"Even though I don't have sound, I could sort of hear the groaning and "neawraoungh" of drones, so it was nice to be back to Zerg. "
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| Zeratul's Elite | | | Author: | | | IP: | 202.188.XXXX | | Date: | 01/02/01 04:01 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 4, Min: 4
Lifetime Rating for PraetorOfAiur: 3.5000 |  | You know, one of those cool chapter (Fan fic). While I’m learning html at this site, and by the time I finish these fan fic chapters, I HOPE that I’ll be able to do normal brs. Oh yea IM NOT PoA. Well sorta I am because I have the PraetorofAiur thingie, but im not the PoA u know. So don’t call be PoA… If you EVER see me online call me praetor or something. Oh, and html helps are appreciated in the comments J. !Whois PraetorofAiur wont help, I tried it J.
Introduction
Once called Zeratul’s Elite, they accompanied Zeratul in the Vanilla ages (you know what I mean) to Tassadar. Though some of them perished in the battle (in case you sacrificed some of them :P) there were new recruits. Only the MoFu BaLdI (Dark council, didn’t know what to call it :P) knew of this group, and recruited many DTs to the this group. But before they could join it, they had to be personally interviewed by Zeratul, and while many veterans were calm while in Zeratul’s presence, there were more who were “newbish” and had their knees turned to jelly in his presence (try meeting someone like the president if you know what I mean). So not many people err… Protoss made it.
Begins…. (insert star wars music (if I had html and the cable internet to do it, I would) right here). Some BR people are here, so don’t get offended. Oh yea, this is after the Brood Wars.
MoJo (not Austin’s “bla” ok, so don’t think about it) shaked his head as the trainee for the Elite Dozen turned on his Warp Blades. “Fight with out weapons was the First Rule remember?” his voice dripped with sarcasm. The trainee ignored him, and charged quickly toward him. MoJo just sidestepped and with alittle footwork, slammed him onto the ground. “Killed 15 marines single handedly my mojo (ok, this is the “bla”). Must have been no detection.” he muttered as he strode to Zeratul.
“Finding a trainee worthy of the Elite was harder than he thought.” he muttered to Zeratul as he passed him. “Worry not my friend, for we will find one worthy or I am not the Praetor.” Zeratul whispered. “Sure, you’ve always been the calm one, but im the one who need to kick some FuGa.” MoJo said. “You’ll get your chance soon enough at the mission today.” Zeratul said. “Which is to kill a dozen terran marines without detection, like that idiot did today?” MoJo whispered, laced with sarcasm. “No, today you getta kick some Zerg and Terran FuGa. Kill the hive emplacement HEAVILY defended by spores and sunks so no stealth this time. Combine it with Assassinating General Fradu, Delta’s new leader. So… leader=heavily defended get it?” Zeratul whispered. “Yes! Finally a mission with honor!” MoJo exclaimed. “Quiet, watch this one… do you think he’ll be able to beat Wilkeke this time?” Zeratul asked.
Wilkeke was a fighter, mainly known for his relaxed form of conversation in a fight, and having picked up the word “monkey boy” from a Terran words. Don’t mess with him thought, you’ll soon wish your mojo was Reinforced with litanium. Unfortunately, his opponent was a muscle bound goon (not dragoon, if you think its dragoon, ur addicted to sc like I am!). Wilkeke was a quick slasher, one that slashed once and ran away, slashed another and ran away before the opponent could attack him. (Micro, if you have that kind of micro, plz teach me how :P) The opponent, known as BobNewt was a quick killer. But while quick, he lacked the greater speed of Wilkeke. But while Wilkeke was quicker, BobNewt was stronger. Both were in the Elite, but they were battling for practice. Usually, it ended with both opponents tied, both in sweat, or Garunga. Wilkeke selected a engraved sword, a family weapon of high importance, and more deadly as a psionic disruptor if the user was skilled enough to slash before the disruption ball made it out of the goon (this time dragoon), while BobNewt selected a Lurklot, a sweeping weapon, known for its deadliness and how slow it took to slash again.
