"Taking 12:00 was an ethically clean question. The zerg were going to get theirs as well. "
-Heartcutter
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| Warrior's Life: a true story - Chapter Three, and Four | | | Author: | | | IP: | XXXX | | Date: | 11/30/99 12:11 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 6, Min: 6
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Well, hello people….hehe. I know most of you are reading this because you have been following my story, but in case you are new, please take few minutes to read the Prologue,Chapter Oneand Chapeter Two.
Chapter 3
the Protoss
After the SCV, I trained to become a marine. Because the marines were the ones that actually kill those bastards in combat, I thought it was the only way I can avenge for my parents. Oh boy was I wrong. After some research, I found out that the average life of a marine within combat was a little over 4 seconds. Hehe, you think I will avenge my parents with four seconds of combat? The thing was that I underestimate the Zergs. Zergs not only had those 'small' zerglings which are the size of a rhino, but they had such creatures that spit acid, creatures that fly who launch wurms, and sub-terrain creatures that shoots spines up to 30 feet away! I had either become a general, or fly the battle cruiser to commandeer my way to see the end. Then, and only then, will I have the opportunity to slaughter the ones who took my most precious possession from me. I gave up on the train for the marine, and started to train inside a vulture. Luckily, the trainer was my long-forgotten hero, General Ricco. He was not the handsome and young man as I remembered, but was battered with every battle. He looked so old, and so tired: his eyes no longer sparkling with youth, but now growing wary with every breathe. His voice, not as domination as it used to but in soft tone, as if to tell a story. But one thing stayed the same, the one thing that makes him stand out: his aura. He still had the intensity, and the heart as any men as in that camp. Although he looked frail and weak, he made us feel like he could take on any one of us. And the training began.
I don't know how, and I don't know why. But I started to talk to General Ricco. He was the only father figure I encountered after I joined the military. He was the only one I could depend on, and to him, I only could tell my deep secrets. It seems like he was in the same predicament, for when he was a child, he also lost his parents in a war between the Zergs. Him and I were so similar, I felt like I was following in his footsteps. We talked and talked, about training, about the life in the military, and about the Zergs. He told me all he knew. The official names of the Zergs, what can they do, what they have done, and it's controller. The Overmind was the sole dictator of the Zergs. It was as if the entire Zergs’ race depended on the Overmind, and the Overmind using the Zergs as it was a part of him. All his words were final, and he was the God to them, very similar to the ant colony where all ants doing what the queen tells them to. But unlike the ants, it wasn't many colonies infesting the universe. The sole Overmind controlled the whole.
General Ricco told me that his goal was to slay the Overmind, and soon it became mine too. Without General Ricco, I could not have survived endless training with anger contained. He was the only person I could relate and the only person I was able to let my anger out.
I looked at the medallion General Ricco had given me before this mission. It was a lucky charm that he had received from his parents before he entered the military, but now it was mine. I didn’t think I deserved it, but he insisted that I take it now, before it’s too late. He knew that his last battle was coming up soon, and had handed down it to me. Although I knew he was not as fiery as he used to, but he was a fighter, and I doubted he would face death anytime soon. Well, no time to waste though, I just hope that this medallion can give me the strength and luck to help me succeed. The Protoss was blocking my way to the Overmind, and anything in between me, and that savage blob of jelly was to annihilate.
My backups showed up rather quickly, and a few of us was treated by a medic. My goal was only a few light years away, and this stupid Protoss was my last obstacle. I almost could smell my victory, but I knew deep inside, that it was not going to be easy.
All of a sudden, my men and other infantry started to rip in half. The screams filled the air, and blood enriched the deserted land. Someone had pushed the panic button in my head, and I couldn't think for a sec. More men died, yet I didn't know why! As the men started to run, I heard strange noises, a break of a wind and the humming of a psi blade. Bring the Sceince Vessels , QUICK!!! It was the dark templars and as the SV came flying by, we were able to see three cloaked bodies in the middle of a kill. The eyes of a true warrior, never even flickered although they now faced certain death. They had already killed more than 25 men, some of them in my Alpha Squadron, and I couldn’t feel any sympathy for them. Damn, blast those sneaky templars! With the rest of the infantry stimmed into power, those three were quickly eradicated. The damage was done, for a third of our infantry laid on the ground, sliced in half and eyes still open. It was all my fault, for I had forgotten all about the powers of the Protoss. Their death was not to be forgotten, as we were to destroy the Protoss base. Unable to go on after the incident, we decided to set up a camp and rested for the night. Tomorrow was another day, and soon will my dream be fulfilled.
