| A Fan-Fic on Starcraft | | | Author: | | | IP: | h0010b59XXXX | | Date: | 01/30/01 07:01 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 4, Min: 4
Lifetime Rating for SixtyWATZ: 4.0000 |  | Yes another fan fic. With the terrible situation going on in my life, I have tried to relieve it through writing.
Dwight Stevenson Private Number 3456
His name was Dwight R. Stevenson. He was drafted during the peace time, right after the Brood War’s. His current rank was private and he hoped to rise up in the ranks after choosing to go career in the Terran Infantry.
He was assigned to Sector 7. Here he would train and become ready for his most bizzare adventures in the galaxy ahead of him......
Part 1
WELCOME TO HELL SON!!!
“Damn I’m fackin tired.”
“Shit man you haven’t even been in training for 3 weeks. You’re a fackin weak pussy”
“Hey FACK YOU”
“NO FACK YOU MOTHER FACKER”
Both men went for their ancient knives. The smaller one who had been complaining was Dwight Stevenson. The larger black man was Private Jameson.
“Im gonna fack you up man,” Jameson said egging Stevenson on. Jameson proceeded to swing his blade at Stevenson.
The military let this quarrels begin because it helped to indulge the spectators of the fight into what war was like. In other words they figured why waste money on training Marines when they can use the Marines to educate future prospects.
Stevenson ducked under Jameson’s swift swing and swung at his opponents legs. Jameson moved quickly to avoid this attack. Unfortunately he was too slow and Dwight was able to injure Jameson. Jameson fell to his knees screaming in uncontrollable pain.
“WHAT DO YOU SAY COMRADES SHOULD I FINISH THIS MOTHER FACKER OFF,” screamed Stevenson.
“YEA FACKIN CUT HIS FACKIN HEAD OFF,” a man screamed from the crowd. Cheers arose from the blood thirsty marines and the riot crew moved in. Stephenson drew his knife back and swung the handle around so the tip was pointing right at Jameson.
“Nooo man don’t do it,” Jameson uttered.
“Whos fackin weak now?” Stevenson replied as he took the blade in his hands and stabbed it right into Jameson’s head. The Marines exploded in joy for finally seeing some blood. Quickly the riot crew moved in and took over.
*****
Stevenson grew up in a normal lifestyle on a beach house during the Brood War’s. On the outskirts of Earth he was raised while millions of men died for a cause to save the planet. Stevenson learned that the race called the Zerg were a threat and when he grew up he decided to enlist. What he didn’t know was how much the Core would change him. From a funloving boy who ran along the Beach playing with his friends, he changed into what the Core would breed him into...... a hardcore killing machine.
*****
“Uhhhhh, what the fack happened”
“He’s awake,” a man whispered in the dark.
The man lying in a pool of blood and his own urine was Dwight. He had no clue what had happened or how long he had been here. Suddenly a bright flood light shown down on him.
“Ahhh Private number 3456 your finally awake”
“Who the hell are you,” Stevenson asked in deep confusion.
“Im your superior officer Private!”
“SORRY SIR DIDNT MEAN TO TALK OUT OF LINE SIR!” Stevenson blurted out realizing who he was talking to.
“At ease Private. Do you remember what happened before this Private?”
“Sir! I believe I had a quarrel with a man and I believe I killed him Sir!”
“Yes Private, you sure did. From what I hear it wasnt much of a fight. However, I did hear your technique was magnificent.”
“Thank you Sir!”
“That’s not all Private. I’ve also looked over your training records. Your quite the soldier.”
The officer began to read off information regarding shooting records, speed recordings, and accounts of leadership Dwight had accomplished during training. The way the Officer read it couldn’t help but make Dwight bring a smile to his face.
“Yes Private your training records are top notch. Now listen up Private, what I am about to tell you is absolutely Top Secret.”
“Sir?” Stevenson asked.
“Why don’t you shut up and listen Private,” the officer barked.
“YES SIR!”
“Ok, now here’s the situation. As you know the Zerg leader Kerrigan survived the Brood War’s. It’s been six months since the end of that war and I’m afraid we’ve run into more trouble. Colonel Duke and his men sent Emergency Transmissions around 0600 hours yesterday. Most of the message was fragmented, but we did manage to pick up the majority of it. It seems that the recon mission we sent Duke on was an utter failure. Now we don’t know if he’s still alive, but we do want to send a retrieval team in to see if he is. He may have important information, and he’s an asset to our cause.”
“Sir, I beg your pardon, but why me?”
“Son, I’m not going to throw sunshine up your ass, but it seems you have the marks to become a great warrior if you think right.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Anytime Private, but right now you have a mission. Your ship will leave in 0600 hours so say suit up and get ready. Meet me at the airpad in 0500 hours for briefing and team introduction.”
“YES SIR!”
“Thats what I like to hear Private”
“O sir”
“Yes Private?”
“Whats your name sir”
“Colonel Harding”
Dwight extended his hand for a handshake, and was quickly refused when Harding glanced at his hand and saw the dry blood from Private Jameson all over Stevensons body.
“Maybe you oughta’ get cleaned up too Private if you plan on not disgusting your team,” Harding said with a smile. Harding walked out of the room and Stevenson followed. After a hot shower, Stevenson made his way to the airpad. All this time thinking about how odd that he was picked to be on this mission. He couldn’t help but be proud of himself, but quickly he disciplined himself for being cocky. Cockiness would get you killed when your going into a hotzone. When Stevenson arrived at the airpad he checked his watch and realized he was a few minutes late.
“Oh my my what an honor to see the fashionably late rookie,” the briefer said with an insulting attitude towards Stevenson.
“SORRY SIR LOST TRACK OF TIME WONT HAPPEN AGAIN SIR!”
“Better not Private, take a seat. Ladies and Gents this is Private Dwight Stevenson. He will be your gunner and perform other oddjobs. Respect him even though he carries low rank because he may be the one who saves your life.” “Now Stevenson heres your team.” The man pointed out all the people in the room. There was a tall skinny man called Johnson who was a sniper and exterminator. A women named Rica who was in charge of Medical issues and communications was next to Johnson. A dirty man next to her named Butch was in charge of engineering and heavy artillery. Next to him was another infantry man like himself who was named Riker. After the introductions had finished the briefing began.
“Your mission is simple folks. Our last transmission from Duke was recieved here. Now thats a good 500 miles from where we believe the zerg main is. So you’ll be dropped here. About 15 miles from the last transmission. Butch will be driving a tank so hell be able to carry you on that. Now when you get to the rendevous point your comm man errr women will set up a com station where we will be able to link up with you and get a status report. After this your dropship which will be stationed away from your original drop point will come back to pick you up. If Duke is alive however, your mission will be to wait for an additional drop ship to come and pick up him and his crew. Also, supposing you run into resistance, you are free to eliminate anything that gives you trouble. I repeat eliminate any non friendly’s. Even if it’s a scout eliminate it! Now you have your orders MOVE OUT TEAM!!!”
End Part 1
What a great place to end it :-P. Tell me if you liked it so i can do part 2. |
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