ok this is part IV of my story, please post your opinions on this story anywhere from praise or constructive criticism. You can read Chapter III as well, because its easy to access from here. Remember this is a continuation so if you start reading here, there will be an empty gap at he beginning.
Ships refueled, laser batteries at maximum power, Raynor got onto his old Battlecrusier the “Trinidad”. This ship was a small for a flagship, and its Turbolasers did not have supreme capabilities. The armor plating was however decent, as well as its triple engines, that boosted its speed. Kerrigan’s flagship was however more pitiful, hers was a renovated confederate Battlecrusier called the 24th CC II, it was not a flagship, and was produced in mass quantities, so it did not have any particular special features. It couldn’t fit many crewmembers, or shuttles, and the room was crowded. What mostly intrigued Raynor was Arcturus’s Battlecrusier, the Hyperion. It had super lasers capable of breaking through the Carapace of even Ultralisks, while its bulky armor offered it more than enough protection from incoming threats. There were luxurious cabins on board, Arcturus’s cabin being more lavish, and it bugged Raynor slightly how he managed to fashion the Battlecrusier with so many riches and powerful artillery. The interior of the Hyperion was made much of comfort, rather than defense. There were no doors to block away boarding parties, at the tips of staircases.
Raynor waved these thoughts away as he entered the Trinidad its doors sliding open and gathering his crewmembers operating his engines and lasers. He caught of glimpse of Kerrigan silently walking towards her miniscule Battlecrusier, and rallied his wraiths.
“Awaiting your orders sir,” the voice of a wraith pilot crackled over Raynor’s comlink. Arcturus had quite a fleet of Wraiths and Valkyries, which would prove useful in their battle; he glanced out of his side window, and saw Arcturus’s ship take off, along with Kerrigan’s Battlecrusier.
“Initiate take-off,” Raynor commanded, the pilots obeyed, as they fired up the engines, and a ring of dirt formed beneath the Trinidad. Raynor sat down in a chair, and observed his wraiths like eagles soar into battle with their highly capable lasers, and missiles. They were flying at quite a fast rate, and already he could see space atmosphere around him, until he saw the disgusting mass of Zerg. They were like a thick shadow of swarm of bees, and insects. Raynor already did not look forward to seeing these monsters in combat. In a flash the Terran army made a first move, in a hail fire barrage of missiles and lasers a thick cloud of Mutalisks were caught in this raging storm of lethal fire, and screaming in agony, they fell down.
This abrupt attack had taken by surprise, and it took another storm of lasers for them to retaliate. The Mutalisks soared into battle, and decided they would combat wraiths. A highly acidic rain overtook a fleet of wraiths, crippling some systems of them. Some were caught in the heavy acid, and were immediately shot down in a flower of explosion. The wraiths tried evasive maneuvers, pivoting, their wings to narrowly dodge the acids, and then they fired again. The war was escalating, as lasers filled the air, and Glave Wurms were fired. Arcturus’s Valkyries decided to lend a hand, as they erupted a cloud of missiles, inflicting heavy damage on the unwary Mutalisks.
Like highly skilled eagles, some of the Mutalisks zoomed past the Valkyries who had their attention focused on a different squadron of Mutalisks. The swift Mutalisks then bolted carefully aimed Glave Wurms at the engines of the Valkyries. The Glave Wurms came into contact with the engines, and there was a sputter as the engines died out, and the red fire that fueled the engines turned into a charcoal grey. Unable to stay aloft, the Valkyries spiraled out of control, and collided with other members of the Terran air force.
“We have a problem here Arcturus” Raynor said intensely “The Zerg is retaliating really fast; soon there’ll be none of our air support left!”
