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Travel, compared to back when this war first started, had become relatively quick. What would have taken a week to do before was easily reduced to a few hours.

Everything was going fine, that is until they finally arrived on Shakuras. The Overmind's Zerg had arrived.

"Sir, the Zerg have overrun Shakuras. Looks like we chose a perfect timing." said the woman at the radar station.

"Move in the Tassadar and launch all of the fighters. Have all of the Marines shipped groundside." said Brett

"That last command will not be necessary." said the A. I.

In remembrance of the real Tassadar, the A.I. of the ship was designed to look like the hero, from which it took its name.

"Mind if I ask why?" demanded Brett

"Simple: Because I have conversed with my comrades and the overlords that were supposed to drop off the ground forces have already been destroyed. However there are a small number of Snakelisks that have already attached themselves to our Battlecruisers." said Tassadar.

"How many and which ships?" asked Brett, as he looked through the viewport.

The Snakelisk had been created when Earth was overrun. It was originally the Texas Rattle Snake converted to be a new type of troopship. It would literally bite into a ship, where the poison gland had been converted into acid producers, and literally melt there way through the hull and deploy its contents inside the infected ship, in hopes that it would overtake the ship and destroy it from the inside.

"There are three ships, each ship has two attached to it and they have deployed their forces." explained Tassadar, "Two of them have already eliminated the forces. However one of them is being overrun."

"Which one?" asked Brett.

Tassadar just brought his head down and said "The Redemption."

'Melissa is on that ship.' thought Brett.

"What is being done to save it?" asked Brett.

"General Caesar has ordered that we are to leave the ship alone." said Tassadar

"Ignore that over-inflated wind bag. Listen up, everyone. We're going to help the Redemption from those oversized bugs." ordered Brett, "I want every available Marine to get in a dropship within five minutes. Whoever's not ready by then will be left behind, and God knows how much marines hate to be left behind."

By the time the deadline was up, every Marine that was on the ship was in position on his dropship, fully loaded with heavy equipment and weaponry. The fact that they even had half of their forces ready by that time shocked even Brett. It was also weird that they had a sudden shortage in stimpacks.

"Launch." ordered Brett, while inside a dropship's cockpit.

When all fifteen dropships launched, Brett took a look outside to see how the space battle was going. Scattered everywhere were the bodies of both friends and foes. Wraiths, or what was left of them, were scattered everywhere. Protoss scouts, what few were killed, looked like they could be salvaged, but of course they would probably not be. However, what littered space the most was zerg: from Mutalisks, to Devourers, to Guardians, and Sharktons, a fairly recent breed of zerg.

The Sharktons' origins could be traced back in the same way as the Snakelisk, namely that it too came from Earth, when it was overrun. Its swift speed allowed it to destroy turrets on large capital ships; it also had a fearsome reputation as a great anti-fighter unit. It could either take out fighters with its massive jaws or it could use its own version of spines and launch them with what used to be their gills. It's also been highly known as the hydralisk of the sky.

"Alright, everyone. We're going into a hostile ship and we have no idea how many bugs are left when we arrive. Could be ten or a thousand. The moral of the story is to keep your eyes open and not to let them get to the engine room at ALL costs. Do you get me?" said Brett.

"We get you, sir," yelled all of the Marines.

"Alright, that's what I like to hear. Everyone, move out!" commanded Brett

After Brett said that, the bay doors opened into a major firefight. All around, there were Zerglings running around, unchecked.

"Alright, people. Get'em full of lead." ordered Brett

All of the Phase Rifles fired at once. The mini blue orbs that came from them burned their way through the zerg-hardened carapaces and into their soft organs. Most of the zerg went down on the first wave, and the rest tried to get into the dropships, only to meet their deaths.

"Pair up by threes and use your scanners. If you see something that isn't friendly, shoot first and never ask questions," said Brett

"What about you, sir?" asked one of the male Marines.

"I'm going to head up to the bridge and see if I can clear a few pesky Zerg along the way. The rest of you know what to do." said Brett

"Yes, sir." yelled the Marines, as they ran out of the docking bay.

Brett started running toward the bridge in hopes that Melissa was already there. However, along the way there, he ran into many Zerg. All along the way, there were Zergling sliced in half and Hydralisks with holes in their hard heads. However, nothing would have prepared him for what happened on the bridge. All around, there were human and protoss bodies mutilated in the worse possible way for anyone to die. However, there was only a single Marine left and she was fighting hard just to stay alive; it was Melissa.

Melissa's rifle ammo had already been depleted and had been left with her Automatic pistol. With the help of careful aiming, she was able bring down a Zergling with a single shot. However, like all weapons, this too ran out of ammunition. A Zergling jumped and readied its sickle-like spines.

'This is it, it's over.' thought Melissa

Well, that's it and I hope you enjoy it. Now, for some bad news, you see, since I've entered the military I won't be able to write the next few chapters. Anyway, bad news aside, please be a responsible reader and review.