Chapter 3

The Terrans didn't waste any time. They all unfastened themselves and moved through their respective ships to gun turrets on each ship.

"YEEEHAW! Time to fry us some Zerg!" Came a voice from one of the rear Battle Cruisers.

"Enough chatter, fire at will!" Jim said as he headed out of the cockpit and into turret controls.

As the Terrans descended they were met with hundreds of Zerg Scourge. One by one they slammed themselves into the hulls of the ships. Even as the Terrans managed to kill a large quantity they still lost three out of five Dropships, but they continued their descent. After the Scourge were all dead or dying the Terrans met a new threat. Mutalisks, at least a dozen. They slammed what was left of Alpha squad with Glave Wurms. Soon all that was left were three out of six Battle Cruisers, two of the five Dropships, a handful of Wraiths, and one Valkyrie, but the battle was not yet over. As they continued to descend they were met with the Devourers. A new strain of Zerg that had just recently been revealed.
Three of them were on an intercept course with what remained of the transport.

"OH GOD!" Jim exclaimed as he saw the coming threat, "All unit's this is Commander Johnson. Train your weapons on the lead Devourer and open fire!" He ordered.

The rest of the transports opened fire. Soon all three Devourer's corpses lie on the living Creep. The transports finally saw ground, now came the task of finding an area that was not effected by the Creep and set up a base of operations.

"There...that looks good...take us down." Jim said to the pilot.

The pilot acknowledged the order and started the landing sequence.