“Hold on, keep your cool,” Arcturus replied through the comlink mildly, “I’m sending backup,”
“We don’t need backup, we need a new tactic,” Raynor said annoyed, but the wraiths dispatched to send backup were enough. The pilots were apparently more skilled in combating these Mutalisks; they set their engines to full speed and evaded, and attacked. Rarely did the Mutalisks get a clear shot at the Wraiths, and rarely was the damage fatal. They aimed their Gemini Missiles carefully and fired full force. Not only did the missiles fully impale the Mutalisks, they fired at such a close range that the Missiles tore through one Mutalisk and collided with another.
“This is my elite 103rd pilots,” Arcturus said proudly, “they’re really powerful in a trance,”
“Where did you manage to recruit them,” Raynor said, his awe clearly showing,
“I gave them heavy training in flight simulators, they were magnificent,”
Raynor turned his eyes back on the battle, and saw less Mutalisks, and more expert flying. He saw Arcturus’s Battlecrusier firing down Mutalisks that dared to get close to his ship.
“Pilot, I’d like a brief report on the Trinidad’s condition,” Raynor said,
“Shields at decent power, some minor damage on the cruiser’s hull but other than that we’re fine.” The Pilot replied. His turret men were gunning down Zerg almost as well as the Hyperion was. Raynor moved to a screen and activated the long-range scanner, to see how Kerrigan’s ship was faring, but to his dismay, he saw a dreadful sight. There were Zerg circulating the Battlecrusier, and Wraiths were trying with all their might to fend off these ever-lasting creatures.
“Raynor, I think that we’re ready to assail the Overlords,” Arcturus’s voice came over the comlink again,
“I can’t Arcturus I have to rescue Kerrigan, she’s surrounded by Zerg,” Raynor replied through gritted teeth, “We have to rescue her Arcturus,”
“Destroying the Overlords is our first priority,” Arcturus said firmly “We can rescue Kerrigan later,”
“You attack the Overlords,” Raynor was clearly irritated, “I can’t risk leaving Kerrigan out there, by herself.”
Arcturus sighed, “Alright, you go rescue her, while I’ll try to destroy the Overlords,”
“Move our fleet to eastward coordinates,” Raynor said quickly,
“Sir we can’t change direction that quickly,” a pilot protested, “the ships going to take awhile to turn,” Raynor swore under his breath,
“I’m going to rescue her myself, pilot, tell the wraiths to follow my command,”
“Yes sir, but might I suggest it is extremely dangerous go out in such a condition.”
“You just worry about the ship,” Raynor said patting the pilot on the back, he ran desperately, down the ship’s interior to one of the Wraith docks. He opened the cockpit, and jumped in the seat. Raynor had been on several flight simulations, before, and a few times had to fly in a wraith in combat, but he had always preferred land combat upon his Vulture. Raynor readied his wraith, and took off, turned his engines on full speed and blasted away into the atmosphere of space.
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Flying along side 103rd unit pilots, Raynor sped up to keep up with them. They were fighting through vast blockades of Zerg, and they even saw some Devourers in the midst of war. Taking evasive maneuvers Raynor tried his best to take minimal damage, firing at Mutalisks in self-defense. He was fighting like crazy, as he attempted a series of movement with his wraith.
“Keep close together,” Raynor ordered through his comlink, “We need to make it past that blockade.”
His heart was pounding madly as his small fleet punctuated the Zerg space, there were scarlet lines in dark space as blinding lasers from the Wraiths pelted the Mutalisks, and a lime green hail as they retaliated. Occasionally Raynor saw a wraith or two spiraling out of control and explode in a flower of explosion. His eyes darted around him hoping to see everyone making progress, but then he caught a frightening glimpse on his radar.
Two birds not much large than a raven, and as fast as a falcon were soaring towards him, they were not harmless birds, they were Zerg Scourges. One of these airborne kamikaze warriors of doom could cause a mint unscathed wraith to malfunction due to its excessive damage. Two were enough to make a wraith explode in mere seconds, and to Raynor horror, there were exactly two Scourges on his radar.
