Disclaimer: I do not own StarCraft, although I wish I did. Blissard owns
it; all I own is the plot.
Warning: As promised, this chapter is much more violent and gory! Rated R for ikkyness.
Elsewhere in the planetary system, a Medic is finishing up healing a Marine after a particularly nasty skirmish against a rival for the resources there. The Marine smiles, thanks the Medic, then looks both ways and slips her a piece of paper, with an unit number and a comm. frequency scrawled onto it. The Medic looks at it, and blushes bright red, nodding and flicking the blast shield down over her head. The Marine, smiles more, and skips (Yes, skips. He's that happy) back to his post in the trench. The Medic turns back to her healing duties, getting three more offers like before, but politely turning them down.
The Marine whistles a happy tune as he leans against the earthen wall of the trench. Life couldn't be better, he's got a full clip of ammo, a few more kills and he gets promoted, and he just scored a date with the hottest girl in the base. He double-checks his ammo, just in case. Smiling, he returns to his walking patrol of the trench.
It takes the third gunshot, followed by a crunching sound, to pull the man from his dreaming. He turns the safety off his gauss rifle, and walks briskly towards the source of the gunshots. He sees three spent cartridges, and two trails of blood. One is human; the other he doesn't know what it is. The human trail appears to have been dragged. He switches on his communicator, and reports in the sighting, and the location, then readies his rifle, and follows the trail slowly, ears open for any sound. He rounds a corner, and enters a darkened bunker inset to the trench. He switches on his headlights, and immediately wished he hadn't.
In the middle of the room is what used to be his commanding officer. His head was turned into a bloody pulp from repeated stabbing with a very sharp object. One arm was beside the doorway, the other was lying beside what remains of the head. Of the body, chest down, no-one knows. The chest was carved open, several internal organs seemingly detonated, or removed. From the waist down, it simply was not there. To put it bluntly, the man was dead. Very dead.
The Marine turns his head and leans over, and adds more disgusting features to the room, accompanied by a retching sound. He makes sure the officer's killer is not in the room, then turns and runs as fast as he can back towards Headquarters.
The Marine bursts into the Command Centre, and promptly finds himself staring down the barrels of several gauss rifles, two handguns, and a C-10 canister rifle. For anyone that has stared down multiple barrels, they know that is not fun, even worse if one or more of the fingers on the guns is itchy.
The Marine quickly steps backwards, and stammers out his name and serial number. The guns move back to resting positions or back into their holsters, and the Marine breathes a sigh of relief. The commanding officer walks up to the Marine, "What is this all about, Private?" The Marine salutes quickly, "I was doing my rounds, sir, when I found Lieutenant Charlton.. I don't know how to describe it. He was..butchered."
The officer glares, "Describe it as best you can, Private." The Private nods, and begins to look a bit green at the cheeks, "Well, his head was a mass of pulp, like someone had stabbed it way to many times. His chest was torn open, or blown open, I'm not sure. His arms were not where they were supposed to be...And I couldn't find his legs from the waist down."
The officer's eyes dilate. "The Zerg, Here?! This has to be sent to High Command!" he whirls and points at a creepy-looking guy holding the canister rifle. "You! Get your sorry butt to the Comm. Centre right now! Tell them Code Red, Zerg have been here!" The officer turns back to the Marine, "And you! Good work! You'll get a medal for this..If we can keep this base secure long enough for reinforcements to arrive."
The Marine nods, salutes, and turns, shouldering his gauss rifle and trotting back to his post. "Great, I knew my luck wasn't gonna last." He stands around for ten minutes, and then it starts to rain heavily. "..Oh just great!" He hunkers down under an overhang, and looks around, wishing he had something to do.
He soon gets something to do, when the sounds of screaming, gunfire, and some unholy sounds trail down the trench towards him. He grabs his rifle, barks into his comm. that he has heard sounds of fighting, and is going to investigate, and runs as fast as he can towards the sounds.
