Hello everybody, I am back to continue this great work that everybody flames. For the disclaimer, see chapter 1. I have been very sick recently, and have been unable to type, but now I am back. Also, exams have started this week. Anyway, on with the story
As the alerting Ghost started to make his call, the others started to cloak with the intention of cutting off my escape. However, there is no way to conceal the mind, and I was quickly able to identify where they were and how to escape. I revved up my vulture and raced at top speed towards a break in their formation. However, as I passed, the Vulture bumped on something and I heard a cry of pain. I slowed to a halt and turned, to see that one ghost had stuck his leg under my bike and had broken it. Suddenly, he set it in place with a sickening crack. I felt with my mind and realised that the other Ghosts had surrounded me. I looked within the circle of minds, and saw an old ramp, used for launching the impossibly heavy Battlecruisers into space. A wraith was slowly passing overhead. I then put my Vulture to a speed that would greatly damage the engine and raced towards the launching platform. As I hit it, I lost my grip on my Vulture. Both the transport and I were launched up into the air. However, the Vulture exploded a hundred feet above the ground, while I went straight up and landed on the wing of the Wraith. I then started to creep towards the door, hoping that the pilots hadn't locked it. I reached it, found it unlocked, and climbed inside.
As I entered the ship, I saw that the flight pilot was lying dead at the controls, his scull smashed by what appeared to be a hydralisk ramming the ship. The weapons pilot had climbed to the flight controls, but was not very skilled. He felt me watching him and turned around. He was prepared to knock me out, so I mentally knocked him out. I then dumped the dead pilot, shifted the unconscious one to the back seat, and started flying the wraith. However, a bunch of other wraiths started following me with the intent of shooting me down, so I cloaked the ship and flew out into deep space.
About five hours later, the pilot came to. I prepared to send him back to sleep, but I could feel that he did not mean to harm me.
"Hi," he said, "what are you doing here?"
"Flying as far away from the empire of Mengsk as possible." I answered.
"Ok," he replied, "but are you sure that flying into the heart of the Zerg forces is better?"
"What Zerg?" Suddenly, a beep emerged from the navigational computer, indicating a large amount of incoming force. "Oh." I stated. "Those Zerg. Listen, do you think you could go trigger happy for me?"
"Sure thing" came the reply. Suddenly, a constant barrage of laser fire came from a gun turret set under the nose of the Wraith. As I looked ahead, a solid wave of mutalisks came into view. I started to do some fancy flying, always angling so that the stream of laser fire concentrated on one point in the wall. Soon there was a hole, just large enough for the Wraith to squeeze through. It burst through on the other side, with 50 Mutalisks swarming after us.
Zeratul the dark templar was resting when he was called upon by one of his subordinates.
"What is it?" he asked.
"A force of 51 Hydralisks is heading straight for this planet," replied the scout pilot, "what do you suggest we do?"
"Send out a force of 25 scouts and 25 corsairs." came the reply. "And prepare the rest of the forces to warp to a different planet. I'm not sure how they found us, but we cannot allow them to kill a single one of our remaining civilians"
I was desperately trying to lose the Hydralisks, but they seemed to be carrying several Overlords with them, as cloaking had no effect. Suddenly, the navigation computer started beeping again. I looked ahead and saw a large force of Protoss scouts and Corsairs heading towards the Zerg. I relaxed, as their advanced weapons could handle the Zerg a lot better than a single Wraith could. I was very shocked when they started shooting at me. As I flew off, they had a lucky shot and absolutely destroyed the Wraith's missile firing system. I began to wonder if the whole universe was out to get me. Soon we were out of range of all opposing forces.
After a few hours, we were flying through open space. I had discovered that the gunner's name was Ben Shizlak, famous for being the fastest and most accurate shooter out of not just humanity, but out of all known creatures. He was just telling me of a time that he held back a medium force of mutalisks single handedly (probably a lie), when the control panel started beeping again. I looked at the controls and saw a message urgently flashing, 'Warning. Low Gas.' Vespanese Gas is an amazing substance, one litre capable of fuelling a Battlecruiser for an hour. However, no ship has an unlimited supply of it, and no fuel mid-space is highly dangerous.
"Ben," I said, "where is the nearest planet that has not been drained of all resources?"
He replied, "Well, there is a planet called Kosmor 3 in the same system as Aiur. It can hold life, and the Protoss had several bases there before they fled the forces of the Zerg."
"Let's go there." I said. As long as we are safe from Zerg I'm fine."
An hour later, we reached the planet Kosmor 3. As we entered the atmosphere, the controls started beeping yet again. I looked down and saw a message saying, "Out of Fuel." I released 3 of the old fashioned parachutes from the hull of the Wraith. And started an attempt to glide. However, even with the parachutes to slow us down, we were descending very fast. I used all of my flying expertise and managed to get towards a clear patch of grass. However, just before I started to properly land, the Parachutes tore off. The Wraith dropped like a like a stone and landed on a jagged rock. Ben and I quickly got out and headed towards the tree line. However, when we were 400 feet from crashed ship, it exploded.
"Now come on!" Exclaimed Ben Shizlak. "Did you have to crash it? How are we going to get off this rock?"
"It's not my fault the Wraith crashed." I replied. "Anyway, you said this was a Protoss planet, there's bound to be an abandoned craft somewhere"
"And it will be broken." Replied Ben.
"Hey! I grew up on a mining colony. I can easily repair any damage." I replied.
"Yeah, well where can we sleep tonight? We need some protection from the night's creatures."
"Look, over there is an abandoned bunker." was my reply.
"What's a bunker doing on a Protoss planet?" asked Ben, but we both knew I would provide shelter for the night. We both raced towards it. Suddenly, I felt something wrap around my ankle and saw the world swing upside down.
"Well look what we've caught!" said a voice.
From out of the bushes came a man with a bunch of marines. They seemed prepared to kill us. I looked at my feet and saw that they were tied up by a rope made of a rare material called nihillium, capable of cancelling out all Psychic emissions. We were trapped, with no way to escape.