"Maybe i should try reading the bible for the pornographic parts."
-Punck
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| The Starcraft Chronicles: Episode I The Lost Armada | | | Author: | | | IP: | gateway.XXXX | | Date: | 11/11/00 01:11 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 7, Min: 7
Lifetime Rating for Monty Pylon: 6.0390 |  | The Starcraft Chronicles: Episode I The Lost Armada
DuGualles defeat at the hands of Kerrigan had forced the UED to flee the terran sector. DuGualle would commit suicide and the fleet commodores were forced to take control of the tattered expedition fleet. Only a few days after DuGualles burial in space the swarm had tracked down the UED. They quickly surrounded the ships and prepared to strike down the last remnants of the once powerful military faction.
The Bridge of the UED Alexander, one hour until the zerg assault.
The commodores filed into the meeting room aboard the flagship of the UED fleet. The once proud fleet had suffered irreplaceable ships and manpower. There were now only fifteen capital ships with each ship escorted by two squadrons of wraith fighters apiece. Four dozen transport ships were carrying ten thousand men and a few thousand pieces of artillery and heavy equipment. The fleet was now reduced to only twenty-five percent available ships and manpower with the other seventy-five percent dead or presumed dead. The commodores now had to face the fact that they were running low on fuel with the entire zerg swarm close behind. A few men lit cigars and drank from their hipflasks as if it were their last. Commodore Phillips began the meeting.
"Gentlemen. As you know we must return to Earth and prepare for a possible zerg invasion. The swarm is not a days flight from us and we must prepare our forces for hyperspace flight as soon as possible."
A slow mutter filled the room. Commodore Petrov of the UED Hornet spoke up.
"But Commodore Phillips, how can we go to hyperspace? We barley have enough power to stay functional. Our ships are in no condition to jump to hyperspace. We must land on a non-hostile world and make repairs as well as repowering our vessels."
Änd how would you propose to do that commodore! Every planet in this sector is hostile to us! We may as well land on Char or Korhal for that matter! Landing is not an option, especially when the zerg are chasing us across space!"
More and more arguments broke out as the commodores continued to fight. A few of the older members of the fleet sat down and drank a few sips of bourbon and stared into space. The dark blanket spotted with stars was said to relieve stress just by staring into the abyss. An endless sea of stars, except for a few dark patches here and there. But soon more patches began to fill the sky. The lights began to disappear and soon the sky was filled with a black moving wall. The commodores were not sure if it was the enemy or the bourbon but they knew something was wrong. Over the intercom a scout had to yell to get the attention of still arguing commodores.
"Commodore Phillips! Commodore Phillips please respond!"
"What is it private!"
"Sir I have an urgent message from our scouts protecting the rear and port flank. I'm patching it to you now."
Over the speaker came a message that they had all feared and prayed would never come. The interference was bad but the unmistakable warning could be heard across the fleet.
"The zerg have arrived. I repeat the zerg have arrived. To many to count sir. It looks like the whole swar……….."
The radio went dead as did the pilot of the wraith. Every man in the room rushed to get to the transports. The fleet jumped to life as the commodores arrived at their respective ships. All wraiths were deployed and took up defensive positions around the fleet. All weapons were powered up and everyone from the lowliest private to the highest commodore felt a chill run up their spines. The entire fleet stood ready and all transports were rounded top the center with the cruisers standing as steel sentinels against the impending attack.
A few minutes of silence passed and no zerg were seen. The fleet held its breath as a probe was sent out to investigate. Another long silence and then movement was seen in the distance. It was small and was flying fast. Could it be the probe? It gained more speed and as it came closer its identity was revealed. A small scourge flyer was closing in and every gun was trained on it. Lasers pierced the sky and the the scourge burst into a cloud of toxins and blood. Like the calm before the storm the remains of the scourg floated into the blackness of space and then they were hit.
The zerg flew in from the left flank with everything they had. Mutalisks and devourers sprayed acid onto the steel armor plates as scourge targeted the capital ships. Commodore Phillips tried to maintain order.