He arrives on a battlefield, which should be in an area the size of a gym, but instead is in an area the size of a school classroom. Men and women are spread everywhere. Dead, dying, wounded, any that still have ammo are firing almost non-stop. Through this field of destruction, is a small swarm of aliens the size of large dogs, with large claws. Scattered among the Zerglings are several Hydralisks.
The gauss rifle is instantly brought up to bear, and he sprays a group of Zerglings with metal death. Several of them scream and fall over, twitching, while others are shoved by the bullets impacts, bleeding from multiple wounds, but still fighting. A Hydralisk turns from a Firebat it had just cleaved in two, and comes towards him, hissing like a giant pit viper. The Marine yells, a combination of rage and terror, and unloads the remains of his entire clip into the Hydralisk. The beast bellows in agony, its chest and face torn to shreds by the metal projectiles. It falls to the ground, nearly impaling his killer with one of the scythe-blade arms.
The Marine stumbles out of the way, cursing the bulky armour he's wearing. He soon starts blessing it, as a Zergling leaps and stabs him in the chest. The armour plating saved his life. He quickly blows the Zergling's head off, and jogs over to a group of his allies, where they can cover each other.
After a few more minutes of fighting, the Zerg are lying dead or dying, among many humans as well. The Marine radios in that they had engaged a force of Zerg, took moderate losses, but are victorious. He turns and barks out "Everyone! Get the wounded to the med centre, and the dead to the morgue. Grab any weapons and ammo you need, then get to a bunker and fortify it! We gotta hold our ground till reinforcements arrive!"
Five minutes of white-knuckled waiting later, there is another scream, and a shout wafts to the bunker where the Marine is crouched. "We're under attack! I repeat we are under att-" The Marine stands up and starts to go assist, but he stops when he sees three other marines rush by to help. He goes to sit back down, when he hears more screaming, and the three marines, along with the remaining survivors, come rushing back, firing as they run at some unseen pursuer.
The Marine leaps up and runs to the door, and turns to see what had scared them so much. He finds out, and screams and runs himself. Charging down the corridor, followed by a scorpion-like monster, is a wave of Zerglings. He runs as fast as his bulky armour can run, and wishes he had a flame thrower or even a grenade.
He comes upon a large group of allies, hunkered down behind boxes. He takes a leaping dive over them, quite a feat in that heavy armour, screaming "Open fire! Open fire!" as he passes. The men open up as soon as he's clear, and the Zerglings are massacred. The Scorpion-thing takes a hit on the abdomen, shrieks, and retreats back towards the front lines.
The Marine stands up, and looks around. He's in front of the Command Center, and there are many more people around him, all nervous and twitchy. This doesn't look good, the Zerg have forced them back into a defensive position around their main buildings.
Suddenly, a man standing beside him starts to scream, but it's cut off almost before he even starts, as his head explodes, spraying the inside of his helmet with entrails. Two spider-like creatures crawl out of the falling corpse, and pounce on one of the FireBats. The man starts clawing at them and screaming, as they attempt to stab his body with two long, piercing mouthparts.
Screams seem to come from everywhere, as suddenly Zerglings and Hydralisks pour over the top lip of the trench-corridors like a living wave. Men are slaughtered, torn apart by the sheer number of Zerg.
The Marine stands in the doorway of the Command Center, and peppers the Zerg with bullets. He sees the dropships appearing with reinforcements, and is just about to let out a whoop of happiness, when the three ships are slammed by several small flying Zerg. The ships explode in giant fireballs, littering the battlefield with flaming debris, causing more Zerg casualties.
The Marine turns to run into the Command Center, and sees a Hydralisk finish killing the Commanding Officers after slipping in through a window. The Hydralisk hisses and lunges, catching the Marine while he's re-loading. The man whirls with e blow, and falls to the ground. With his one good eye, he spots the Medic, screaming and running towards him, a solid wall of Zerg behind her.