Panicking, he burst on full speed trying to shake the Scourges away from him but the Scourges were in hot pursuit as they followed him endlessly, and even the full speed of his Terran Wraith could not outrun the Scourges, so why not outsmart them? He instantly had a strategy in his mind, a risky one but it was either that or a crimson explosion. He had to pull off some fancy moves, as he gripped his controls tightly.
Immediately, he took a sharp upwards turn, and he flew straight upwards, however the scourges were not shaken. He then reversed his engines, and the plasma that came from his engines, abruptly shifted, and he zoomed straight downwards. It was a “u” maneuver, but that was only half of his plan, he now pushed his pilot skills to its potential. Swiftly, he spun his wraith extremely quickly that it practically was fast enough to be mistaken for a cyclone, the Scourges copied him as they were determined to crash into Raynor’s wraith.
It did not go well; one of the Scourges got extremely dizzy and while spiraling it unintentionally crashed into the side of the Scourge that had been flying to its left. Unable to control its toxic explosion the two Scourges collided with each other and both exploded in a murky green detonation. Raynor stopped, and breathed a sigh of relief as he normalized his thrusters, and decreased the force of his engines. The 103rd pilots had breached a hole in the Zerg circle, and now they were close to Kerrigan’s Battlecrusier, but Raynor noticed something was not right. He moved his wraith closer as it hovered in the air, and as a horrendous sight emerged, he was aghast.
There were several overlords, very close to a part of Kerrigan’s ship, floating calmly like balloons its legs dangling limply. Some small units had breached a hole in the side, and Raynor could not make out what was inside because it looked pitching black from his view. There were small amounts of Zerg slinking cunningly in through the broken hole, and Raynor realized the Zerg had boarded Kerrigan’s Battlecrusier. He cursed angrily and stomped his fists on the bleeping control panels of his Wraith.
“Pilots, we’re going to dash into the hangar of the 24th CC II, anyone who can make it will follow my lead,” Raynor commanded over his flight radio, he heard a few “yes sirs” and there were about a dozen wraiths that were now following his lead into the hanger.
“Sir the hanger door is closed!” he heard a sharp remark from a 103rd pilot, but did not care. He shot a pair of Gemini missiles and the hangar door blew open as scrap metal went flying everywhere.
Raynor’s attack force had landed quickly, and he noticed that blast doors had been closed to cut off the atmosphere of space. He opened his cockpit, while the others did too. Opening his compartment, he took a gauss rifle, and a pistol, that was all he had.
“This ship’s been boarded,” he announced, trying to clear things up for the confused pilots, “we have to rescue the survivors” His voice echoed off the powerful steel wall of the capacious hanger. There were a few wraiths that Kerrigan had kept on board, and his surroundings were filled with an immaculate grey, along with pipes, and steam vents. There was an elevated catwalk inside, and a wall on it. In the wall, there were steel metal doors, which Raynor assumed led to different locations. Raynor then noticed with astonishment that he had light armor on, besides heavy shoulder pads. He had not expected to rescue Kerrigan through a boarding party. The 103rd pilots were even worse off. They did not have combat armor, and only had pistols.
Raynor’s attack force totaled twelve men, him, and eleven other who had managed a clear landing in the hangar.
“Alright men, just follow my lead, cover me from any Zerg, and try to look after you. I have more powerful weapons, so I’ll do most of the fighting. The pilots nodded, as not wanting to do any hand to hand fighting. “Follow me,” he walked lightly up the stairs of the catwalk, and opened a door. There was a narrow corridor, and there were thick metal walls, like most of the Battlecrusier. The corridor was mostly plain and simple besides for a few controls, vents, and pipes. It felt awkward for Raynor to be without his full combat suit when expecting fighting. He felt so insecure that a Hydralisk could leap out from nowhere and kill him in one slash.
There was a loud creak, making a few people jump. Then abruptly a Zergling burst through the wall, and it clicked its claws as if trying to identify its new opponents. Instinctively, Raynor took several shots at it with his pistol, a squeal coming from every time there was a gunshot. The Zergling never saw it coming and it died in gruesome sight.
