Report, edit, etc...Posted by smasher25 on 2006-07-05 at 16:08:17
although I suck crap at Playing starcraft I am rather O.k at fan fiction, I'll post chapter one here and see what you say about it.
Note: Its a whole different storyline starring the characters of the starcraft campaign! Yes I got some facts wrong but who cares? Just go with the story will ya?
Captain Jim Raynor sprinted and rolled, in the dark swamps of Dagon that was located in the nameless planet. All memories of how everything was before the eon-shifter diminished, and he was working for an organization called Mar Sara. (The eon-shifter changed this as well) His armor was dirty, and there were thick roots that even grew in the murky water. Raynor was sent on a mission directed by the leader of Mar Sara Aldus Naughtener. Ever since the Zerg were found, there was nothing but chaos, destruction, and months of tedious, but fatal war. Even now, the battle did not seem to wane, Dagon had water everywhere around them, and in places with slightly high elevation, there were thick undergrowth, and dead trees. The infestation got cruel and unforgiving in this area, and to clear it out, and destroy the Zerg was his mission. Extermination of the Zerg was his main. He turned his head back and saw a Goliath trip over one of those coils of roots, strong and thick as a rope. The Zerg were recklessly slashing away, at all the plants, and one of those muscular, mammoth-like Ultralisks swiped at any unmovable obstacles. Raynor signaled a few of his marines to take cover over a dozen Hydralisk needles under a fallen tree trunk. They both fired at the Hydralisk as the bullets from the gauss rifles pierced the Hydralisk’s light carapace, and left them hissing at the pain. A Hydralisk managed to get a clear shot at a Marine’s head, and the deadly acidic needle spines broke through his visor, and went straight into his skull. Unconscious, the marine collapsed to the ground. Raynor sighed at his thinning numbers, as the Siege Tanks initiated siege mode, and bombarded any clumps of Zerg forces. Raynor then saw two Zerglings leap over the tree trunk, catching his infantry by surprise, and to his misfortune, one of them landed on his back! He tried to shake it away but its claws sunk deeper and deeper into his armor, not only getting them closer to his skin, but rooting it more deeply into his armor.
“Hold Still!” Raynor heard a ghost call, He got a clear at the marine’s head with a c-10, and it exploded, splattering blood everywhere. The other Zergling had already ripped open an unlucky marine; Raynor blew it back before it came over to him with a hand-pistol.
“Thanks,” Raynor said to the ghost smiling, “I owe you one,” The ghost simply nodded, and cloaked. The Zerg were getting numerous, and his forces were getting closer and closer to retreating. He shot another Zergling with a gauss rifle, blasting the dead corpse back, and sending it spiraling on the damp mud. He and the other few marines shot urgently at any more advancing Zerglings, hoping not to suffer the same fate as the dead marine at their sides did. A Mutalisk then flew over them, its bat-like wings flapping rapidly, it shot a fatal Glave Wurm at a clump of two tanks, they ricocheted off both tanks, leaving a sizzling hole in the burning metal, then a small force of guardians finished the job, after bombing the tanks with even more acidic balls.
“We can’t win this sir,” a marine sighed “There’s too few of us,” Raynor looked into the midst of battle, over the fog the Zerg were regrouping, the marine was right. He spotted more aero Zerg units fly past his head, and Zerg sneaking to his left. Raynor then knew what was happening.
“Run! They’re surrounding us!” he bellowed, this startled his remaining troops, and made them frantically look around. Already there were Mutalisks at his rear, and very few wraiths giving a futile attempt to bring the whole force down. Raynor and his troops sprinted over the battlefield, there were needle spines pelting the ground, they narrowly dodged, an occasional acid spore from a slow guardian. Even if they evaded this storm of Zerg missiles, some of them were caught in the thick undergrowth being pinned down, only to meat a sad fate, having a Zergling land straight on top of them. Firebats blasted away and any intimidating Zerglings, trying to leave a frying corpse behind, but some were smart enough to rip open the tanks, blowing them up and leaving the Firebats with extremely low ammunition. The swarm of Zerg was like little dots shimmering in the distance, which got more of a shadowy silhouette as they emerged from the fog. Raynor looked at the advancing Zerg, so malevolent, and bloodthirsty creatures, with their razor sharp claws, skull-like face, and jagged teeth. They really matched up well with the damp terrain. Every step that Raynor took left a footprint in the dirty mud, and he created a lot of them while he stepped towards, a Goliath walker. The condition of the Goliath wasn’t too bad, its legs were tangled in one of the weeds that grew in the water, and there were a little bit of mud caked on its machine gun barrel. The window was cracked but only slightly, and there was murky water splashed on it. Raynor got in it, as he sat down on its hard, rough cockpit, he activated machine guns, and reinforced his troops, blasting away at Zerglings and Hydralisks, and there were very few missiles intact though. One of the Marines untangled Raynor’s Goliath from the thick-rooted weeds, using a vibro-blade. The rest of the attack force went with Raynor, trying to fight their way through the storm of battle, and Raynor, tried to keep the goliath from encountering any more plants. This task was virtually impossible though, he went barely 100 meters when his Goliath legs tripped over a thick root of a tree. When the window hit the muddy ground, it landed on a dead muscular Ultralisk. The double-paned bulletproof glass was unable to withstand the extreme impact, and it shattered, instantly, but luckily, Raynor’s marine visor protected him from the glittering shards of glass. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the glass-splintered cockpit, shooting a Zergling on his way. He got back on the soft ground, and regrouped with his small attack force, they ran, ran, ran, ran, and ran.
