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Please note: the majority of this story is set at the end of the Brood War saga. I have heard things talking about what happens after it, but I have no idea what. If I say anything that agrees or disagrees with any possible events afterwards, it is entirely coincidental. Remember, this is my first fic, so be fair in your reviews, and give some suggestions on improving the fic PROLOUGE

Far from most civilization was set a small mining colony, that only received updates in mining technology. Once a month, a small fleet of dropships, specialized to carry minerals and vespanese gas, would come with some outside news. It was a quiet place, too far to pick up the largest radio waves, but not much fun for 10-year-old Khaled Transton. He would often sit and wait for the dropships to arrive, so that he could filch a copy of the Warships magazines that were distributed to the adults of the colony. As a result, he knew words that even his mother had no idea of the meaning (so she would hit him whenever he used an unfamiliar word). He was reading over the article about fast cloaking warships called 'Wraiths', but after the 1000th time it was quite boring. Needing to have something to do until tomorrow, he decided to see if he was psychic. He had heard that psychics went far away to get this damper thing, but since he had no idea what that meant, he didn't care. Walking over to the kitchen, he took a glass cup. Then he decided to try to make it float (even though that was not really a part of psychic powers). When the cup didn't move he angrily picked it up and tossed it at the wall, shattering the fragile glass.

Mary Tranton was an excellent cook. It didn't matter to her that people could easily get ration bars containing all the nutrients and fillingness of a full days meal, she still went about making gourmet meals for the family. She was in the middle of cooking a roast chicken (a rare delicacy, as chickens were extinct, existing only as a genetic formation), when she heard the sound of glass shattering. Dashing past the crockery cupboards, she found Khaled tossing glass cups at a wall.

"Khaled!" she exclaimed, "Stop trashing my crockery and find something useful to do."

"But there's nothing to do, mom!" shouted Khaled.

"Well, how about you go out and help your dad with the mining, and tuck in your shirt now!"

"But"

"Just go!"

Jake Tranton had a job as an S.C.V. He spent his time in a specialised suit, mining rocks and transforming Vespanese gas into a useable form. His team was behind schedule, and they had less than a day to catch up, so they were working extra hard. He was about to drag a stack of minerals back to base, when he saw his son, Khaled, running towards him.

"Khaled, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Mom says I have to help with the mining" he replied.

"Well," said Jake, "why don't you help us by transporting the minerals we mine. Go back to the centre and ask for the old hover-barrow." Khaled ran back to the command centre and grabbed a hover-barrow, a transporting tool used before the invention of S.C.V. suits. Soon he was running back and forth between the centre and the minerals

4 hours later

Khaled and the miners were lounging around the remains of the minerals. They had done so much work, there was none of it left at the current location.

"Well" exclaimed Jake Tranton, "thanks to you, son, not only are we on track, but we're ahead of schedule!"

"Err, " said Khaled, "Thanks?"

"No seriously, without you this wouldn't have been accompli…"

wondering why his father had stopped talking, Khaled looked up to see his dad with a long barb sticking out of his chest. Looking behind his father, he saw large cobra-like creature rearing up behind him. The creature suddenly thrusted its head forward, releasing a volley of the spines that had been sticking in Jake. Whenever they hit a living organism, it started to corrode away the skin. Soon, all the S.C.Vs were dead. In fear, Khaled roan off.

The command centre of the base was set near a miniature cliff. At the top of the cliff, there were some bushes and trees that could be used to observe every action. Of the colony. At that point in time, the colony was fighting against an army of strange creatures who seemed obsessed with killing the Terrans. If they had been searching hard enough, they would have noticed a boy shaped figure cowering in the bushes. However, they were too obsessed with killing Terrans. Though the people were fighting hard, they were just a mining colony with no military technology, ill suited to fight the creatures that would someday be called Zerg. Very soon, the creatures were directly attacking the command centre, and were quickly demolishing it. It was all Khaled could do not to scream and give away his position. Suddenly, the monsters stopped attacking. Then a balloon like creature flew in from the far west. It flew directly into the Command Centre, and tendrils immediately started to surround the building. Suddenly Khaled could hear cries of pain seemingly coming from everywhere. Khaled blocked his ears, but it did not stop anything. After a few seconds, it dawned on him that what he was hearing was entering directly into his head. He knew that the only way this could happen would be if he were psychic. Suddenly the cries were muffled out replaced by a horrible presence, which he realised was controlling the attacking creatures. Khaled willed himself to find out what happened to the pained groans, and he felt that the souls still existed, but their bodies had been taken control of. The, the balloon creature left the centre, followed by Khaled's mother. Only she wasn't. after ally his mom didn't have giant claws sticking out of her back, nor would she ever start helping the soon-to-be-named Zerg. Khaled felt in his mind that she was under control of the creature that must be controlling the other ones. Khaled started to feel angry, and the controlling presence somehow detected his anger, as a swarm of the monsters started rushing towards his hiding spot. They arrived, just in time to get fried on the psyionic energy that was pulsing out of Khaled. Soon, it manifested itself in the form of blue lightning, and started to eliminate all living things left in the area. Within minutes the whole area of where the base used to be was covered in, blue destructive energy

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