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| The Protoss Make Their Moves (gayass title) | | | Author: | | | IP: | CPE00207XXXX | | Date: | 04/26/02 06:04 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 7, Min: 7
Lifetime Rating for Orcrist: 6.5000 |  | Part Two of the Deep Vortex Series. If you haven't read the first part, go here.
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The Protoss Make Their Moves (gayass title)
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Styke had won five battles and lost zero. He was top rank first-class private. Yet, he was never promoted any higher. The other soldiers saw Styke as top-class but the commander didn't. The commander didn't take any crap from the soldiers. The commander only chose soldiers who could be trusted to enter the top ranks. Styke was not yet trusted. After the commander heard Styke's fishy story of how he came to be here, he couldn't trust the guy any longer until he could prove himself. Styke was smart and strong but he wasn't trusted.
The zerg were not to be trusted either. Twice they had sent transmissions but the commander never read them. He even told his most trustful men not to read them either. He knew it would be something like an alliance or something bad. The commander didn't take alliances. Why? He had allied with the protoss one time before and the protoss "backstabbed" him. He took this dearly and now he even thought twice, three times even four times before allying with a fellow human. To the commander's eyes, everyone was an enemy.
As soon as the zerg were defeated the fifth time, the commander withdrew the terran forces into a small outpost in a canyon. The canyon was surrounded by sand dunes and large, wide cliffs overlooking the outpost. The terrans took refuge in what was the lost city of Suburba. The outpost was protected by high walls that led into the beaten city.
The city itself was... "unclean"... Bodies were left all over the grounds in what was believed to be the marketplace. It sure was a peaceful city, lying there in the canyon like that. The houses looked torn down. Some still stood, but they had broken windows, doors and other things broken. Some houses still housed furniture. But the furniture was all ripped up and shredded into pieces. Skeletons were found all about the houses. The city hall had suffered the most by the looks. The whole ceiling had collapsed and the large front doors had been smashed down. No traces of humans remained except for the skeletons and the dead bodies of the people.
The terrans looked around the houses and gathered in the middle of the city, where a fountain had once stood. Styke stood behind the others when he suddenly heard a noise behind him. He took up his rifle and stood alert. Out of an old alley a zergling made its appearance. It ran straight towards Styke but Styke was alert and his rifle brought the zergling down fairly easily. The other marines around him loaded their rifles. They stood alert carefully, no one dared to even breathe loudly. Two more zerglings appeared on Styke's side but with the help of the others they brought the zerglings to their deaths almost immediately.
"This place is infested," breathed Styke. He reloaded his rifle with the extras from his suit and said more loudly, "The zerg have infested this town! Doesn't the commander know this?" Styke eyed the commander and the commander looked back at him but quickly withdrew his gaze, ashamed at the mistake he hade made.
Upon these words, the others picked up their rifles and stood very still. No one moved and no one even breathed softly. Styke eyed the old alleys carefully hoping that the zerg wouldn't come from that direction.
"My life for the Swarm!"
The marines panted more heavily now. Human voices. How could that be? There were no people left here, what could have possibly made a voice that sounded so human-like. Out of the alley stepped a figure. A human. Wait, it couldn't be. The figure stood and re-enacted the human abilities but it was nothing like it. Its face was mutilated. It's body was covered with slime and his face and burnt marks all over it. The human was infested. The swarm had took him and infested him to the core. But from the alleys came more and more of these infested creatures.
"They do a shitload of damage," growled a voice. The commander. "Destroy them first or end up losing your life."
Styke didn't wait for and orders and shot the first infested terran. The infested one exploded killing some of his fellow brethren. Enraged, the zerg charged the terrans. The other marines hesitated no more and fired their rifles, first at the infested humans, then at the other zerg. Marines screamed around Styke and even once an infested terran managed to explode at the foot of some marines. The marines exploded with so much devastation that the others around exploded too.
The commander was yelling his ass off. "Fools! Destroy the infested ones first! We can't afford to lose any more men."
Fortunately for the terrans, no more infested marines came into view again. It seemed that the zerg had run out of human supplies. They fought on against the endless flow of the swarm. Just as the commander called for reinforcements, a building was smashed down willingly. A angry roar was heard and when the smoke and dust cleared a huge figure loomed over the terrans. The figure had tusks like an elephant, but a hundred times stronger. It was bigger than an elephant and it was louder too.
Styke and his fellow marines, Gorman amoung them, shot the biggest zerg, known as the ultralisk. Unluckily, their bullets did not even pierce his thick hides. Its powerful tusks ripped through a marine and the limbs fell lifelessly onto the ground. There was no way the terrans could win now. Styke still kept his efforts up to kill the ultralisk though, when another came thrashing through the other side of the city.
"Holy shit," said Styke. "Where's that back-up?"
As soon as those words were spoken, the sound of planes were heard. "Roger, roger. Going in for the kill, cap'n. Let's go wraith squad 32. Ace out."
"Roger. Moving in."
Styke looked up and saw many wraiths that completely obscurred the sky. The dropships came in with them and the terrans quickly boarded them, hoping never to see the horrible city again. Many terran corpses lay on the ground, but the rest that were alive, were safe.
"Listen you wraiths," said the commander through the transmitter, once aboard the lead dropship, "your lasers aren't going to do shit to those tough ultralisk hides."
"Roger, commander," came an instant reply. "How 'bout we deploy the nuke?"
"Launch it."