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It was frenzy. In hopes of making their way out of the blood colored swamp, they ran a kilometer, facing losses, and Zerg who just lunged at them, or just fired away. When they had gone approximately one kilometer, a red haired woman came into view, with a small force of Terrans. She wore the usual equipment of a ghost. Raynor felt relieved at the sight of Sarah Kerrigan. She had been his best friend for years; they were so close friends, that she was practically his sister, having known her ever since he first held a gun. Lieutenant Kerrigan gave one of her warming smiles, as Raynor approached her.
“Can’t savor the moment Jim, we got to get you outta here.”
“I- Really – would- like- to –catch-my-breath,” Raynor panted, bending down and clutching his thighs. “I really am glad to have taken one of those beep tests (stamina tests)” Sarah shot a Hydralisk, while the small reinforcements provided cover for the veterans of this battle.
“C’mon,” Sarah ran with Raynor, the distance wasn’t far, and the normal terrain of the nameless planet came into view, they finally made it out.
Raynor was happy for survival, but as he noticed the Zerg gave up their pursuit on them, he noticed that they had failed to eliminate the Zerg threat.
If the Zerg retaliates, Mar Sara might not survive.
ADDITION:
Please Give feedback, and review this please. I'm about to submit Chapter II (it was pre-written)
Note: Its a whole different storyline starring the characters of the starcraft campaign! Yes I got some facts wrong but who cares? Just go with the story will ya?
Captain Jim Raynor sprinted and rolled, in the dark swamps of Dagon that was located in the nameless planet. All memories of how everything was before the eon-shifter diminished, and he was working for an organization called Mar Sara. (The eon-shifter changed this as well) His armor was dirty, and there were thick roots that even grew in the murky water. Raynor was sent on a mission directed by the leader of Mar Sara Aldus Naughtener. Ever since the Zerg were found, there was nothing but chaos, destruction, and months of tedious, but fatal war. Even now, the battle did not seem to wane, Dagon had water everywhere around them, and in places with slightly high elevation, there were thick undergrowth, and dead trees. The infestation got cruel and unforgiving in this area, and to clear it out, and destroy the Zerg was his mission. Extermination of the Zerg was his main. He turned his head back and saw a Goliath trip over one of those coils of roots, strong and thick as a rope. The Zerg were recklessly slashing away, at all the plants, and one of those muscular, mammoth-like Ultralisks swiped at any unmovable obstacles. Raynor signaled a few of his marines to take cover over a dozen Hydralisk needles under a fallen tree trunk. They both fired at the Hydralisk as the bullets from the gauss rifles pierced the Hydralisk’s light carapace, and left them hissing at the pain. A Hydralisk managed to get a clear shot at a Marine’s head, and the deadly acidic needle spines broke through his visor, and went straight into his skull. Unconscious, the marine collapsed to the ground. Raynor sighed at his thinning numbers, as the Siege Tanks initiated siege mode, and bombarded any clumps of Zerg forces. Raynor then saw two Zerglings leap over the tree trunk, catching his infantry by surprise, and to his misfortune, one of them landed on his back! He tried to shake it away but its claws sunk deeper and deeper into his armor, not only getting them closer to his skin, but rooting it more deeply into his armor.
“Hold Still!” Raynor heard a ghost call, He got a clear at the marine’s head with a c-10, and it exploded, splattering blood everywhere. The other Zergling had already ripped open an unlucky marine; Raynor blew it back before it came over to him with a hand-pistol.