“Alright here’s the plan,” Raynor said looking at the wall where the Zergling had blasted through, “we run like mad towards the control room, that’s where Kerrigan is, we take her, bring her to the hanger, get in our wraiths, and get the H#LL outta here. (Language discretion)
“Sounds simple enough sir, but its easier said than done though,” a pilot piped up,
“Well we better get started then shall we?” Raynor grinned, trying to encourage the pilots, “Alright lets… RUN!” This abrupt command took the pilots aback, but they obeyed instantly, and they charged aimlessly through the corridors hoping to reach the control room some time soon.
The travel to the room went smoothly, and not a casualty was inflicted. No more than two Zerglings were encountered, who were caught off guard. Raynor kept both his rifle and pistol at the ready so that he could fire away at any Zerg who might catch him on surprise. There was a distant sound of fighting, and battle. He turned his head and saw a rusty metal door. He could hear the gunshots, rattles of rifles, scrapes of claws, and squeals of Zerg behind it. Without thinking, he kicked the door open.
Instantly by sight and sound he noticed that a battle brewed in the control room. Marines were rapidly firing their gauss rifles, the lights of the rattling guns reflected off their helmets, Kerrigan was blasting away at Zerglings with her C-10 canister rifle. Raynor flew into the battle, his own pistol and rifle at the ready, accompanied by his insecure pilots.
“Not the best way to rescue someone is it?” Kerrigan eyed Raynor’s pilots,
“Hey it’s the best I could get, what do you expect, an entire boarding party?” Raynor said shrugging, the flow of Zerg stemmed slightly; there were a few troops at Kerrigan’s side. Raynor fired madly at a Hydralisk, its impaler rounds sinking into the snake-like belly. His force massacred a few more Zerg, and then the attacking Zerg abruptly halted. Taking advantage of this no-Zerg moment, Raynor, Kerrigan, and their troops, started to bolt out of the control room into the hall, when Raynor noticed a warning a few feet up the wall of the control panel.
The ship was armed for self-destruct.
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A wave of desperate panic overtook Raynor, he had five minutes to evacuate the ship, get Kerrigan to safety. It was easier said than done the Zerg hadn’t fully left the ship; they just gave up their attack in the control room, and still roamed amongst the ship. If he failed to get his crew and Kerrigan out, they would be caught in the explosion of the self-destruct ship.
“Sarah,” Raynor started to warn, but her face had already gone pale; she had picked up his thoughts by telepathy.
“Let’s go,” she said cutting off Raynor’s voice, her voice was worried too “I know”
“What’s going on?” A marine who had been helping Kerrigan fend off the Zerg in the control room, asked, noticing the concerned tone in Kerrigan and Raynor,
“The ship’s going to self-destruct in less then five minutes we have to get out of here quick!” Raynor told him starting out the door.
There were gasps of astonishment, and squabbles of panic coming from the crew.
“Be quiet,” Raynor, hissed, “we can get out of here quick if we try. Be careful and avoid any Zerg, if they just decide to impend over us exterminate them and proceed.”
“Let’s get going,” Sarah commanded.
The small squad of Marines and Pilots armed with pistols, hurried out the door of the command room, into the hallway. There was turbulent rumble that nearly knocked the crew off their feet, as the Zerg bombarded the ship more viciously.
“Either we’ll be blown into space, be eaten by the Zerg, or get bombarded by the Zerg in space,” a pilot groaned as he regained balance.
“Just retrace our steps back into the hangar, grab a Wraith and fly out as quickly as possible, ok?” Raynor said with a reassuring grin. It was a futile attempt to ward off the undying panic that lay within him. When they had gone a few hundred meters, Raynor heard an aghast gasp from a pilot.
“We’re not the only force besides the Zerg in here,” he raised a trembling figure at a pile of dead Zergling corpses, “Other beings must’ve boarded this ship.” The pilot beside him rolled his eyes,
“Of course not you idiot,” he said frowning, “we’re retracing our steps, we killed them on our way to the command room remember?”
