Ooookay, people. Second chap comin up! Hope you enjoy.
For one of my reviewers… my story isn't only one chapter, so the nexus of the Xel'Naga will come later, and it sorta depends on the distance between the guy and the blast.
Disclaimer: like I said in last chapter, I don't own anything from Blizzard
A New Chrysalis
Jianthor, Sector G-56
Time: 15:34, Temporary Alpha Base's Command Center
Jianthor was a base created by the Dominion but used by the Alliance unknown to the planet's owner. Starports were scattered all over the place, dry docks were hovering in midair, and several Barracks and Factories were spotted here and there. Minerals were rather rare on the planet, but Vespene gases were very common, making this an ideal place to have a docking area for ships that needed gas.
"Ok, so tell me what we're doin' on this planet, instead of goin' directly to Korhal." The First Lt. asked for the tenth time.
"Be patient, for God's sake. We're all getting friggin' pissed off," someone called out. Clark grumbled, but decidedly went back to drinking his beer.
Suddenly, the Command Center read out monotonously, "Alert… Alert… Protoss Carriers sighted high orbit over Jianthor…"
Everyone scrambled and grabbed their suits and weapons. Clark ran to a Cruiser and took command. Sending a transmission to the lead Carrier, he said, "This is Terran airspace. State your purpose of coming here."
The screen crackled a bit and then cleared up, showing none other than the Dark Protoss Zeratul. "We come in peace," he said sarcastically. "We took a hit from the Zerg and need supplies and fuel. If you'd be so kind, could we dock on your dry docks?"
"You most certainly may," Clark replied in an equally feigned tone. "If you're wondering where your buddy Jim is, he's still fightin' the Dominion, perhaps. He possibly could have met some Zerg, too, by the looks of how everyone's being attacked."
Zeratul, in his Carrier Redemption, replied, "Yeah, thanks for the info and the supplies. We'll be going now."
With a "See ya later", Clark downed his beer and walked out of the Cruiser toward the men. They were staring at him open-mouthed, still holding their guns.
One private asked, "Err… sir, the Protoss…?"
"Ah, mind them no business. Just a supplies and refuel thing. Gimme another beer please…"
High Orbit over Korhal
Time: 2300, Battlecruiser Hyperion
"I want a full report, fore and aft!" Jim Raynor and his men were fighting for their lives. Zerg had materialized all around their ships and immediately started attacking them. Out of 32 Battlecruisers, only 14 were left. The Dominion was attempting to help too, but the Zerg had too much firepower. Guardian Aspects were destroying the ground turrets, while Scourges were almost single-handedly destroying the Battlecruisers.
Jim and the rest of his men were still determined to fight-and hopefully win- but it seemed to him that it was hopeless. "Ok, people. Charge up Yamato Cannons! We're gonna send the Zerg a message that they won't forget…"
"Yamato Cannon charged, Captain." The weapons officer said.
"Whatcha waitin' for? Fire!" yelled Jim. Fourteen blasts exploded out of the main guns of the remaining Battlecruisers and imploded into the mass of Zerg and vaporizing half their fleet.
"Sir," the weapons officer said. "even though we wiped out half their units, our energy levels are extremely low, and cannot execute another Yamato Cannon blast. The situation is the same with the other ships."
Jim sent a quick message to Emperor Arcturus Mengsk, saying, "I don't know what you are gonna do, but I'm hauling ass outta here. Frankly, I actually don't care what you're gonna do. 'Why did I even send this message?'" He cut the transmission and alerted all his soldiers to head toward warp-space.
Zerg forces continued to bombard Korhal and its men. "That coward!" muttered Mengsk. "Leaving me here with several troops and tons of Zerg!" He turned on the speaker and said, "Men, we cannot survive here. I will give everyone ten minutes to get to my Cruiser, then I'm gone." He looked out his window and saw two scores of men running toward him.
Ten minutes later, a lone Battlecruiser blasted off the ground and flew into space.
Uncharted planet
Unknown time
A new Overmind was forming. After the devastating blow that killed the Overmind several years ago, Broods were rampaging across the galaxy like rogue thieves, causing major damage. One Cerebrate, however, remained in power with his brood. His name was Mazs.
He learned about the Overmind's death and the rampaging Broods, and to help all of them, mutated into a new Overmind. The young Overmind was now trying to call Kerrigan, the Zerg's actual best fighter, to come and protect it.
Its attempts were strangely futile, and with a whispering voice, called his brood, saying, "Bring out Number 31…" and a Dark Templar was pushed out of a cage. Drones forced the unconscious Dark Templar into a chrysalis, and it started to pulse and mutate. The Overmind chuckled… what power could defeat him now, with his mutating Dark Templar and Kerrigan? Little did it know…
Uhmmmm… yeah. I think this chapter was sorta boring… but what the heck! Any advice for improvement is accepted. And I'll try to make the chapters longer I suppose.
