Alright, I'm back. I guess. I've written this chapter twice now, and lost all my progress.

So, since I'm not in the mood to type that all up again, I'm going to do things a little differently.

So, Chapter 2, Larry Kaloe.

"Help! We need evac, NOW!"
"Come on, come on, I need air support!"
"The Zerg have breached New Gettysburg! I repeat, Zerg have breached New Gettysburg!"

"Anyone hearing this distress call, we got Zerg burrowed all around us!"
"HELP, JUST GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME!"
It didn't sound good. Larry Kaloe was in a Battlecruiser in orbit around Tarsonis, and he barely made it out alive. The Zerg were destroying the place. He wondered if the Sons of Korhal had anything to do with it. They had been on New Gettysburg before, and that platform was where the attack took place.

Larry sighed. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his rifle and shot the comm. He got up and walked to the bridge, where General Grey was.

"That's it. Tarsonis is lost. It's all gone. The Confederacy, all hope for humanity… We're through. There's nothing we can do to help. We have everyone that survived. Take us out of orbit. I… I don't want to see this anymore," said the General, and the crew obeyed.

The good General had taken over the when the old captain died. He was near the edge of the ship when Scourges flew in and took off a large section of the ship.

"Prepare for warp on my mark. Mark," said Grey, and the ship blasted away from Tarsonis.

Larry sighed, and returned to his temporary room. This was his first time on the Battlecruiser; he wasn't a crew member. The ship assisted in the evacuations. He didn't even know its name. He didn't care. He just knew that he wasn't going to just let the Zerg get away with this.

A week later, after the Dominion was formed, Larry decided against joining the Psi Ops. However, he knew it was illegal not to, and so he knew this automatically made him an outlaw.

He knew just how to make this work.

He found his way to Mar Sara, where it was rumored that Jim Raynor was staying. His plan was simple: He would eliminate Raynor, and prove to Mengsk that he didn't need to register in the Psi Ops. He also had a contingency plan: If he found that he couldn't kill Raynor, he would join him. A simple "If you can't beat'em, join'em."

He found Raynor in Joeray's bar. He watched him from the window, as he poured himself more liquor. It seemed he was planning to leave Mar Sara pretty soon. He looked worried. Larry almost felt bad for him. A young man, dressed in a black uniform walked up. Larry opened up the window to hear their conversation.

"… And the Protoss are losing pretty badly."

"Sounds mighty terrible, Matt."

"…You're still worked up over Kerrigan?"
"Of course I am. I thought she died, less than a week later she shows up infested!"

"I know, sir."

"Anyways, let's hightail it out to Aiur. It can't be that bad down there."

"Of course, sir."

Raynor got up. Larry sighed that he had missed his chance, but he knew there would be others. But he was also curious as to what happened on Aiur. He followed them in his personal Wraith, clamping his ship to the side of the Hyperion, cloaking as he did so to avoid detection.

The large flagship took off, and headed to Aiur. Larry noticed that the ship was going especially fast, and realized that this was big.

As soon as they got to Aiur, Larry watched in horror.

The Zerg were relentlessly attacking the Protoss, and he couldn't watch. He covered the windows of his Wraith, completely devastated. He turned on all the lights so as not to be covered in darkness, and sat there. He then realized that the Zerg and Protoss alike had detectors, and the Raiders probably did, too. He uncovered the windows, and flew away from the Hyperion at top speed. Then, against his own judgment, he hailed the ship.

Onboard the Hyperion, Jim Raynor looked out at the devastation.

"It's horrible, Matt. It really is."

"I know sir. Wait… Sir, we're receiving a transmission. It's from a Confederate Wraith."

"Confederate? Now what's a Confederate Wraith doing still in existence?"

"I don't know sir. But it seems to be scan shielded. I think it was personalized."

"Well then, let's talk to'em."

Matt pressed a button, and a man appeared on the screen.

"Hello, Raynor. My name is Larry Kaloe, and I am- WAS- a Confederate Ghost. I decided not to join the Dominion Psi ops, and I tracked you to Mar Sara. I thought that if I could kill you, I could get in to Mengsk's good graces."

"So why are you talkin' to me, Mr. Kaloe?"

"Call me Larry, sir. Anyways, I followed you here to Aiur, and… I simply cannot watch. It's horrifying. As such, I'd wish to aid you in the battle against the Zerg."

"Well, we could always use some extra help. Welcome aboard, Mr. Kaloe."

Months later, after the Brood War, Larry was serving in the Raiders. Had been for a while. One day, a general arrived.

"Son, we feel you've… lost your touch. We're sendin' you ta a trainin' camp on Tyrador, nearby the Mobius Research campus. Pack your bags, you're leavin' in two days."

Larry sighed, got up, and went to pack his bags. The general just grinned, and went back to his post.

Larry was going to Tyrador.