Then everything goes black.
Warning: As promised, this chapter is much more violent and gory! Rated R for ikkyness.
Elsewhere in the planetary system, a Medic is finishing up healing a Marine after a particularly nasty skirmish against a rival for the resources there. The Marine smiles, thanks the Medic, then looks both ways and slips her a piece of paper, with an unit number and a comm. frequency scrawled onto it. The Medic looks at it, and blushes bright red, nodding and flicking the blast shield down over her head. The Marine, smiles more, and skips (Yes, skips. He's that happy) back to his post in the trench. The Medic turns back to her healing duties, getting three more offers like before, but politely turning them down.
The Marine whistles a happy tune as he leans against the earthen wall of the trench. Life couldn't be better, he's got a full clip of ammo, a few more kills and he gets promoted, and he just scored a date with the hottest girl in the base. He double-checks his ammo, just in case. Smiling, he returns to his walking patrol of the trench.
It takes the third gunshot, followed by a crunching sound, to pull the man from his dreaming. He turns the safety off his gauss rifle, and walks briskly towards the source of the gunshots. He sees three spent cartridges, and two trails of blood. One is human; the other he doesn't know what it is. The human trail appears to have been dragged. He switches on his communicator, and reports in the sighting, and the location, then readies his rifle, and follows the trail slowly, ears open for any sound. He rounds a corner, and enters a darkened bunker inset to the trench. He switches on his headlights, and immediately wished he hadn't.
In the middle of the room is what used to be his commanding officer. His head was turned into a bloody pulp from repeated stabbing with a very sharp object. One arm was beside the doorway, the other was lying beside what remains of the head. Of the body, chest down, no-one knows. The chest was carved open, several internal organs seemingly detonated, or removed. From the waist down, it simply was not there. To put it bluntly, the man was dead. Very dead.
The Marine turns his head and leans over, and adds more disgusting features to the room, accompanied by a retching sound. He makes sure the officer's killer is not in the room, then turns and runs as fast as he can back towards Headquarters.
The Marine bursts into the Command Centre, and promptly finds himself staring down the barrels of several gauss rifles, two handguns, and a C-10 canister rifle. For anyone that has stared down multiple barrels, they know that is not fun, even worse if one or more of the fingers on the guns is itchy.
The Marine quickly steps backwards, and stammers out his name and serial number. The guns move back to resting positions or back into their holsters, and the Marine breathes a sigh of relief. The commanding officer walks up to the Marine, "What is this all about, Private?" The Marine salutes quickly, "I was doing my rounds, sir, when I found Lieutenant Charlton.. I don't know how to describe it. He was..butchered."
The officer glares, "Describe it as best you can, Private." The Private nods, and begins to look a bit green at the cheeks, "Well, his head was a mass of pulp, like someone had stabbed it way to many times. His chest was torn open, or blown open, I'm not sure. His arms were not where they were supposed to be...And I couldn't find his legs from the waist down."
The officer's eyes dilate. "The Zerg, Here?! This has to be sent to High Command!" he whirls and points at a creepy-looking guy holding the canister rifle. "You! Get your sorry butt to the Comm. Centre right now! Tell them Code Red, Zerg have been here!" The officer turns back to the Marine, "And you! Good work! You'll get a medal for this..If we can keep this base secure long enough for reinforcements to arrive."
The Marine nods, salutes, and turns, shouldering his gauss rifle and trotting back to his post. "Great, I knew my luck wasn't gonna last." He stands around for ten minutes, and then it starts to rain heavily. "..Oh just great!" He hunkers down under an overhang, and looks around, wishing he had something to do.
He soon gets something to do, when the sounds of screaming, gunfire, and some unholy sounds trail down the trench towards him. He grabs his rifle, barks into his comm. that he has heard sounds of fighting, and is going to investigate, and runs as fast as he can towards the sounds.