Wilkeke moved first, attacking from the side, with a quick slash. BobNewt parried and slashed out. But before BobNewt could bring the slash over, Wilkeke was already on the side. Wilkeke dived onto the deck and jabbed the sword right into the mojo (warned you about it already at the top). But, obviously BobNewt had experience with Wilkeke and had reinforced “it” with litanium J (haha all you people who thought ouch). Wilkeke, now that he knew he couldn’t use his erm… favorite move (jk) moved to the side and used a broad sweeping sword move. But Wilkeke would regret it as BobNewt grabbed his hand and avoided the slash. BobNewt twisted and Wilkeke, used to BobNewt’s form of attack, had greased it with WD 2000 and Wilkeke just twisted out of the grip. Wilkeke slashed and unlike before, instead of jabbing, a real slash. BobNewt parried and was pushing the sword over. Both opponents were Garunging crazily. Wilkeke was being pushed over when suddenly, Drefbas, Praetor, and Blablaman ran in. These were the three leaders of the Elite. Zeratul was the main leader.
“Stand up!” Drefbas shouted as the members of the non-leader Elite stood up. Wilkeke, BobNewt, MoJo, Cynical iGaM, Collsy, kidonfire, PoA, VCS 700, Incandescence, I_LOVE_MEDICS (hehe sorry just hadda make fun of it, no offense ok?), Hydraling, and “Best of the Best” Trainees stood up. “We have 60 Boogies incoming. Obviously, this fleet is in Zerg space and we need to stay in cloak field of the arbiter. Arbiters are expensive so we cannot bring it into battle with these twelve boogies. Though you will have superior firepower in your SlasherOnFire corsairs (heavily modified corsairs). You will be outnumbered. 60>40 or 41 if Zeratul is coming. Hopefully they are not Devourers along with scourge. Suit up!” Praetor said.
“You think you’re gonna make it out?” Drebas asked Praetor. “Yea, I think I will, but if I don’t, tell my Wief that she was my last words.” “Yea, if I go, im gonna miss my Wief too.”
GOGOGOGOGO, Flash of green, G-forces were all regular to the Elite. But this time, this would be a tight fight. “Stay tight Protoss!” “I got one on my tail!” “Coming!” “OVIES!!! THEY’RE DROPPING GOGOGOGO”. 5 ovies were popped but the damage had been done. 6 hydras had been dropped, and with the low attack rate of 12 damage on ground, the SlasherOnFires had to retreat. “Elite! Flank them!” But this was a mistake as the Elite encountered 2 Scrouge. 2 Scrouge were popped and Devourers rolled to the flank. “Shoot! Our flank has been found out hottail the way outta this place! But it was too late…
Devourers pursued the Elite, and Praetor moved over and covered Blablaman. “What are you doing idiot!” Drefbas screamed as Drefbas popped a Devourer on Praetor’s tail. “Praetor, before you cover someone look at your own tail!” “Thx” “AHHH 5 scrouge on my tail!” Wilkeke screamed. BobNewt rolled over and took them out. “Thx Bob, remember me to let you win once if we get outta this.” “Fat Chance” Bob replied. Blablaman then shot a flare over to a scrouge going to Zeratul. “Zeratul, get behind us… Kerrigan is probably ordering them to destroy you…” Blablaman said. “Zeratul?” Zeratul made no reply as suddenly the corsair went into a spin. “Zeratul!” Zeratul was still continuing the spin as the corsair stalled. Then, all of a sudden, the scrouge stopped pursuing and Zeratul’s corsair righted itself. “Alright! Whaddya do?” Blablaman asked. “Something about psionics, ttyl about it ok?” Zeratul answered. Then, suddenly, 2 corsairs exploded as new purple goo splashed. “OH NO!!! INCANDESCENCE? COLLSY? NOOOO!” VCS 700 screamed. Then, suddenly 5 of the 6 Devourers popped as all the flare shooting finally paid off. 20 scrouge still remained as they made it to the ships and then…
Continued….
Hope you liked this... well anyway I worked hard on this (hint hint) hehe and Christmas holidays is ending L… but HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Tips on how to improve this (cough flames cough) are appreciated (well not really flames but… :O) ) don’t be offended by my talk ok? Good…
O yea, this is like a poem from the civil war, I thought it was kinda nice J
I asked for strength that I might achieve;
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men and women;
I was given weakness that I might fell the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for,
but everything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered,
I am among all people most richly blessed.
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