To be continued…
As Thanksgiving rolled in, I tried to menage two chapters. So without anymore delays, here is
Chapter 4
the destruction
The dawn had come. The sun glared at us from all angles, as the brilliant rays shun across the field. We had gathered ourselves for the battle with the Protoss. The fight had not even begun, yet we most so much. I just couldn't waste more time and let the Protoss await our arrival. We must hurry and attack and not let the Protoss prepare for the disaster. Our forces were as such: Half of the Alpha Squadron, 40 infantry, 4 ghosts, 6 tanks, 2 goliaths, 4 fully equipped SV, and a lone battle cruiser. I quickly sent one of the Alpha Squadron to check for the defenses, but he didn’t find much. The Protoss base was protected by few scattered Photon Canons, and templars guarding here and there. It was pretty empty, and it seemed so peaceful. There wasn’t much trace of the Protoss warriors, and it was the perfect time for out attack. The base was practically a walk through the park, yet I had a gut feeling something was amiss. The scout couldn’t even detect the presence of any dark templars, and we were ready. The time seemed right, and we went ahead on the attack. The tanks quickly sieged, extending arms to counter-balance the rocket fire. All my men were ready for an attack, on this quiet little town. All of a sudden, the goliaths started to fire into thin-air. Apparently, one of the SV had detected a cloaked observer who had been watching every moment of our ‘surprise’ attack. We were detected, and it meant had been were ready for us all this time. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I soon found out. The attack was surely a surprise, but it was on us. 12 templars had gathered to perform one of the greatest psionic storm of all times. The pure electrical damage had once again short-circuited the machinery for the time being, and we were in the midst of total chaos. Now only that, the Protoss had surrounded us, and was the center of all attacks. Zealots rushed in with their psi-blades extended far, dragoons concentrating energy for a photon attack, and other variety of units hungry for blood. As a leader, I needed to react quickly. I told the tanks to unsiege, and move out of the storm. Our ghost cloaked also, silently killing the templars one by one. An EMP from the SV quickly drained the rest of energy the templars retained, but the damage was once again done. We tried to counter attack, by sieging the tanks and fired at the canons, the Alpha Squadron taking care of any zealots coming close, and the remaining infantry taking cover in the middle. Our lone battle cruiser was mind-controlled, disabling me to control it. The battle cruiser had joined the forces with the enemy was now firing its deadly lasers at us. The sight was out of true hell. The infantry was burning alive in the flash of photon canons. Zealots were blasted off to the sky from tank fire, dragoons splashing off after great explosions. All units again being the victims of the silent assassins, sliced into many pieces from the solidified energies of the dark templar. A reaver was firing scarabs that flied around and sacrificed itself into a great burst of energy, damaging everything in its sight. The lock-downed battle cruiser had been made into a bee-hive by goliath’s anti-air missiles, but after the lock-down was overwritten, they in turn was Yamato’s and incinerated in front of my eyes. The marines and firebats fighting for their lives, fired at anything in their sights uncontrollably, stimming at every chance they get. The medics frantically searching to save another life, meanwhile neglecting their own heealth. Newly made spider mines, popping out of the ground, self-destructing in the fashion of a scarab, but unlike the scarabs, its shrapnel damaging even our own units. Everything was fighting, and everything was firing, and everything was being attacked. The SV fired EMPs to any approaching templars to nullify their mighty storm, and our own cloaked assailants irradiated them. The battle lasted over 20 minutes, and when the smoke cleared, a few of us, myself included were standing. The ghosts escaped to tell about the battle to the higher rank, yet us, although survivors, had become prisoners of war.
Hehe, how was that? Ah, I tried to make the battles more detailed and graphic, but I didn’t want to sound to repetitious using the same words over and over and over again…hehe
Well, Jim and his fellow men are now POWs, and his dream, as of now, is impossible. The fight of the Terran and the Protoss, who will prevail? Please tune in next week for the exciting conclusion to the fight with the Protoss…hehe, I sounded like a TV commercial.
Anyways, more advises and comments welcome. And once again, refer to my comments from other stories if you have doubts why I used the names I use. *cough, PRAETOR, *cough. Hehe, I try to make EVERYONE satisfied, so…
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