A ghost jumped off the dropship and cloaked up. The ghost quickly chose the best place to target the nuke and readied it for launch.
The nuke fell with such brilliance. The zerg still roamed aimlessly around the outpost and still didn't know what was going on when the nuke fell. A tremendous explosion occurred killing all the zergs. The city also went down with them, though. The buildings collapsed and the walls caved in. The smoke didn't even clear, even when they were well over the ocean. The commander stood at the front and Styke listened to the conversation that he was having with the dropship pilots.
"The protoss have arrived?" the commander asked stunningly. "This means we have another enemy to deal with."
"Not really, commander," replied a dropship pilot. "I think their main target would be the zerg right now, commander. They have no intention of attacking us while the zerg still roam space. We may have a hope."
"You may be right Shelly. But the thing is, the protoss are dim-witted. They're stupid, they're idiots. They can't think for shit. To them, we're just another enemy. The only hope I see us having is if the protoss allied with us to eradicate the zerg. Or we could just ally with the zerg, but that's just far-fetched. The zerg are even dumber than the protoss. Sure, they can attack good, but they got no brains."
"So what is it you propose we do?" asked Shelly.
"We need to speak to Mengsk's son about this. Teras Mengsk will know what to do."
"Should it not be better to ask Arcturus Mengsk himself?"
"Last time some one did that, they ended up 'forcing' Mengsk to start another fucking war. I ain't going to let that happen. Teras is smarter than his father when it comes to warfare. Trust me."
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"So let me get this straight. The zerg have attacked you twice and you managed to survive. You just blew up the old city Suburba and then you're coming here to ask me to help you in the coming of the protoss?"
"Yes, Teras," replied Commander Stratus. "That's exactly what I mean."
Teras laughed. "Can you not handle the protoss by yourselves? Do you need our fucking help to kill off a bunch of measly psychic warriors? Then you're worried about the zerg, when we've been having problems with them, too? Get a life Stratus. You ain't meant to be a commander when you can't even keep an army organized and ready for a small battle. Why do you think I was made commander of my country's forces?"
"Because people thought you would be as good as your mother-fucking father, Arcturus, but you know what? You turn out to be worse."
"I could kill you right now Stratus. No one ever talks about my father like that."
"You wouldn't. You'd just talk shit about him more. And for killing me, the people'd get suspicious. A commander killing a fellow commander. That ain't the code of the commander, dumbass. You say you're having problems with the zerg? Then maybe we can help each other out." There was a slight pause. "The protoss aren't just aiming for the zerg y'know. They'll come after us after they're done playing with their precious little toys. You'll die with the zerg."
Stratus then turned and left the center and went over to the dropships on the outskirts of town.
"Sir!" said Shelly as soon as he stepped in.
"What is it?" asked Stratus, grumpily.
"We have discovered something moving on the edge of the river. Look!"
The screen showed many figures of... things. The protoss were here. Stratus was in a rage. "Teras you fucker, the protoss are here, I knew it." He paused and yelled for the first two names to come into his mind. "Styke, Gorman! We need to inform Teras that the Protoss are here. Shelly, as my lead dropship, tell the others to leave the river and enter the city. Wherever you go, we'll find you. Go now!"
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Stratus, Styke and Gorman entered Teras's command headquarters once more and confronted the commander.
"Why have you brought soldiers with you?" the infuriated commander, Teras, asked. "Do you plan to overthrow our kingdom? I will not have it! Gua-"
His words were cut short as Styke held his rifle to Teras's chest.
Stratus spoke now. "Teras, we do not plan to overthrow your kingdom, nor do we plan to kill you. We've come to save your puny ass. The protoss are by the Grand River. They are not stopping their path. Their path to destroy this city. If you want your city, actually, if you want your ass saved, gather your men just outside the city, my forces will join yours."
Teras did not hesitate this time. Perhaps it was the power of Stratus' words or that he just wanted his ass saved or just out of pity. He just assembled his troops on the western side of the city. The side where the protoss would be attacking. Stratus assembled his men with Teras's. With his infantry, Stratus also sieged some tanks on the perimeter and kept his wraiths close by so if he needed them, they would be at hand. As Stratus looked upon the western ridge of the river, he could see some dragoons.
Just then, the sky darkened and thunderclouds loomed overhead, obscurring the sun's rays. Lightning streaked across the sky and down to the terran forces. Many infantry were shocked badly and some were split into little pieces. The high templar were casting their only ultimate attack: Psionic Storm.
The dragoons charged in. The first five to enter range were blown apart by the sheer force of the siege tanks. The infantry charged in and began attacking the dragoons. Medics frantically healed the wounded soldiers and the siege tanks kept blowing random dragoons up. Stratus deployed his wraiths, cloaked. The protoss still had observers hanging around. The wraiths retreated. It didn't matter though. The oncoming dragoons were slaughtered by the siege tanks on the outlying perimeter. The dragoons retreated and the terrans were safe.
Stratus, Styke and Gorman again, walked into the command headquarters of Teras. Teras thanked them gleefully.
"If it wasn't for you, this city would've been screw over by an onslaught of protoss. My thanks to you Stratus. And Styke, why the fuck aren't you a commander yet?"
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So, I hope you enjoyed it. Yes, some things are a lot different than usual. And the sergeant is not in this one because I felt he'd just be a nuisance if he was. And this part is mainly based on the commander Stratus. The first 3-5 parts or so will just be a good intro to the characters. Anyways, I'll have part three out soon. Enjoy!
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