Author's Note:
Go to tumblr, and take out the "Dashboard" part of the URL, and replace WWW with starcraftjulionsquadron
^That is the official blog on Tumblr for this fanfiction.
I would appreciate it if you followed it, because it will be where I post various pictures, links, news, and everything related to this fanfic.
Anyways, I got a positive review on the intro! This delights me very much, because I personally didn't like it. I thought it was clunky and used jargon to the point of being obnoxious.
So, thanks for the positivity! And now, for our main event: StarCraft: Julion Squadron chapter 1, Lance Jones.
Shiloh was a boring planet. It was well known to be the homeworld of Jim Raynor, sure, but it was still backwater.
Lance Jones was a gangly man of twenty years old, and he longed for adventure. Of course, SCV pilots don't tend to get that much adventure. Every day, he longed to join the Military SCV's, building command centers and the like. Unfortunately, he was stuck on Shiloh. On a good day, he got to fix someone's plumbing.
One day, at the Fuel Diver, the town's local restaurant, he saw his friend Harley come in. She had the keys to her motorcycle in her fingers, so he knew she had just come back from a drive. She spotted him, grinned, and walked over.
"Lance! Guess what?" she asked.
"Yeah?" replied Lance.
"Did'ja hear the news?" she asked in reply.
"What news?"
"The fact that I'm joining the Dropship's League!" she stated, grinning from ear to ear.
"Dropship's League? The official Dropship Pilot training program? Why would a girl like you pilot a Dropship?" He asked, thinking she would be more suited for a Wraith.
"Well, I took a test, and I COULD fly another ship without crashing, but if I want to fly rough, the Dropship is the only one that won't crash," she replied, grinning. "And this is just between us..." she stated, lowering to a whisper. "Once I'm out of boot camp, I think I'm gonna leave the Dominion and join the Raynor's Raiders." Lance was skeptical.
"The Raiders? Are you crazy? Your gonna get fekkin' killed out there!" he replied.
"Everybody's gotta die sometime, Red," she stated, matter-of-factly. Lance shook his head,
"You and your movie quotes... You need to lay off the cinema, Harley."
Harley just grinned at his remark, and ran out. Lance shook his head sadly, but it got him to thinking. He wanted action. But if he joined the military, he'd be fighting his best friend. Helping the people who would be killing her people. He could join the Raiders though, and then they would be on the same side. He grinned, and ran out to hire a Dropship pilot (Harley was still a trainee).
He was going to war.
Author's Note:
Alright, I have two styles of doing chapters. I can either have fics with really long chapters that don't update often, or with short chapters that update regularly. This is looking to be the latter kind.
Anyway, I'm going to introduce the core cast, and then have chapters with them at boot camp, with chapters introducing the less major characters in between these boot camp chapters.
Yes, the introduction takes place loooong after this. This is going to be in backstory mode for quite a while.