Char, 2502
Dominion Battle sector 4.3
Status of Battle:FUBAR
Original Defender strength:300 Dominion Marines, 55 War Pigs Mercenaries, 100 Raynor's Raiders
Current Defender strength:30 active War Pigs
"...Negative, Commander, Queen Bitch's forces are getting a surround on us, We're too far out for evac..It's been an honour working for you, sir , if you make it outta here, tell mykids their daddy died for a good cause." scratched the voice over the Private Comm.
There was silence for a short while, a mere facade as a great battle roared all across Char's Northern hemisphere. Raynor's voice soon was heard.
"Consider it done, Staff Sergeant."
Falks closed the PrivateCom before racking the slide of his C-14. The tunnel they were holed up in provided a huge advantage to the 30 strong mercs, they managed to funnel a large number of Zerglings and some banelings through, the bigger Zerg minions were forced to sit it out as their smaller brethren were slaughtered en' masse.
Things went well until a Contigent of Zerg Roaches, newer strains of heavy duty xenomorphs brought down a section of the cave with their claws and acid saliva, which apparently was the right flank of the battered War Pigs.
Now with a large enough hole, Hydralisks and the occasional Infestors are clawing and shoving their way in, creating a bigger hole than it was before.
Falks sprayed a couple of Banelings squeezing their way through a gaggle of Roaches, as the 8mm spikes hit home, they detonated with a in sync as thick and wet corrosive acid splashed on all sides, killing scores of nearby Zerglings unlucky ebough to be around and wounding one of the nearby Roaches.
However, this also caused the hole to enlarge even further as the acid ate away at the hardened gravelly wall. It was large enough for the Hydralisks to rear up in full height, and they now started pounding the Terrans with acidic Grooved Spines.
Private Moesby, caught a spine to the arm and fell with a grunt, his suit sealing off the wounded section and pumping painkillers and detox into his bloodstream to stop the poison from corrupting his body. Slowly, he reached for his fallen rifle and smote his attacker with precise shots to the eyes, thanks to the targeting systems of his suit.
A nearby Corporal yelled "Medic!" as he dragged a wounded PFC Hewitt who was bleeding out, a nasty gash on his CMC-400 suit. Wiring and flesh alike exposed. Falks, gathered his squad to shore up on an exposed flank to their left as more and more carapaced abominations crashed into cavern.
"If only we had some fire support..." muttered Falks as he found himself in need of another reload, He read his HUD on what armaments he had left, pretty good actually, 4 fully loaded mags for the C-14, x3 HE frags, x3 Flashbangs, x1 smoke grenade, his trusty custom made Flak pistol, and his bayonet affixed inside the rifle.
All good.
Falks felt a gnawing feeling in his gut that this may very well be his last combat operation, he himself withdrew from the battle, the blood, the carnage and the dying around him. The mercenary out a tattered picture of his happy family of 4, his wife, Cindy and his 3 strappign young 'uns, Marlowe, Morice and Micky, the 3 no older than 10. on the back of the picture, were the words 'Come home soon Daddy!' They were the reason he stayed on as a War Pigs mercenary.
"Sorry boys,"
He sniffed and crumpled the picture tightly and then pocketed the parchment back in his pouch, "But Daddy's not coming back, not this time."
The general communications in the War Pigs network was a real mess, nobody could identify who was who, and none of the reports feeding in were heartening.
"...Alpha 2-2 get some covering fire on those entrances, they're trying to establish a foothold on us..."
"Mike, frag that ugly piece of... "
"Medic!...
"Our Father Art In Heaven..."
"Oh God, it's got me, Help! Aaaugh!"
"Fire in the hole!..."
"Charlie 1-3 you're clear pull back now!"
"Second wave! Right behind those entrances!"Yelled Sergeant "Tea" Nabraski.
Immediately Falks snapped back to reality and brought his rifle to bear when he saw more Zerg strains waiting just outside, their shining orange carapace gleaming underneath the scorching sun of Char.
They waiting for their brethren inside to wear the War Pigs down before cleaning everything up.
"Falks! On your nine!" screamed his second in Command, Eddie Finnick, Corporal.
Falks was trying to swap mags after downing that pesky Roach and got the message a tad too late, he whirled just in time to see a baneling coming up hard, he could only shield himself but before that, he heard Eddie's voice over the Comm
"Frag fucking out!"
The round fist sized object came bouncing in between the Baneling and the War Pig, and he did what any man would do in that situation; shield himself with his hands.
And as luck would have it, the grenade detonated and sent him him flying across the dead end of the tunnel, the baneling detonated in a gory flash of green and yellow. Instead of shredding through his suit with shrapnel, he got his his ass vaulted several meters and crashed into a wall. His vision was blurred, his suit beeping and blaring all sorts of alarms and as he lay sprawled on the creep infested floor, Falks awaited death to take him.
It was not to be.
A shadowy silhouette came tumbling to him, it became clearer it was actually another combat suited Terran and the visor was open revealing someone too young to even be considered a battle hardened Merc, he tried to get Falks up and running, the orchestra of death and battle blaring all around the two.
