They sit on the benches in the troop carrier waiting to meet their death
with the zerg. The commanding officer walks up and down the aisle as if he
is about to give one of those long and boring speeches that are supposed to
boost troop morale. Not surprisingly he does.
"Alright, you are about to enter a combat zone that has been hot since last week. We have been sending in men since it started. I am afraid that you are last group to go in. Yes there are about ten other troop carriers fly with us, but we had been sending in twenty at a time before hand." He says, "but they were green, your guys are veterans. You know how to deal with the zerg, and correct me if I'm wrong, but all of you survived the assault on Prima Base, and that was no easy task."
The rumble of combat breaks through the walls of the carrier and shrapnel hits the sides of the vehicle. The commanding officer and the troops become aware of their arrival to the zone of conflict.
"Alright men, get ready take your positions."
"Ha ha, lets kick some zerg butt" a strange faced marine yells out.
"Ok," the commander says taking control again "here is how well empty out. Exit by four long and two deep, I want space between each group. There are enough men here to make four groups. Alright, lock and load."
The piercing sounds of explosions from far of siege tanks breech the hull of the craft. The vibrations of the carrier slowing rattle the troops from stand still. The vehicle hits the ground with a jolt. The gate on the troop carrier drops, and a hail of spines from hydralisks hit the front line.
Some spines puncture suits but not coming close to skin. Others smash in the faces of marines. One of the front line marines gets it in the throat and spews up blood before bleeding to death.
Only three of the first wave even make it out of the carrier before getting pummeled by another wave of spines and lose another man. The second wave runs out of the carrier screaming the name of some planet lost to the zerg forces. Several die in the charge.
The third wave follows the second's example except this time opening fire as the exit. More of the marines die in the charge. Falling to join the bodies of men from the first week of attacks.
The fourth wave runs out of the vehicle with a force and the commander joins them. Running at a speed that is unsurpassed by any marine on the current field they pass up what remains of the second group. Launching lead and grenades from their gauss rifles they manage to get closer to the base than any of the marines that are left alive. They charge through the zerg base, grouped in fours that are back to back with each other slowly making their way to the zerg hatchery. Then the onslaught begins. They start falling one after another. The commander and his group of five fall under the attack of an infested terran. The other group of four loses three men to zerglings.
The remaining marine fights on, letting his gun blaze at the zerg. They fall under his rain of metal one after another. He continues to fire even though there are no more zerg left. His rifle lets loose the lead until finally running out.
The lone marine drops to his knees and begins to hyperventilate. A few words on his power suit acknowledge him as being private Jason "Frag 'em" Taggem.
"Alright, you are about to enter a combat zone that has been hot since last week. We have been sending in men since it started. I am afraid that you are last group to go in. Yes there are about ten other troop carriers fly with us, but we had been sending in twenty at a time before hand." He says, "but they were green, your guys are veterans. You know how to deal with the zerg, and correct me if I'm wrong, but all of you survived the assault on Prima Base, and that was no easy task."
The rumble of combat breaks through the walls of the carrier and shrapnel hits the sides of the vehicle. The commanding officer and the troops become aware of their arrival to the zone of conflict.
"Alright men, get ready take your positions."
"Ha ha, lets kick some zerg butt" a strange faced marine yells out.
"Ok," the commander says taking control again "here is how well empty out. Exit by four long and two deep, I want space between each group. There are enough men here to make four groups. Alright, lock and load."
The piercing sounds of explosions from far of siege tanks breech the hull of the craft. The vibrations of the carrier slowing rattle the troops from stand still. The vehicle hits the ground with a jolt. The gate on the troop carrier drops, and a hail of spines from hydralisks hit the front line.
Some spines puncture suits but not coming close to skin. Others smash in the faces of marines. One of the front line marines gets it in the throat and spews up blood before bleeding to death.
Only three of the first wave even make it out of the carrier before getting pummeled by another wave of spines and lose another man. The second wave runs out of the carrier screaming the name of some planet lost to the zerg forces. Several die in the charge.
The third wave follows the second's example except this time opening fire as the exit. More of the marines die in the charge. Falling to join the bodies of men from the first week of attacks.
The fourth wave runs out of the vehicle with a force and the commander joins them. Running at a speed that is unsurpassed by any marine on the current field they pass up what remains of the second group. Launching lead and grenades from their gauss rifles they manage to get closer to the base than any of the marines that are left alive. They charge through the zerg base, grouped in fours that are back to back with each other slowly making their way to the zerg hatchery. Then the onslaught begins. They start falling one after another. The commander and his group of five fall under the attack of an infested terran. The other group of four loses three men to zerglings.
The remaining marine fights on, letting his gun blaze at the zerg. They fall under his rain of metal one after another. He continues to fire even though there are no more zerg left. His rifle lets loose the lead until finally running out.
The lone marine drops to his knees and begins to hyperventilate. A few words on his power suit acknowledge him as being private Jason "Frag 'em" Taggem.