Disclaimer: I own none of the StarCraft stuff.

Author's Note: I tried to do a better job this time around.

"Strap your selves in boys!" said a Dropship pilot. "Are you ready to go Wraiths?" The Dropships were hanging in midair, there engines whining in protest.

"This is Gold Squadron Leader, Lord Brocktree, calling Dropship Leader, we are all systems go!" The Wraiths dropped out of the detaining clamps that were holding them in place.

"Launch!" yelled a Dropship pilot as all of the ships lurched forward.

"Roger! Gold Squadron report in!" I yelled, launching. Screaming out of the base the Wraiths formed a typical V-Pattern.

"This Gold Seven reporting in."

"Wheel thees is Gould Ten 'port'n in." said a person in a southern accent.

"Zees ids Zold Zree."

"Gold Twelve, all systens go."

"This ees Gold Six report'n."

"Gold Four ready to go!"

"Gold Two! All green."

"Gold Nine standing by."

"Gold Five, ready."

"Gold Eight, gimme your order,"

"Gold Eleven reporting in.

"All right, prep your weapon systems, we'll be over a Protoss Camp in two hours. And we've got to make sure those Dropships get there fine and let out their cargo." I settled in for my long wait, closing my eyes and sparking up a cigarette. I reached behind me and pulled out a datapad. I flipped it open and began to play some sort of card game on it.

A hiss of static broke the comm silence twenty minutes outside the 'Toss encampment. "Sir, I've got a funny reading, I've got twenty Zerg on my sensors." Reported Gold Six.

"Roger that Gold Six. Keep your eyes open." I flipped on my long-range scanners and warmed up my missile guidance systems.

"There they are!" bellowed Gold Eleven.

"There camp is bigger than expected, break up into attack groups." I ordered then pulled my craft hard to the right. I locked onto a Mutalisk and squeezed off three laser bursts. The first two hit the Mutalisk on the back and the third sheered off a wing.

"Gold Group, ten corsairs, coming in at ten o' clock."

"I don't see them!"

"They're right behind you! Take up evasive maneuvers Gold Ten, head to Mark Oh-Five, I'll cover for you!"

"I can make it!"

"There's a few Photon Cannons up head! Head-"

"Yaaaaaarrrr-" screamed Gold Ten as he blew up.

"Gold Eleven and Twelve, turn to Mark Four. And protect those Dropships."

"Roger Gold Leader."

"Gold leader we can't take much more of this! Get over here, we need help- Hull Breach! All crew evacu-" Dropship ten exploded and sent fragments everywhere into the air, filling it with whistling shrapnel.

"Dropships, how much longer to the drop point?" I asked, no longer sparing the time to calculate it.

"Two more minutes." Returned one of them.

"Attack Squad leaders how many Wraiths we lost?"

"Five, and two Wraiths damaged, one can't fire."

"Great now what is that? Break off attack! All groups pull up!"

"But Gold Leader, we're almost there!"

"Pull up!" I reread my scanner, I wasn't wrong.

Around the drop point Five Yamato Cannon Blats hit the ground.

"Now go! Reinforcements are here!" I blasted forward gunning my engines to the max.

"Thanks Gold Leader!"

"Get those Marines on the ground now!"

Suddenly twenty-four Wraiths flew out of nowhere and attack the Zerg and Protoss. I opened a comm. channel with the flight leaders. "Unidentified Wraiths, this is Lord Brocktree of Gold Squadron. Report in. I repeat, this is Lord Brocktree of Gold Squadron. Report in.

"Lord Brocktree this is Zach, we are commencing screening maneuvers. See those Dropships down."

I clicked my comm. in response and continued onward. Twisting over the ground I loosed two missiles at a Photon Cannon and blew it to pieces. The twenty-three dropships blasted in, and began to drop altitude.

A dragoon seized upon this opportunity and stepped around the corner. He flipped his gun up and ripped three holes through a dropship. It fell from the sky and smacked into a building, vaporizing it and the building in the process. Gold Six swung around and fired lasers off towards it.

Only one hit and it only blew the Dragoon's leg off. Blue liquid seeped out and soaked it thoroughly. It still managed to fire off a few rounds, one impacted on the back off Gold Six.

Two of his engines failed and he lost altitude quickly, dropping like a stone. I flipped back and blew the Dragoon to pieces, smiling as the blue goo sprayed everywhere as the Dragoon flapped about in its final moments.

If you have ever heard the saying 'He would cut off his own nose just to spite his own face.' That is how the Dragoon felt, it could survived on its emergency systems for a little while, but it would rather die than let the one who killed it escape. The last shot impacted on my cockpit, blowing out all my systems.

I followed the path set by my underling, trailing smoke and falling from the sky.

I wrestled with the controls, fighting to stay in the air. My bottom wing hit a tree and splintered off, pushing me into a forward roll.

A second later I hit the ground, somehow pointed up. One of my missiles misfired and screamed straight up and impacted on an Overlord. I smiled.

I reached over and hit the canopy eject button. Five small charges blew it off and right into a tree. I undid my buckles and reached behind me; I pulled out a pistol and three clips.

Jumping free from the craft I landed in a small poof of dirt. I cocked my pistol and jammed the other clips into my flight suit. I walked underneath the Wraith and pressed a big red button under the cockpit. A backpack fell free and landed on my foot. I grimaced and hopped up and down cursing.

I slung the pack over my shoulder and pulled out the PDA. After a moment it pointed to a direction off to the right. I set off, PDA in my left hand and my pistol in the right.

After an hour or more of walking through the thick forest I came upon another crashed Wraith with Gold Six sitting on the right wing. I decided to have some fun and I flanked him. As I approached behind him I stepped on a stick, causing him to twist around and put the pistol right in my forehead.

He quickly pulled it back looking embarrassed. "I was thinking." He hopped off the wing and onto the ground.

"We need to head to the 'Toss base, the battle should be over soon, and if we hurry we can make it before sunset."

He raised no protest and I set off with him in tow.

After three hours of walking we decided to take a rest. I found a stump and sat down. Gold Six was rambling on about something or another when the two Zerglings broke through the trees.

I pulled out my pistol and put four rounds in the lead Zerglings eye. He screeched as he lunged forward. I rolled off the stump and watch as he sailed over me. Once his belly was exposed I emptied seven rounds into it. The Zergling landed in a lump. He staggered up and managed a weak cry. He then belched blood and collapsed. The other Zergling that Gold Six was dealing with had a stick shoved down its throat. How this happened I can't tell you.

"Nasty little buggers." Commented Gold Six as he pulled out the stick. It dripped with blood and the Zergling's mouth suddenly became a fountain as liters of blood poured out. After a second it tapered off and nothing else happened. I turned around as the Zergling I was dealing with crooned again.

"What the-?" I walked over to it and kicked it on its back. The bullet holes were healing as the Zergling tried to repair its self. I scoffed and put the pistol in the hole that used to be its eye. I jammed it as far up as it would go and squeezed off the last two rounds.

I pulled it out specked with gray matter. "Ugg… Tha-" My PDA suddenly began to wail. I pulled it free and pressed the button flashing on the screen.

I smiled and danced about. "Dropship's on its way. We're home free."