Hey didn't take to long to get this chapter up did it. Oh and sorry about
the problem with yu know writing the thing twice on chapter1. oh and taking
Onion()'s advice I've decided not to do script just good all fashion um...
normal I guess.
Disclaimer- As I sit in my white padded cell I plot to use my dark archon abilities to control the minds of the top Blizzard executives and finally control Starcraft. Maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but someday laughs maniacally
John Namtock was one of the newly formed UTD's (united terran defense) most skilled decrypters and yet he was stuck on a hunk of junk ship called the Omega 3. The Omega 3 was one of the older ships created after the historic "Battle of Char" to help combat the zerg threat. The Omega 3 was a triple large drop ship with two laser blasters and a bomb capacity of 4. When the ship was made it was the best there was but now with the Alpha 5 out it looked like it should be in a museum. "why do I always get the boring jobs" complained John to himself while looking at the usual blank message screen. "They didn't have to go and take solitaire off. I mean jeeze it was only one time that I messed up." Then suddenly the screen light turned on and a beeping noise signal a level 3 message. "Finally we got something good." John said enthusiastically clapping his hands together. The decrypter then preceded to quickly enter his name and password, with that the message began to play. First a picture of a man wearing the uniform of a lieutenant appeared then he began to speak. "This is Lieutenant Deltof commander of UTD wasteland base W39. We are in need of immediate assistance from any nearby forces. I repeat we are in need of immediate assistance from any nearby forces. Our base is being overrun by zerg and we estimate that we can only hold them for 15 more minutes. Please if you are hearing this send help." The man finished.
"Wow the commanders gonna wanna hear about this stat." Namtock spun around and immediately patched himself in to Commander Barnabus Hancock. "Commander Hancock are you there?" John asked as he got through. "Yes I'm here and this better be good because I'm eating my supper." Answered the annoyed commander . "Believe me sir" John continued "you're gonna want to hear this" "Hear what" asked a now curios commander Hancock. "This"
After the message played the commander began giving orders. "Wraith squads 1,2,and 3 will be escorting 8 fully loaded drop ships down to the wasteland base. Support will be given from my command ship and if necessary the omega 2. Omega 3 will stand by and wait for any more incoming transmissions. Oh and when the forces land Major Steward will take over. Everyone got that." "Wraith squad 1 check." "This is Wraith squad 2 check." "Wraith 3 check." "Drop ships are being loaded." "This is Major Stewart and I'm good to go." "Move out."
Sorry the chapter was short but I'm in the deans office at my school and damn am I pissed. My Spanish teacher thinks I insulted her and the dean wont let me go to class. Next chapter up soon ''
Disclaimer- As I sit in my white padded cell I plot to use my dark archon abilities to control the minds of the top Blizzard executives and finally control Starcraft. Maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but someday laughs maniacally
John Namtock was one of the newly formed UTD's (united terran defense) most skilled decrypters and yet he was stuck on a hunk of junk ship called the Omega 3. The Omega 3 was one of the older ships created after the historic "Battle of Char" to help combat the zerg threat. The Omega 3 was a triple large drop ship with two laser blasters and a bomb capacity of 4. When the ship was made it was the best there was but now with the Alpha 5 out it looked like it should be in a museum. "why do I always get the boring jobs" complained John to himself while looking at the usual blank message screen. "They didn't have to go and take solitaire off. I mean jeeze it was only one time that I messed up." Then suddenly the screen light turned on and a beeping noise signal a level 3 message. "Finally we got something good." John said enthusiastically clapping his hands together. The decrypter then preceded to quickly enter his name and password, with that the message began to play. First a picture of a man wearing the uniform of a lieutenant appeared then he began to speak. "This is Lieutenant Deltof commander of UTD wasteland base W39. We are in need of immediate assistance from any nearby forces. I repeat we are in need of immediate assistance from any nearby forces. Our base is being overrun by zerg and we estimate that we can only hold them for 15 more minutes. Please if you are hearing this send help." The man finished.
"Wow the commanders gonna wanna hear about this stat." Namtock spun around and immediately patched himself in to Commander Barnabus Hancock. "Commander Hancock are you there?" John asked as he got through. "Yes I'm here and this better be good because I'm eating my supper." Answered the annoyed commander . "Believe me sir" John continued "you're gonna want to hear this" "Hear what" asked a now curios commander Hancock. "This"
After the message played the commander began giving orders. "Wraith squads 1,2,and 3 will be escorting 8 fully loaded drop ships down to the wasteland base. Support will be given from my command ship and if necessary the omega 2. Omega 3 will stand by and wait for any more incoming transmissions. Oh and when the forces land Major Steward will take over. Everyone got that." "Wraith squad 1 check." "This is Wraith squad 2 check." "Wraith 3 check." "Drop ships are being loaded." "This is Major Stewart and I'm good to go." "Move out."
Sorry the chapter was short but I'm in the deans office at my school and damn am I pissed. My Spanish teacher thinks I insulted her and the dean wont let me go to class. Next chapter up soon ''