| The Alceron Files Part I | | | Author: | | | IP: | spider-wXXXX | | Date: | 03/01/00 06:03 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 2, Max: 5, Min: 4
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The Backstory
Blazing through the warped battlefield, nothing stood. Not a Zealot, not a Hydralisk. The world was not to fear a surprise Protoss assault or a sudden unburrowing of Zerg, but the massive onslaught of the once-semi-noble Terrans. Now they make all wither and die.
The reason for this mighty change was simply put, the Overmind. When the Terrans had captured the Overmind, they had harnessed its powers completely. But then, the powers of the Overmind let it slowly win the Terran might. It soon controlled masses of zombies into battle with unparalleled success. It turned out that the Terrans were much more powerful than the Zerg and the Protoss. They had superior technology to the Zerg and suddenly, it turns out that with the help of the Overmind, the Terrans were more psionic than even High Templar castes!
The Terrans started to become almost the perfect race. They assimilated all the raw psionic flesh from those that were tortured. At the highest point of pain in any creature, the most powerful amount of psinoic energies project. So at that point, the Terrans assimilated that poor soul’s psionic will and swiftly slay the victim afterward. Some extremely malicious actually played with their “toy” to wait until they were on the battlefield once again.
In spite of all this, there were those that were protected. Protected from the fury of the Overmind. From the fury of the marching armies. Their numbers were small, but yet, they were strong in quality, not useless quantity. They were the Alcerons.
The Awakening
“Rog, you got it ready?”
“Yeah, Sam. It’s all ready and good to go!!”
“Good to go… reminds me of the old SCV days…”
”Come on, now Sam! Forget the old days. We are in hell now. And hell will continue to strive until we do something about it. So let’s get moving to Dave’s station.
“Yeah, sure Rog. Let’s go!” --Sam
At Commander Dave’s Command Center
Dave::: What?! I thought I told you I needed 400 thought control devices!
Roger::: Well… we couldn’t--
Dave:::--COULDN’T WHAT?! Huh? Do you know how badly we need these? I said 400 and you give me 350. FIFTY more of our needed soldiers will die! FIFTY of them will suffer pains beyond death and your pathetic and measly imagination! FIFTY of their precious psionic energy will be transferred to the enemy! FIFTY more—
**Attention. Attention. Attention.**
All units head for Sector 8 on axis 56, 47 immediately. A small contingent of Protoss warriors have been located. This is not a drill. Repeat, all units head for Sector 8 on axis 56, 47 immediately.
Dave::: Just sweet… You guys come back to me after this little problem. I’ll tell exactly—EXACTLY—what’s going to happen.
Roger:::Yes, sir…
Sam:::Anything, sir!
At Sector 8 on axis 56, 47
FIRE!!! The clouds of thunder rained upon the Protoss troops. So did the unstoppable hail of lead and flamethrowers. There were only a meager thirty-or-so Zealots attending the fight. Against 10 full-stocked platoons of Firebat Lieutenants and Marine Privates. Needless to say, the Protoss were blasted to bits.
Dave:::Hoohah! Haven’t had that much fun since I whooped that Ultralisk with my booby-trap.
Soldier:::Sir, that booby-trap was kick-ass! Gotta teach me how to do that sometime.
Dave:::No problem, … (looks at ID card) John Sash. No problem.
The battle is going terrifically in the Alcerons’ favor. Suddenly, no more smoke was evaporating. They were all gone. Dave and John go to explore a tent while the rest of the units pack up and go home for a day off.
Dave:::Holy nuts… what is this? One of those Protoss computer thingies?
John::: Yes, sir, one of them computer thingies. Just load it up on my drive.
John:::Also, sir, press that red button for the translator. From psionic-speak to plain ol’ English.
Dave:::Alright. Let’s hope this is useful…
Computer::: Regeneration Process. Step 5: Place extract into psionic war container. Repeat until all necessary specimens have their own containers. Step 6: After this, place the container into the main computer system. Link the computer system to a regeneration plant. Step 7: Press “ON” and enter 3553 as the code. In approximately 30 minutes, the Zealot will be back as a Dragoon.
Dave::: HOLY CRUD!! What the hell?! This is the program for the regeneration of those damned Zealots?
John:::SIR! SIR! It has just occurred to me after all those biology and science classes that this code can…
Dave::: Can what, lieutenant? Can what? Speak up, boy!
John:::Can regenerate Marines… into Dragoons!! The specimen stated in the program didn’t have to be Zealot bits and pieces but could have been a Firebat, Zealot, Marine, AND a Ghost!! What the hell!
Dave:::Do you know what this means…?
John:::Ye—
****:::I do…
To be continued… Thanks for reading, all! Have a nice day.
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