoris' slashed at the same time. Zeratul could only block one, but he picked the right choice. He blocked the true Aldoris. His sword came down on Aldoris' head, slicing him in two.
KILAROK
The medic and him sat down and had a couple drinks. Her name was Sara; she was actually nice for a Terran. Tomorrow they would start their assault on the Guardians. Kilarok could probably do this himself so he took off early. The Guardian nest lay just a few kilometers ahead of him. The Guardians were a renegade group so Kilarok didn't expect much of a battle. Besides, they couldn't hurt him they were only Guardians. Then Kilarok saw ahead and thought it had to be a hallucination. Ten Devourers lay stood between him and the nest. Kilarok was screwed now. He could handle four maybe five Devourers, but not ten. But he would have to try. Kilarok released his scout missiles and turned on his cloaking. He knew it wouldn't help as he saw a spore colony in the nest. The missiles flew from the hybrid killing one Devourer. The remaining nine shot acid at Kilarok. Five of the acid clumps hit him. But it was enough. Kilarok's hybrid was hurt bad. It seemed like it was the end of the line for Kilarok. Suddenly the Devourers started to explode. Kilarok looked back to see a fleet of scouts coming.
"Kilarok! You could've gotten yourself killed here. Consider these your fifteen other scouts. None that are destroyed will be replaced."
"That's fine, I'm just glad to be alive, now let's go kill those Guardians."
The Guardians were killed quickly since they can't attack air.
JACK THOMPSON
The marines arrived at the base the next day. Jack had to keep injecting it with knock out drugs every three hours. The creature needed to get to the base quick. It was coming to again so Jack injected it again. They were running low on the tranquilizers; they had only two doses left. Luckily the base would only be about another mile or two away. They ran for another twenty minutes and they finally reached the base. Well, what remained of the base. Something had totaled the base and burnt it to the ground. Jack walked forward and knelt down beside the ruins. This base was thirty square miles, the biggest on Aiur. Over two thousand soldiers were stationed here, all presumed dead. Jack was speechless at the destruction; his brother was stationed here. Now he was dead too. Jack picked up a handful of dirt and dropped it back on the ground. He clenched his fists and gave his orders.
"Men! We all had family stationed here! They are all dead now! Someone waltzed in here and killed our brothers and sisters." Jack bent down and picked up a zealot breastplate. It had been the Protoss! "Boys, the Protoss did this. I want this place searched for any survivors; kill any that you find!"
NICOTINE
He swooped down on the Protoss warrior. He dodged and shot a hot blue blast at him. Nicotine screeched his ear-piercing screech and landed. Nicotine pecked at the ground for the Protoss warrior, each time unsuccessfully. Nicotine was hit again by the blue blast. He took to the air again. Nicotine shook and droplets of poison flew from his toxic body. The Protoss warrior was hit. He fell to the ground; the threat was over.
GARY COSWELL
Gary led his troops to a hill overlooking a small Zerg hive cluster.
"Alright. Boys, we're going to rush this base with everything we've got.
"Sir yes sir," they all replied in unison."
The troops charged down the hill into the breach. Gauss rifles chattered, Zerg exploded, and grenades blew off. Gary knelt next to a hydralisk den. Gary planted five C4's on it. Gary pushed the button and the den exploded. He shot a few rounds at an oncoming hydralisk. The hydralisk exploded and Gary turned his attention to three zerglings coming for him. Gary threw a grenade at them. It exploded and the zerglings went with it. Gary fired his gun at the main Hive, as did six other marines, and one firebat. The hive exploded and the remaining Zerg were finished off quickly. Gary called six SCVs down here to start the construction of a new base. This was the first time that Gary thought it might be possible to win his tenth with just the men he had in over a week.
GRANASH
Granash charged but soon found himself not wanting to kill the other Zerg. He saw the same in the eyes of his brothers and sisters as well. They seemed to be losing their bloodlust. Granash felt the same. Granash stared down at the stripes on his arms. Instead of being it's normal color; it was now turning red! Kerrigan was slowly taking the brood over. Granash could do nothing but wait. It soon consumed him, and he lost his free spirit.
CHRIS FOX
Chris' vulture sped into darkness as the abandoned Command Center loomed in front of him. He reached it and got out of the vulture. Chris knelt by the door. He turned from his hiding spot and fired his silenced pistol at a mercenary standing in the doorway. The mercenary dropped in front of him. Chris charged further into the structure. Lights flickered above his head. Chris looked out from behind a wall to see eight mercenaries eating dinner. Chris sat down behind the wall to contemplate his options.
Another chapter done. Starcraft Bloodlines Part Three will be coming soon so prepare your characters.