“Thanks,” Raynor said to the ghost smiling, “I owe you one,” The ghost simply nodded, and cloaked. The Zerg were getting numerous, and his forces were getting closer and closer to retreating. He shot another Zergling with a gauss rifle, blasting the dead corpse back, and sending it spiraling on the damp mud. He and the other few marines shot urgently at any more advancing Zerglings, hoping not to suffer the same fate as the dead marine at their sides did. A Mutalisk then flew over them, its bat-like wings flapping rapidly, it shot a fatal Glave Wurm at a clump of two tanks, they ricocheted off both tanks, leaving a sizzling hole in the burning metal, then a small force of guardians finished the job, after bombing the tanks with even more acidic balls.
“We can’t win this sir,” a marine sighed “There’s too few of us,” Raynor looked into the midst of battle, over the fog the Zerg were regrouping, the marine was right. He spotted more aero Zerg units fly past his head, and Zerg sneaking to his left. Raynor then knew what was happening.
“Run! They’re surrounding us!” he bellowed, this startled his remaining troops, and made them frantically look around. Already there were Mutalisks at his rear, and very few wraiths giving a futile attempt to bring the whole force down. Raynor and his troops sprinted over the battlefield, there were needle spines pelting the ground, they narrowly dodged, an occasional acid spore from a slow guardian. Even if they evaded this storm of Zerg missiles, some of them were caught in the thick undergrowth being pinned down, only to meat a sad fate, having a Zergling land straight on top of them. Firebats blasted away and any intimidating Zerglings, trying to leave a frying corpse behind, but some were smart enough to rip open the tanks, blowing them up and leaving the Firebats with extremely low ammunition. The swarm of Zerg was like little dots shimmering in the distance, which got more of a shadowy silhouette as they emerged from the fog. Raynor looked at the advancing Zerg, so malevolent, and bloodthirsty creatures, with their razor sharp claws, skull-like face, and jagged teeth. They really matched up well with the damp terrain. Every step that Raynor took left a footprint in the dirty mud, and he created a lot of them while he stepped towards, a Goliath walker. The condition of the Goliath wasn’t too bad, its legs were tangled in one of the weeds that grew in the water, and there were a little bit of mud caked on its machine gun barrel. The window was cracked but only slightly, and there was murky water splashed on it. Raynor got in it, as he sat down on its hard, rough cockpit, he activated machine guns, and reinforced his troops, blasting away at Zerglings and Hydralisks, and there were very few missiles intact though. One of the Marines untangled Raynor’s Goliath from the thick-rooted weeds, using a vibro-blade. The rest of the attack force went with Raynor, trying to fight their way through the storm of battle, and Raynor, tried to keep the goliath from encountering any more plants. This task was virtually impossible though, he went barely 100 meters when his Goliath legs tripped over a thick root of a tree. When the window hit the muddy ground, it landed on a dead muscular Ultralisk. The double-paned bulletproof glass was unable to withstand the extreme impact, and it shattered, instantly, but luckily, Raynor’s marine visor protected him from the glittering shards of glass. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the glass-splintered cockpit, shooting a Zergling on his way. He got back on the soft ground, and regrouped with his small attack force, they ran, ran, ran, ran, and ran.
***********************************************************************
It was frenzy. In hopes of making their way out of the blood colored swamp, they ran a kilometer, facing losses, and Zerg who just lunged at them, or just fired away. When they had gone approximately one kilometer, a red haired woman came into view, with a small force of Terrans. She wore the usual equipment of a ghost. Raynor felt relieved at the sight of Sarah Kerrigan. She had been his best friend for years; they were so close friends, that she was practically his sister, having known her ever since he first held a gun. Lieutenant Kerrigan gave one of her warming smiles, as Raynor approached her.
“Can’t savor the moment Jim, we got to get you outta here.”
“I- Really – would- like- to –catch-my-breath,” Raynor panted, bending down and clutching his thighs. “I really am glad to have taken one of those beep tests (stamina tests)” Sarah shot a Hydralisk, while the small reinforcements provided cover for the veterans of this battle.
“C’mon,” Sarah ran with Raynor, the distance wasn’t far, and the normal terrain of the nameless planet came into view, they finally made it out.
Raynor was happy for survival, but as he noticed the Zerg gave up their pursuit on them, he noticed that they had failed to eliminate the Zerg threat.
If the Zerg retaliates, Mar Sara might not survive.
ADDITION:
Please Give feedback, and review this please. I'm about to submit Chapter II (it was pre-written)
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Staredit.Net Essence on 2006-07-07 at 18:05:46
Ooh, the pre-quel to the 'Dominion something: II'. 