Captain Yetts was sitting in his office when the news came. Yetts was a captain in the Terran Confederacy. He was assigned under Omega Squadron. Yetts stood at six feet, five inches. He had military-style black hair and green eyes. Always was he found in his neat Confederate Captain’s suit, with his insignia over his heart. Slowly he turned in his chair to face the Lieutenant that stood in his doorway. His hands slowly rested on his neat, oak wood desk. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?” he asked him.

“Sir!” A crisp salute was thrown at the Captain, “Reports have just came in from Beta group. They said they incurred in a major battle while on patrols with Zerg forces. They overtook the Zerg group, but they think it was only a patrol.” Captain Yetts would slowly look down at his desk. Great. Zerg on Raighnes. This was just what they needed.

“Lieutenant. Set up a Siege Tank, Missile Turret, and Bunker defense on the western side of the Apache mineral patch. Keep that command center protected. Standard Zerg set up. Three marines, one firebat. Send ghosts on patrols throughout the western perimeter of the planet. See if they can find that damned Zerg outpost. Let us pray that’s all it is.” Yetts nodded to the Lieutenant.

“Yes, sir!” responded the Lieutenant. As the Lieutenant left, Yetts shook his head. He knew this would occur sooner or later. It wasn’t a Zerg outpost, he knew. It was a Zerg stronghold. Slowly he pressed a button to directly speak to his factory manager. They had accumulated seven factories on the planet. “Begin production of Goliath Walkers. Give me about twenty-five. Send them to Apache post.”

“Alright, boys. Happy hunting.” That would be the dropship pilot speaking. Quickly those five ghosts would be dumped from one hundred feet in the air, going four hundred knots. God, Agent 1125 hated this part. BAM! Their suits made contact with the ground, Agent 1125 wincing as their ground shock units helped absorb the hard fall. But then instinct would kick in as he immediately pulled his 25mm C-10 Canister Rifle which was slung across his back, inserting a magazine quickly into its chamber. The squad leader, Agent 1147, would then assign orders, “Alright, boys. Our mission is to scout the western perimeter. Headquarters will send a dropship to pick us up when they feel we’ve gone far enough. We are to scout out this western perimeter for a Zerg outpost and/or stronghold. If we find one we are to move in and paint for possible targets, then move out. Any questions?” The whole five-man squadron responded in unison,

“No, sir!”

“Then move out, men,” 1147 said. And at that moment, Agent 1125 would turn on his heel, immediately heading out to the south, southwest. He had been walking for about two hours before he heard noise, not finding a thing. His initial instinct lead his hand to his helmet, flicking the switch to activate his cloaking gear which was attached to his HES, or Hostile Environment Suit. He held his C-10 at firing position, his robotic-implanted eyeballs looking around for anything. Someone or thing was out there. Slowly he continued to walk. The ground became elevated, and he gasped suddenly as he reached the top of the “hill”. He was on a plateau. And below him wasn’t a Zerg Infestation. It was a Protoss. He couldn’t scout out that base, cloaking just wouldn’t cut it. Infiltrating that base with just cloaking to hide you was suicide. He looked around before radioing in to base, “This is Agent one-one-two-five, reporting. Zerg may be on this planet, but I have found a Protoss settlement. They are bearing the color green, which would signify they are of the Akilae Tribe, one of the strongest Tribes the Protoss possess. I am requesting immediate evacuation of the area. My coordinates are One-Niner-Niner-Seven-Five-Eight-Two-Seven. The base is located at Niner-Niner-Five-Five-One-Seven-Eight-Niner-Zero.” He was forced to wait a few seconds before a response came,

“Agent 1125, your immediate pickup has been cleared by Captain Yetts. Evac is on the way. Headquarters out.” 1125 sighed in relief. Slowly he headed down the plateau, keeping his C-10 in a ready position as he waited for that dropship. And right in his vicinity, the ever-watchful eye of Observer 907 relayed the ghost and its discovery back to base.