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| A Slimy Foe: Part I | | | Author: | | | IP: | nas-249-XXXX | | Date: | 09/25/00 09:09 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 5, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for Jerry: 5.0000 |  | A Slimy Foe: Part I
Ahhhhh... What a day to relax in the sun with a nice medic massage. Too bad that’s not going to happen to day. Stop daydreaming, you! GET UP!!
Jerry the marine gets up from the barracks and looks around. Buck-naked save some boxers, he stretches out on his lonely bed in barrack #2903. Just yesterday, there was a massacre he never had seen in his life. It seemed just like a movie...
"Get out of that sleeping position boy!" Screamed the commanding leader, "Get into gear and prepare for battle!! The enemy has landed dead ahead at the 12 o' clock position. We will move out at 0800 hours to infiltrate the enemy base. You will be briefed about the mission once you wash up and eat morning gruel. Report to objective room at 0600.
"Bleh" replied Jerry very softly. He had no idea what was to come.
"OK men. Our radar scanned a group of scvs stealing minerals and building up to attack this base. Our objective is to infiltrate the base and destroy the nuclear silo, which was spotted by our spies. We are guessing that they are trying to bomb us at our core. We will move in with division 2 and 3. We will be escorted by wraith support and siege tanks. Reinforcements will arrive when needed. OK MOVE OUT!!"
Jerry, being in the 3rd division, reluctantly got up and loaded up his machine gun with enough to last him. He also packed some stimulants just in case he got bored. He went out and saw his friends load up in dropship #502. So he followed them in and soon was prepared to go. The dropship lifted and began the suicide journey that they didn’t know about yet.
All of a sudden, while the dropships were going, there was a different marine who was dressed in white (not the confederate army which is red.). He was bleeding badly but the wraiths didnt notice the red on the white suit. They immediately shot him down. The commander, relaxing in the briefing room, barked at the wraiths, "Why'd you shoot down that marine?? Couldn't you see that he was dying?" "Sorry, commander" was the answer. "Damn, stupid,...Alright. Go as planned."
So, the 4 dropships, 4 wraiths, and 6 tanks kept going on. Just as they were about to reach the site, a dropship pilot stated that there was an evidence of an explosion in the vicinity of the attack force. Right when the pilot stated that, two ugly beasts started spiting vile spine at the wraith support! "WHAT THE..." was the last words of a wraith who had stayed too near the deadly beasts. "SHIT, siege tanks and prepare to immediately fire those pieces of shit." The tanks siege and shot the slimy beasts down. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?? *Sigh* Oh well. Keep going"
Inside the dropships, the marines were pimpin the medics and some were turning to the dropship pilots. Jerry , feeling very airsick, went to the bathroom to vomit. Inside, he thought he heard someone fart. A loud and smelly one too. He looked around to see who it was, but no one was around for at least 20 feet. He checked to see if he was the one who laid it. Nope, no shit stain. Jerry started to get suspicious. After he made sure that no one was around, he decided that it was probably his mind playing tricks on him.
After several hours of flying, the journey finally ended. As they began to head for the rally point, Jerry started to hear footsteps behind him. This seemed awkward because the rest of his group was about 10 feet behind. Jerry stopped for a second, and the footsteps behind him stopped as well. Jerry truly decided that he was going crazy and decided to use some drugs to clear his mind. Feeling fresh, he started speed walking towards the rally point.
Once everyone met up at the rally point, the commander (after a nice body massage, sponge bath, and a Cuban cigar) lazily told division 2 to go around the left hand side, division 3 to go around the right hand side, with the wraith support and tanks to stay up at the entrance of the enemy base. Being in the middle of a jungle, division 2 and 3 cursed, yelled, and spat their way to the designated site. They all felt like they were being watched…Nah. They made their way to the sites and prepared to enter.
Jerry was filled with excitement with California condors flying around in his stomach. Was this the day he would become a hero? He practically fainted when the commander said, “GO GO GO.” The whole attack force rushed in prepared to own. “YAHHHHH!!! DEATH TO TERRORI….HUH???” was the shouts and cries of everyone. The site was filled with burning buildings, half torn bodies, scraps of metal, half mined minerals, charred grounds, and strange gooey blood. Jerry turned away in horror, to look straight into the eyes of an ugly creature about waist high. It had razor sharp claws and drool hung from its fearsome mouth. He was showered with blood and the blood-shot eyes were staring straight at Jerry with hatred.
What do you think Jerry did?? He screamed like a medic and danced in fear, trying to figure out what it was. The beast apparently enjoyed his little dance and was hypnotized by it for a second, just enough time for Jerry’s allies to cap its nasty ass down. However, Jerry was still going crazy. “What was that??” However, there was no time to answer that question because from all sides, blood-shot eyes appeared and stared deeply into the intruding invaders. All the infantry ran to the sides of the tanks, while the tanks seined. The air support immediately went along with them. Just right then, all hell broke loose on Earth.
“AHHHHHH“ “WE NEED BACK-UP COMMANDER!!!!” “HOLY SHIIIIIIT” “PSHHHH AHHH YEA!” Each division got high while the medics cured them with their ‘healing beam’ while the tanks blasted everything too far for the marines to reach. Pretty soon the marines began to get overpowered by the so-seemed billion creatures with claws. The wraiths did what they could with their cheap burst lasers while the attack force began to get weaker and more tired. “ C’MON MEN DON’T QUIT NOW!!!” was the commander’s replay to the massacre in place. The creatures shred the tough armor of the marines soon enough and the marines soon began to die one by one. The medics were healing all they could while saving themselves. 1 tank blows up…no 2 while taking 10 ling with it.
The enemy soon began to come in lesser numbers, then by 5’s, and finally it stopped. There was total commotion between the valiant soldiers and complete pandemonium. They were then given the order to retreat, which they did gladly. They went full blast back home. The death toll was 4 tanks, 1 wraith, 3 medics, 17 marines dead, 4 marines injured, and 1 marine was MIA. MIA?? WHO COULD IT BE???
FIND OUT LATER WHEN I FEEL LIKE MAKING THE CONCLUSION!!
Jerry
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