He arrives on a battlefield, which should be in an area the size of a gym, but instead is in an area the size of a school classroom. Men and women are spread everywhere. Dead, dying, wounded, any that still have ammo are firing almost non-stop. Through this field of destruction, is a small swarm of aliens the size of large dogs, with large claws. Scattered among the Zerglings are several Hydralisks.
The gauss rifle is instantly brought up to bear, and he sprays a group of Zerglings with metal death. Several of them scream and fall over, twitching, while others are shoved by the bullets impacts, bleeding from multiple wounds, but still fighting. A Hydralisk turns from a Firebat it had just cleaved in two, and comes towards him, hissing like a giant pit viper. The Marine yells, a combination of rage and terror, and unloads the remains of his entire clip into the Hydralisk. The beast bellows in agony, its chest and face torn to shreds by the metal projectiles. It falls to the ground, nearly impaling his killer with one of the scythe-blade arms.
The Marine stumbles out of the way, cursing the bulky armour he's wearing. He soon starts blessing it, as a Zergling leaps and stabs him in the chest. The armour plating saved his life. He quickly blows the Zergling's head off, and jogs over to a group of his allies, where they can cover each other.
After a few more minutes of fighting, the Zerg are lying dead or dying, among many humans as well. The Marine radios in that they had engaged a force of Zerg, took moderate losses, but are victorious. He turns and barks out "Everyone! Get the wounded to the med centre, and the dead to the morgue. Grab any weapons and ammo you need, then get to a bunker and fortify it! We gotta hold our ground till reinforcements arrive!"
Five minutes of white-knuckled waiting later, there is another scream, and a shout wafts to the bunker where the Marine is crouched. "We're under attack! I repeat we are under att-" The Marine stands up and starts to go assist, but he stops when he sees three other marines rush by to help. He goes to sit back down, when he hears more screaming, and the three marines, along with the remaining survivors, come rushing back, firing as they run at some unseen pursuer.
The Marine leaps up and runs to the door, and turns to see what had scared them so much. He finds out, and screams and runs himself. Charging down the corridor, followed by a scorpion-like monster, is a wave of Zerglings. He runs as fast as his bulky armour can run, and wishes he had a flame thrower or even a grenade.
He comes upon a large group of allies, hunkered down behind boxes. He takes a leaping dive over them, quite a feat in that heavy armour, screaming "Open fire! Open fire!" as he passes. The men open up as soon as he's clear, and the Zerglings are massacred. The Scorpion-thing takes a hit on the abdomen, shrieks, and retreats back towards the front lines.
The Marine stands up, and looks around. He's in front of the Command Center, and there are many more people around him, all nervous and twitchy. This doesn't look good, the Zerg have forced them back into a defensive position around their main buildings.
Suddenly, a man standing beside him starts to scream, but it's cut off almost before he even starts, as his head explodes, spraying the inside of his helmet with entrails. Two spider-like creatures crawl out of the falling corpse, and pounce on one of the FireBats. The man starts clawing at them and screaming, as they attempt to stab his body with two long, piercing mouthparts.
Screams seem to come from everywhere, as suddenly Zerglings and Hydralisks pour over the top lip of the trench-corridors like a living wave. Men are slaughtered, torn apart by the sheer number of Zerg.
The Marine stands in the doorway of the Command Center, and peppers the Zerg with bullets. He sees the dropships appearing with reinforcements, and is just about to let out a whoop of happiness, when the three ships are slammed by several small flying Zerg. The ships explode in giant fireballs, littering the battlefield with flaming debris, causing more Zerg casualties.
The Marine turns to run into the Command Center, and sees a Hydralisk finish killing the Commanding Officers after slipping in through a window. The Hydralisk hisses and lunges, catching the Marine while he's re-loading. The man whirls with e blow, and falls to the ground. With his one good eye, he spots the Medic, screaming and running towards him, a solid wall of Zerg behind her.
Then everything goes black.