Shakamis, the Zealot was hard pressed. His forces had initially done well, after destorying the Bunker closest to them, they had moved on to the barracks. A small force of Marines with female support had killed 1/4 of his group. He had been seprated from his fellow warriors. Then, as he grouned a Supply Depot hoping to find an entrance, 3 Firebats emerged.
"For Aiur!" He yelled as he charged them.
"Yeeeaaah thats the stuff!" The Firebats said as they engaged their Stimpaks. The Fireabts flame throwers quickly took his shields away and scorched him, he ran. He ran as he had never run before. Suddenly the Executors voice sounded in his head.
"You have run from the enemy, fellow warrior. You have proved yourself a coward."
"I was going to die if I did not run!"
Shakamis told the Executor.
"Then you would have died in the service of your people. That is the greatest honour. Yet you turned down that honour and ran. As only a coward would do. I declare you Outcast!"
Shakamis felt fury and anger rush through him. What could he do now? A thunderus CRASH rent the air as an ultralisk landed in front of him. He slowly backed away...he then broadcasted a psychich wave of the needing of help and fear. He recived scorn and hate and even some that depicted "Honourless coward!".
The ultralisks great claws penetrated what was left ok his weak shielding and ripped into him, he fell to the ground, his chest had been lacarated and his arms were gashed. The ultralisk trampled him as it went to the Terran Command Center... it was soon destroyed. Shakamis had a last vision of the Protoss and Zerg fighting each other before he blacked out...

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Whew! What a battle! I wonder if they will be ok...poor Chitters....*sniffles can be heard in the background* Ok...ok...I'm ok...Heres Chapter 2...
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Shakamis was just now regaining consciousness when saw the destuction that reigned total around the once bustleing Terran emcampment. Only burning remains were left behind. He stood up, his legs felt fine, if a bit shakey. His arms and chest burned with pain though, so he walked on, looking for some shelter. He was an outcast...driven out of his people by a proud pompus Executor. Then he heard a small squealing or growling sound comeing from somewhere. He looked around and saw a small Zergling mourning over another dead Zergling.

He tried activating his Warp Blades, but he was too weak. The Zergling looked to Shakamis and walked over, head bowed. Shakamis looked suprised, that was the sign of submission. It’s voice souned in the back of his mind.
“Heelloo, Protoss. I, am Cheeters. That Zergling...was...my...poolmate...”
The Zergling Sniffed sadly.
“Why are you not attacking me?”
He asked Chitters.
“I was...sniff...disconected from the overmind....”
Chitters started too weep.
“Oaarrrggg....”
A voice sounded from a nearby bunker reackage.
Chitters and Shakamis looked at each other, then ran over to the bunker.
Chitters clawed away at the rubbles and Shakamis dug away with his large hands.

Jim Taylor looked up at his resucers.
“Uhhh...uuhhh...HELLP!!!”
He ran away 10 feet before stoping. He looked at the destruction the was everywhere. Spidery dragoons legs and torsos floating in the blue goo that kept their occupants alive. Zealots were mangled, liying on the ground in grotesque positions. Dead zerglings littered the ground, the snakelike hydralisks were bleeding profusely. The disgusting carcases of Ultralisks were everywhere. Marine bodys litterd the ground, medics liying beside, Firebats were dead, most on fire. Taylor sank to his knees. Then he noticed the wounds on his left arm and leg. He looked to chitters, who still had his bullets in his body. “Umm...you....Zergling...”
“CHEETERS!!!”
Chitters yelled telepathicly to Jim.
“...Ok....Cheeter-”
He began, but was cut off by Shakamis.
“His name is Chitters.”
Jim looked sideways at Shakamis for a couple seconds before begining again.
“Ok...’Chitters’...I’m...sorry...that I killed your friend...and hurt you...”
“Maybee...after...a while...I may forgivee youu! But not now!”
Jim looked to Shakamis.
“We look like the only survivors...what do we do now?”
Shakamis looked from Jim to Chitters and to Jim again.
“Like Chitters, I do not trust you, Terran. We will have to work together to get back with our people. I have been outcast by the Executor. I belive the Terran would think you dead. Chitters has been abandoned by the Overmind. We will work together.”
Jim slowly put his hand forward...Shakamis’s slowly his his on Jim’s. Chitters reluctantly put a claw in. It was done.

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Well, thats the end of chapter 2 and this instalment. Wait for the next one which will be out(hopefully)soon... This has been a production by....
A little....lost....
Slightly Deranged....SCV....

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