The horrified pilot’s face suddenly brightened, as he remembered the previous battles, “Oh yea,”
“Look we have no time for reflections ok?” Raynor scowled, he fixed a gaze on his watch, and noticed that they had about 2 minutes before the ship blew up. When he took another step to run towards the hangar, there was a loud rumble, but unusually this did not rock them off their feet. It was not caused from something exterior of the ship; it was caused from something interior. Abruptly, solid metallic metal from the wall ripped open, and a Zergling landed on the ground. Behind Raynor’s force, the same thing happened from the wall and Zerglings trickled out of the holes. Above Raynor, he saw long scythes that punctured the ceiling, soon huge chunks of metal crashed down, and a few Hydralisks had slithered out to continue the ambush. Raynor heard a marine swear, and immediately heard the rattling of a gauss rifle, the pilots followed up with bangs from their pistols. There were two marines who raised their Gauss rifles, in an attempt to ward off the Zerg. About five marines were out of ammo, and were forced to use the pistols as well.
Raynor’s reflexes carried him well, as a Zergling flew at him; he raised the pointy end of the gauss rifle, and impaled the Zergling’s stomach. Behind him, a Hydralisk raised its sharp scythes, and Raynor narrowly dodged the blow. Away from the battle that Raynor was fighting Marines were killing Zerglings with their gauss rifles, shredding the Carapace, and blowing them away in a hail of bullets. Pilots were furiously shooting with their pistols, but it took many blows to take a Zergling down. The Marines with pistols charged out, and they took more blows as the Zerglings ripped open the power suits, and killed them. Kerrigan was looking around desperately; she had pocketed her hand pistol, and was blasting away at a Hydralisk with her C-10 Canister Rifle.
The Hydralisk Carapace took extremely powerful blows, but a few shots from Kerrigan’s powerful Rifle felled the Hydralisk easily. Still she could only store so many canisters insider her rifle, soon she would run out of ammo. Her hand fell to the cloak inhibitor, and she activated it. In a ripple of air she disappeared, and drew out an invisible knife. Using her stealth ghost training, she slowly, and silently, brought her knife the throat of Zerglings, and she slit their throats instantly killing them. The other Zerg were turning their heads to see Zerglings suddenly falling to the ground as if an invisible blade was cutting them up.
Raynor had fought a few more Zerg but he was low on ammo, recently he had killed a few Zerglings and a Hydralisks, due to the pointy edge of his gauss rifle, and its sharp needle like bullets. He was lucky that he managed to stay alive without his power suit on. Normally he was used to combat in his suit, knowing that he could take a few shots, or scrapes from Zerg or Terrans. In his pilot suit, each attack was fatal to him. Raynor again dodged a swift blow from a Hydralisk, and raised his rifle to fire. When the chain of bullets attempted to shred the Carapace, they merely left dents in it, and bullets ricocheted off, and nailed the metal wall. The Hydralisk opened its chest cavity to fire a volley of needles spines; it didn’t work, Raynor had already taken aim, and the moment it opened it, Raynor shot madly at the opening in the chest, where the Hydralisk’s body was most tender, and was not protected by powerful carapace. A Zergling came from nowhere and knocked Raynor down onto the floor. He thrust his knife-edge of his gauss rifle into the Zergling’s belly, and fired a few rounds. The Zergling squealed and again added another number into Raynor’s kill count. He recklessly threw the lifeless carcass aside. Before he could get up, a Hydralisk’s monstrous yellow eyes loomed over him, and it slid over his body. As he looked at his watch he felt a sickening predicament that he was either going to blow up, or be speared by the scythes on the Hydralisk.