"Sir, sir, ya' gonna be fine, sir, goddammit stay with me," his voice sounded slurred to Falks, and the shell-shocked mercenary instead took a turn for the worse, drifting in and out of consciousness, struggling to respond.
Calling for a medic was moot.
The War Pigs' medics were on the other side of the cavern, and the 2 were entrapped within a wall of Zerg strains trying to consume them,
"Covering fire, covering fire!"
Spat someone over the Comms. The merc felt his options running out, the Staff Sergeant was beginning to become dead weight and his hand reached for his adrenaline shot, with one hand, the other holding down the trigger of the C-14 as it spat death 30 times a second.
Falks felt his body being pumped with something foreign and in an instant felt his heartbeat throbbing wildly, his vision cleared up significantly, and pain, like he never felt before, causing him to breathe and suck in hard.
As he did so, he felt strength returning to him and sat up immediately, he shook his head, grabbed a rifle and gunned down an overconfident Zergling, before getting back on his feet.
The same Pig that saved him rapped his shoulder plate hard, "Sir, stay with me, hey, hey, c'mon boss, up and over!"
They sprinted over to the defensive positions the Pigs had hastily dug themselves in.
Hydralisk spines and leaping Zerglings hindered the 2 greatly, the merc that saved Franklin got clipped by a stray Roach, he went down screaming in pain and in fear.
Falks unloaded his entire clip into the offending Zerg's body, it's armored platings shrugging off the depleted uranium spikes, however, 2 more more War Pigs entered the fray, and adding firepower to the Staff Sergeant's barrage. Their own customized bullets doing more damage. The shrieking Roach had no choice but to burrow and retreat or face pulverisation.
Falks stomped over to where the Pig lay, and tried getting him back up on his feet, before he could do so, however, the cave became enlightened and engulfed in bright light, signaling the activation of the Xel-Naga artefact.
Falks drifted out of consciousness, the last thing he remembered before passing out was that every single Zerg present were screaming in pain, some Pigs doubling over and crying out, clamping their ears, unable to withstand the roaring racket.
Char, 2502
Dominion main HQ
Status:Besieged
Status of Artefact: T-10 seconds to full strength
"..10 more seconds boys! Don't let up!" spat Raynor over the Comms as he and the survivors, numbering less than a hundred thousand bravely held the line through blood, sweat and firepower that has truly defined Terran military doctrine for over 300 years.
The Zerg however, unending in numbers, had swept the the defences the Terrans could muster aside. Men and women perished, screaming as a tide of shiny muddy brown shells simply trampled them, not bothering to stop and have a bite or two.
Matt Horner sat on his bridge co-ordinating with the Dominion Admirals to stem the number of Zerg spaceborn fighters was the first to notice the artifact was fully charged by then, frantically pinged Raynor to activate the damn Xel-Naga Relic.
Back on the surface, Raynor, was frozen where he stood as he saw the woman he once loved- the woman he loves tore through a contigent of Raiders with her claws and nasty appendages, licking their blood off her fingertips.
As if Kerrigan knew she was being watched, she snarled and whipped around to face Commander James Raynor,
"You can't save me, Jim, nothing can," Her voice was soft and sinewy and began strutting slowly towards him, flexing her claws as she does so. Small arms fire simply bounced off her thick plating as she continued to her desired path.
Raynor backed off, unable to bear to kill Sarah. He slowly looked around what was going on. Tychus, was atop a fallen Goliath Assault walker , his chaingun spitting hundreds of rounds defiantly back at the alien Swarm, a lone medic flailing helplessly as she was dragged off by Hydralisks, 3 Marines going hand-to-hand combat with some Zerglings. He briefly saw General Horace Warfield hit a Zergling in the face before being swarmed by about a hundred more, in fact he could hear EVERYTHING going on but strangely enough he could not hear Matt's voice screaming, pleading, begging him to start up the artefact. The artefact!
It may or may not bring his lover back, but it would get rid of the sector and humanity's scourge ONCE AND FOR ALL!
The Queen of Blades was drawing nearer and nearer, Jim had no time to engage her and left a pitiful squad of soldiers to stall her.
Pushing past a Private busy stabbing a Zergling with his bayonet, he clambered up to the high ground where the Xel-Naga device was set up.
The Queen of Blades finished off the last Marine detachment and noticed whatRaynor was attempting to do, her eyes widened in fear as Raynor palmed the activation button, as the infested Kerrigan reached out with one infested clawed hand, "NO!" before everything went blindingly white...
AN: SORRY FOR THE DELAY GUYS, SCHOOL REALLY KEPT ME BUSY AND I WANNA REDO THIS STORY AGAIN. FOR ONE, I REALISED HAVING A RENEGADE FEMALE SHEPARD SEEMED THE BEST CHOICE FOR THIS FIC AND IT WAS MY ORIGINAL INTENT TO DO SO, AND HAVE THE WAR PIGS CONSTANTLY PISS HER OFF WITH DEFIANCE, I HATE THE BITCH SO I FIND IT GOOD TO HAVE SOMEONE CRAWL UNDER HER SKIN. :)