"Watch the left people! I repeat they are headed for the left! Baxter and Raven support the left and try and hold their position."
The massive ships turned and headed towards the left flank. The UED Arlington and the UED Atlantis had taken enormous amounts of punishment. The UED Baxter and Raven arrived just in time to save the crippled warships. Wraith fighters deployed and cloaked and began to target the devourers. Lumbering overlords floated to the center of the battle and relayed the position of the fighters to the surrounding zerg forces. The wraiths began to drop like rain as acid spores and scourge tore through their numbers. The left was about to fall unless a plan was developed.
"Commodore Petrov! You and Commodore Serov need to counter attack the zerg. Take your ships and your wraith squadrons and attack against the zerg right flank. Draw their fire so we can regroup and attack the left. Do you copy?"
"I copy that Commodore. My ships are deploying. Serov out."
"I copy commodore. My ships will follow Serov. Petrov out."
The two ships headed out but Petrov had no intention of attacking the zerg. He knew that the zerg would win with or without his intervension. He needed to dock and get supplies as well as repair. he could not do it alone for the zerg would find him. What he needed was a decoy and he knew just the man for the job. He sent a coded transmission to Commodore Serov who he knew he could convince to escape with him.
Serov was made a commodore when Commodore Phillips took control of DuGualles flagship after his death. Serov was merely a captin but lack of manpower and officers allowed fate to give Serov his promotions. Serov was inexperienced and would be easily convince by an old soldier like Petrov.
Petrov had been a commodore for many years and his whole life had involved the army. He was an experienced soldier who trusted no one and was more concerned about his own agendas. The transmission was sent and soon Serov was caught in a strange position.
"Commodore Serov. I know that the UED will fail at achieving victory this day. It is because of that fool Phillips. He believes we will prevail but we cannot sustain ourselves for long, we must land and repairs to fight another day. I have found an uninhabited planet not far from here. If we go now we can land and repair. I am going, if you come with me..well that is your choice."
Serov knew the commodore was right. But could he leave his fleet behind? He looked at the view screen to see a mass of zerg engulf the fleet. Even the Alexander, the pride and joy of the UED was a twisted wreckage of metal, fire and smoke. As the zerg descended upon the Alexander, Serov ordered his armada
to change course towards the planet in Petrovs transmission. The cruiser turned and tried to escape the carnage of the zerg onslaught. The swarm gave up the chase but a few scattered scourge picked up the sent of the cruiser and gave chase. The ship had engines burning at maximum power but it was not enough to outrun the zerg. Ten tiny blimps could be seen on the sensors as the zerg closed in.
"This is Commodore Serov, all hands prepare for impact! I repeat all hands prepare for impact! The first scourge dove towards the cruiser and slammed into the steel. It burst and sprayed its toxins over the hull. The blast hit a gas line and a huge explosion rocked the ship. The planet was in sight but the zerg were still closing on them. A second scourge slammed into the forward deck and ruptured a fuel line. Another explosion disintegrated decks four through eight. The planets atmosphere was right below the hull of the cruiser as a third scourge crashed into the number three engine. The crusier began to dip and began a mad decent to the planets surface. The remaining scourge flew in for the kill but a squadron of wraiths was there to meet them. The pilots flew their fighters into the path of the scourge and the scourge accepted this sacrifice. In an instant, wraith, scourge and man were reduced to a cloud of blood and metal.
The cruiser continued its fall to the planets surface and every man and woman braced themselves. The cruiser had lost an engine and had enough power to run four of the remaining six. The surface began to get more and more detailed and time was out. The landing thrusters were engaged and the crew held on for dear life as the emergency landing protocols were activated.
The cruiser embedded into the dirt and kicked up a cloud that blocked out the twin suns. The earth shook and every creature on the planet looked towards the heavens at the plume of earth. The dust settled and the metal of the cruiser ached and moaned under the stress of the impact. But inside the torn and battered steel hull a slight din could be heard. It echo throughout the valleys and the plains of the desert planet as each crew member celebrating being alive if not for just one more day. They had survived and lady luck was on their side. The question would be for how long?
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