The menacing Hydralisk raised its scythes to deliver the killing blow, Raynor closed his eyes and winced as he expected the sharp blade to go through him; it didn’t come. Instead, he heard a huge hiss as an explosion hit its body and blood splattered everywhere, adding a dash of crimson red to the already ruby-red blood covered hallway. It wreathed in pain as Kerrigan uncloaked and reached her belt for another canister for her rifle, but there was none. She was out of ammo. The Hydralisk was extremely aggravated, and it blindly raised its scythes again, Kerrigan brought out a knife from her pocket and like a dart, she threw it precisely at the chest of the Hydralisk. As it met its mark, the Hydralisk collapsed, and died.
A cheer was heard from Raynor’s crew, Raynor and Kerrigan turned their heads to see no more Zerglings or Hydralisks that were alive. As Raynor took Kerrigan’s hand as she helped him up from the blood-flooded ground, he felt the strong urge to rejoice, but he remembered the ship was yet to self-destruct.
“C’mon get up guys we don’t have time, run now!” He bellowed, it was not the best way to celebrate the victory, but all that they fought for would be nothing if the ship exploded.
As though they had been smitten, the Pilots, and Marines suddenly remembered about the self-destruct sequence. In the midst of battle, they had forgotten. They frantically rushed down the hallways at the heels of Raynor and Kerrigan. There was 50 seconds left, he did not take a head count to see how many members of his crew had survived there was too little time. The door of the hallway slid open as Raynor and his crew sprinted into the hangar. They had to get in their ships, and get out of the radius of the explosion in the time they had left. Raynor jumped into the cockpit of the nearest Wraith he could find, and his crew all got into a Wraith. Since there were very few survivors of the battle, there were more than enough Wraiths to house the survivors. Raynor and his crew took off the moment they got into the Wraiths, and volleyed Gemini missiles, blowing the blast doors open as well. They shifted the engines into full speed, and they swiftly flew out of the hangar.
Raynor felt that his heart was going to explode as he flew his Wraith in a straight line out of the hanger, hoping that he would not be caught in the explosion. He heard a deafening bang! In a blossom of fire, the Ship exploded, and took most of the Zerg close to it with it. Relief took Raynor as he relaxed happy that all of the Wraiths had survived in this fiery explosion. He did not know how many survivors there were, who had survived, and how many wraiths there had been. Suddenly a thought struck Raynor, what if Kerrigan had not made it out alive. She was not that great of a pilot, had merely met the expectations of a standard ghost pilot in a one-man fighter which was fairly low. He grabbed his comlink that was like a radio, or a walkie-talkie.
“Kerrigan, can you hear me?” Raynor said maintaining his cool, “Kerrigan” his tone turned hoarse, as he heard no reply. Perhaps the radio wasn’t working, so he tested it
“Can anyone hear me?” Raynor said into the radio
“Yes sir,” The voice of the pilot came into a reply. Raynor’s whole body went limp,
“Is Lieutenant Kerrigan well?” Raynor asked casually
“I am not sure sir, these radios cannot transmit transmissions long-range.” said the Pilot. Hope brewed in Raynor, he circled around every wraith hoping to hear Kerrigan’s voice, and luckily, he did. When he heard Kerrigan’s voice Raynor brought his wraith into an abrupt halt to make sure that he was where he could transmit messages to Kerrigan.
“Sarah, you ok?” Raynor asked
“A little cooked, but yea I’m ok,” Kerrigan replied. She had barely made it out of the radius of the explosion. Kerrigan continued to talk to Raynor, “We haven’t won yet Jim, and we still have to get back to the Hyperion.” Raynor groaned he had had enough excitement for one day, now he had to fight through another swarm of Mutalisks to get back to the command ships.
“C’mon lets get going” Raynor said through the radio. He heard a few “roger” s from pilots who actually could hear him, but it did not take long for other pilots to notice what they were going to do. He experimented the full capabilities of his Wraith flying it in intricate loops, and swirls, trying to evade attacks from Mutalisks. The other pilots backed him up shooting lasers, and the occasional pair of Missiles. This however cost him, when he noticed his fuel meter.
