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Thanks for the positive review! I blame some of those grammar faults on Microsoft word, I had it like that but it said it was wrong and I changed it, hmm, But thanks, I'll look out for that a lot more now.

Chapter 2: It's all a game to you people

Jeri sped along the desert terrain in a vulture. Someone else's, she wasn't able to finish repairing her own vulture the day before. So she had to promise one of the Pilot's she wouldn't trash it, not an easy thing to convince someone of, if they knew Jeri that is. And because of this (the lack of reckless driving) Jeri was having a substantially more boring day so far. It was early, around four in the morning. The sun had just come up, and it was already blazing hot. But she had showered this morning. Jeri didn't see any logic in showering before one fell asleep. Any ways, her clean-ness made the weather more bearable.

In the distance she could see the red flags that marked the camps boundary. Printed in the middle of them was the symbol for the Red Moon Faction. Jeri took great pride in her Faction, even if it was pretty low class. It still kicked ass. Low class is kick ass. She grinned.

"Here we are," Jeri said out loud as she brought the vehicle to a slow stop. She let it float stationary for a few seconds before de-activating it and letting it flop to the ground.

Cal Rodney stood up in his tank as it barreled through the sand. Well, as fast as an Arclite Siege Tank could move that is. He was the tank Commander, not of the squadron, but of this one particular war machine. His sunglasses sat on top of his shaggy blonde hair, he peered out into the burning distance, hand over his eyes,

"Don't smoke in my tank Private" the 22 year old tank commander said down into the vehicle while still looking forward. It was things like that that got him respect, the soldier didn't even light a match yet and Cal already knew he was about to start smoking, how? His men never knew. All they knew was that a 22 year old tank Commander was either promoted to that position because A, he was a great tactician, and a great soldier, or B, his commander was killed. But since the UED hadn't been in many a war of late, they doubted the last.

"Incline, upwards, about 200 yards ahead, get ready for a bumpy ride," Cal reported over the radio. He let his sunglasses slide back down over his eyes as he braced himself against the hatch of the massive tank.

Jeri had so far replaced two spider mines. She needed to finish today, why? Because she was supposed to have it done yesterday, but she decided to spend the day joy riding and being with Diesel.

"Wonder how his day is going," Jeri said under her breath, knowing he was probably bored stiff. He usually just patrols around base, sometimes an Officer will make him fetch a gear or tool or whatnot, but all in all Jeri was glad she was able to work in the Factory, it had air conditioning after all. Unfortunately she was unable to fly her Wraith unless they were attacked. Well, she didn't mind, it's a good thing Red Moon isn't being attacked.

"Wraith squadron Corona, move up, make our presence known, do NOT appear as hostile," The UED Wraith Pilots heard over their radios.

Diesel was walking between the Barracks and the Science lab, when out of nowhere he heard a roaring noise. He looked to she skies, he saw Check standing on top of the Command Center, well, until he vanished into thin air, the ghost was engaging his personal cloaking system, well he had good reason to be paranoid.

Then they came into visual range, six Wraiths, raking the sky back and forth.

Jeri could see dust being kicked up in the distance. She didn't know why but she went back to the Vulture to get her binoculars. She walked to the very edge of the incline and stared off into the distance, she could just see the dust. Now she looked through the Binoculars,

"The fuck?" Jeri said to herself. Row upon row of Arclite Siege tanks and Vultures thundered their ways towards her position.

"Fucking hell, the Combine is back," she assumed. The Kel Morian Combine, they were rivals with the Red Moon, bitter rivals, rivalry was just a nice word for resource war. The Kel Morian Combine ravaged planets for their resources, and the Red Moon wanted to keep the resources and put them to good use. There had been a series of skirmishes in the deserts of Mar Taro.

"No, no, it's too big to be the Combine," Jeri re-evaluated the scene unfolding in the lenses of her binoculars.

She raced back to the vulture. Put the binoculars in the compartment they originally were, and sped off.

Half hour later

"Mines, the next path is spider mined," Cal reported into the rest of 102nd Cavalry.

The sound of machines grinding to a halt filled the air, if they got to close the mines would uncover themselves and scurry towards the vehicles, the vultures would be destroyed, the tanks immobilized.

"Fuck," Cal said to himself as he took a drink from his canteen.

"Mine sweepers out and up front," Cal called into his radio. Moments later a few tanks with old-fashioned weed whacker-esque machines protruding from the front of their armor rolled up.

Cal placed earplugs in his ear and he watched the machine move forwards to clear a path in the mines.

"The easiest way is always spider mined," Cal said slinking back into his tank, incase shrapnel started flying. You know, anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Jeri slowly hovered back into the base, slightly leaning off the Vulture. Sub Machine Gun in hand she hopped off the vehicle and let it hit the ground as its engines disengaged. Jeri looked around, confused. There were Marines in colours she didn't recognize, there were Wraiths soaring overhead, and for some reason she now seriously doubted that the Combine was on their way.

Suddenly the air becomes alive with the droning of engines. A massive shadow cloaks the outpost. Jeri decides to look up, because everyone else seemed to be doing this. There in the sky floated a Behemoth class Battle Cruiser. With the initials UED painted on the sides, the fins, every conceivable place that would look good and deadly. Actually Jeri wasn't sure if it was paint she was looking at, wouldn't that get stripped off in space and upon entering atmosphere? Even if it was uber-paint, she doubted it. Her next thoughts were those questioning her for wondering if it was paint or not, while meanwhile her outpost was being occupied by a foreign force.

"Diesel," The thought popped into Jeri's head.

Diesel scraped past some Red Moon marines as he pushed his way through the growing crowd under the Battle Cruiser dominating the sky.

"Attention Red Moon Faction. This is the Captain of the Battle Cruiser Monarch, of the United Earth Directorate. As of now, the Red Moon Faction will be under our command. We have set up roll call stations in your command center. You will be required to report to these stations in order to receive your new duties and orders. Our presence here is of strict purpose. Eradicate the Zerg threat, and calm the Protoss rampage, we shall remain until peace is restored in the Koprulu sector." Abruptly, the echoing broadcast ceased.

Check walked through the halls of the Command Center. He glanced at a paper posted on the walls, it told him to go to the SCV manufacturing bay for roll call. Good, that was only just down the hall.

The SCV Manufacturing bay was brightly lit, Check didn't understand why it was, when most of the building wasn't, oh well.

Check gave the armor-less Marine behind the desk his serial number. Without a word the Marine gave the Ghost a few papers, Check flipped through them. He pushed his night vision goggles onto the top of his head and gave the Marine a cold stare.

"It's all a fucking game to you people,"