Disclaimer: I don't own Starcraft, so please don't sue me.
New Heroes
It's been 20 years. 20 years since the zerg made themselves known to the human race, and in that time, many things have changed. Jim Raynor, the last of all human hope, died on what was supposed to be the final battle with the ruthless and merciless zerg. Using his battleship, The Hyperion, he was able to destroy Sarah Kerrigan but at the cost of his own life, like Tassadar had killed the Overmind before. But sadly, though, it was in vein. Because out of the ashes that was the reign of Kerrigan rose a new Overmind, and this one learned from the mistakes of its predecessors. But also, out of the ashes came a new enemy, who was also a new hero. This is his story.
"This is Wraith Squad 210 reporting in and requesting permission to dock. Over." said a Wraith pilot.
"Permission granted, Wraith Squad 210. You must now dock inside the battleship Redemption and drop off your cargo." said a woman over the intercom.
"That's good to hear. I can't wait to drop off this Valkyrie and be done with it." commented the pilot
"Watch what you're saying. 'He' could be listening." said the woman on the intercom.
"Don't worry, this is a private conversation. He can't hear us." said the pilot
"Don't be to sure of that, fly boy." said a different male voice
"Um...uh oh." said the now embarrassed pilot
"You can put yourself down for a week of dish duty." said the same male with a hint of amusement in his voice
After that, the CF/A-19 Wraith fighters separated and went into their own respective docking areas. They looked pretty much the same as the old CF/A- 17s, with the difference that the bottom 'wing' was removed in favor of more docking space. While they were reduced to having only two burst laser guns, instead, now they had an extra set of air-to-air missiles. The mechanics swarmed over the fighters as they fixed them. However, most of the other people were standing in front of the Valkyrie as it docked.
"Do you believe the rumors? Is he really like...that?" asked a very nicely dressed middle aged man.
"Don't know. Can't say I've met him before." said one of the other men
After the frigate docked, a hatch on the bottom opened and out walked a lone man. He was easily 6 ft tall, probably more. Instead of having hair, he had medusa-like spikes on his head. However, most of his other features were human. Well, almost: the black sword-like parts on his arms that went up into his forearms were all BUT human.
The men and women that were standing there had no idea what to do. They had never seen something like this. Shock and revulsion were everyone's dominant emotions at the sight of him. Well, to all of the humans, that is.
"Well, you all don't have to say hi at once." commented the man
"It is nice to finally see you again, Brett." said Zeratul
"You too, Zeratul." said Brett as he embraced the protoss
"So, how went the battle?" asked Zeratul as he and Brett started walking down the halls of the ship
"We lost six good men on that." said Brett, saddened
"Casualties are a part of war, yet their deaths are regrettable indeed." said Zeratul
"I'm going to inform the families." said Brett
"I think it is best that you would get some rest, first." said Zeratul
"Alright. Good night, Zeratul." said Brett as he walked to the barracks.
As he walked away, Zeratul couldn't help but feel like a father figure to Brett. He would be ready to put his life on the line to protect him if necessary.
"What a freak." said one of the men who saw him come out.
In an instant, Zeratul was holding the man by his shirt's sleeve, his eyes showing great anger.
"Say that again in front of me and you will regret it." said Zeratul
Zeratul dropped the frightened man and stormed off.
Well I suppose some of you might recognize this from my earlier fic. Well you're right, except this time, I rewrote it and I hope you all like it.
New Heroes
It's been 20 years. 20 years since the zerg made themselves known to the human race, and in that time, many things have changed. Jim Raynor, the last of all human hope, died on what was supposed to be the final battle with the ruthless and merciless zerg. Using his battleship, The Hyperion, he was able to destroy Sarah Kerrigan but at the cost of his own life, like Tassadar had killed the Overmind before. But sadly, though, it was in vein. Because out of the ashes that was the reign of Kerrigan rose a new Overmind, and this one learned from the mistakes of its predecessors. But also, out of the ashes came a new enemy, who was also a new hero. This is his story.
"This is Wraith Squad 210 reporting in and requesting permission to dock. Over." said a Wraith pilot.
"Permission granted, Wraith Squad 210. You must now dock inside the battleship Redemption and drop off your cargo." said a woman over the intercom.
"That's good to hear. I can't wait to drop off this Valkyrie and be done with it." commented the pilot
"Watch what you're saying. 'He' could be listening." said the woman on the intercom.
"Don't worry, this is a private conversation. He can't hear us." said the pilot
"Don't be to sure of that, fly boy." said a different male voice
"Um...uh oh." said the now embarrassed pilot
"You can put yourself down for a week of dish duty." said the same male with a hint of amusement in his voice
After that, the CF/A-19 Wraith fighters separated and went into their own respective docking areas. They looked pretty much the same as the old CF/A- 17s, with the difference that the bottom 'wing' was removed in favor of more docking space. While they were reduced to having only two burst laser guns, instead, now they had an extra set of air-to-air missiles. The mechanics swarmed over the fighters as they fixed them. However, most of the other people were standing in front of the Valkyrie as it docked.
"Do you believe the rumors? Is he really like...that?" asked a very nicely dressed middle aged man.
"Don't know. Can't say I've met him before." said one of the other men
After the frigate docked, a hatch on the bottom opened and out walked a lone man. He was easily 6 ft tall, probably more. Instead of having hair, he had medusa-like spikes on his head. However, most of his other features were human. Well, almost: the black sword-like parts on his arms that went up into his forearms were all BUT human.
The men and women that were standing there had no idea what to do. They had never seen something like this. Shock and revulsion were everyone's dominant emotions at the sight of him. Well, to all of the humans, that is.
"Well, you all don't have to say hi at once." commented the man
"It is nice to finally see you again, Brett." said Zeratul
"You too, Zeratul." said Brett as he embraced the protoss
"So, how went the battle?" asked Zeratul as he and Brett started walking down the halls of the ship
"We lost six good men on that." said Brett, saddened
"Casualties are a part of war, yet their deaths are regrettable indeed." said Zeratul
"I'm going to inform the families." said Brett
"I think it is best that you would get some rest, first." said Zeratul
"Alright. Good night, Zeratul." said Brett as he walked to the barracks.
As he walked away, Zeratul couldn't help but feel like a father figure to Brett. He would be ready to put his life on the line to protect him if necessary.
"What a freak." said one of the men who saw him come out.
In an instant, Zeratul was holding the man by his shirt's sleeve, his eyes showing great anger.
"Say that again in front of me and you will regret it." said Zeratul
Zeratul dropped the frightened man and stormed off.
Well I suppose some of you might recognize this from my earlier fic. Well you're right, except this time, I rewrote it and I hope you all like it.