“Crap!” Raynor cursed, he had been too occupied with fighting through the thick swarm of Zerg that he didn’t notice the limited fuel he had to get back to the Victoria. It was too risky to transfer fuel from another wraith, chances were that they’d be blown apart by a stray scourge, or pelted with acid from a Mutalisk. He looked at the screen of his digital computer, and noticed that the Victoria was not that far away, if he managed his fuel well enough he might just be able to make it. The problem was that he would have to avoid any conflicts with any Zerg, which he doubted that the Zerg would cooperate in a peace treaty especially because Arcturus was aiming to massacre all the Overlords in space. He then talked into his radio, “any pilots receiving this message know that I am going to head straight for the Victoria, I advise any Pilots out there with low fuel to do the same, for we do not want to waste any fighting Zerg. Those with abundant fuel back us up as best you can; we need to get back into the hangar of the Victoria as quickly as possible.” Raynor listened for replies and found few from wraiths that were not that far away from him.
He knew that it would take a few minutes for the Wraiths to spread the word so he made the first move. He shifted his engines, into the mode that would make him cover the most distance before he ran out of fuel. Then he sped straight forward, and in the screen of his tail camera, he caught the view of a few Wraiths who were following him. At least he thought they were following him desperate to get back to the Victoria until he noticed that one of them was trying to tell him some thing. He heard three words when the Wraith got close enough to send him a transmission “…on your tail!” Then the distance between Raynor’s Wraith and the one that was trying to send him a transmission got too far that he lost the radio transmission.
Raynor tried to interpret the message by checking again on his tail camera, but all he found were the Wraiths that were following him, and a few Wraiths who had enough fuel for combat. Bewildered, Raynor looked on his long-range scanner, and found one small lethal bird heading in his direction. The bird heading in his direction was a scourge.
Raynor just thought it was just one little scourge, and that he could outmaneuver it like last time, but he realized that he collided two little scourges last time, and that one little scourge was going to cost him too much fuel. The defending wraiths were too occupied with Mutalisks that Raynor knew that they would never ever, EVER notice that a small scourge was heading in his direction. Both of his options were risky, use up all of his fuel to outmaneuver the scourge, or stay at a steady pace, and let the scourge kamikaze into the back of his wraith. Raynor didn’t go with either of these options but shifted his engines into full speed. He decided to run from it into the Victoria. He reminded himself that the first two options were worse than this, and shot forward into a dazzling speed.
Raynor did not take the time to explain to his fellow pilots; there was too little time. He saw the rough outlines, of the Victoria in view, as his heart throbbed madly. Then he saw his engines begin to fail, the flames were sputtering as it tried to maintain balance in the air with the Wraith. He almost lost hope, but when he saw a Wraith carrying booster engines, he felt like the Angel had come down from heaven and was supporting him.
Immediately, the other Wraiths also fitted into booster engines, and zoomed towards the hangar of the Trinidad. The hangar door slid open, and Raynor landed his Wraith in a thud. After ensuring that Kerrigan had landed (who had landed in something near close to a crash), Raynor made his way into the command room. The lead pilot greeted him with a smile.
“Rough day sir?” he asked
“You have no idea,” Raynor sighed as he took off the weighty combat armor. Prepare the Comlink; I will make contact with Arcturus Mengsk.
“Yes sir,” he obeyed without hesitation, he punched a button, and Raynor said into the comlink,
“Arcturus can you hear me?”
“Well Raynor I’m happy to see you made it out alive how’s Kerrigan?”
“Fine I rescued her, did you make any progress?”
“Excellent,” Arcturus said happily, “we are now assaulting the Overlords; however I could say we need backup.”
“I’ll be there in a flash,” Raynor turned to the pilot
“Head our ship the Hyperion’s coordinates, once the Wraiths have docked,”
“Yes sir,”
“And make it quick,”
“Yes sir,”
As the Trinidad advanced towards the Victoria, Raynor waited patiently for the upcoming battle.