Next chapters based on something that JUST happened to me in a game
Interlude: Survivor
Admiral Pterov, commander of the 15th black fleet for the Terran Confederation's navy. He worked so hard for his title. 30 years in the service, constant work, constant fear, constant terror of being killed at every jump node.
The title was screwed now. It didnt mean two bucket full of water now. His whole crew was dead, well most of them anyways. The zerg had snuck aboard his ship somehow, they had started terrorizing the civilians... then one by one killed them. Then they moved on to the crew, infesting them for knowledge.
He stumbled blindly down the hall, grasping a spine that a hydralisk had nailed him with in the side. He had managed to stop some of the blood by stuffing his tunic in around the spine, he knew he couldn't pull that out either, it would just do more damage.
He passed by the crew quarters which were filled with blood. He heard a loud moan and spun around slowly, shouldering a scatterrifle (shotgun). He saw a marine, in full armor, crawling torwards him. Pterov saw a puddle of blood forming under him... not red blood... green blood. He raised his head... Pterov almost vomited, the face was a skull... eyeballs were still in it but it was a skull with little pieces of flesh hanging off of it. 'K...k....kill me... sir.' the marine pleaded. Pterov put the Scatter-Rifle tot he skull's forehead and pulled the trigger.
The skull exploded and tiny parasites instead of brain matter fell out. He ran... fast... into the docking bay. He flipped over a computer console and found it working, he punched in a few numbers and letters and raised a dropship "This...is admiral Pterov... I need an Eva-' He coughed once... he coughed blood. ' Evac now... Zerg have destroyed the ship... I'm the only one left.'
'Roger that, Admiral. Prepare to be boarded we'll be there in 2 minutes.'
*****
Pterov lay against the wall in his own blood, he felt something crawling under his skin. He raised a pistol to his forhead and fired it at himself, he slumped over dead. A small spider like creature burst from the corpses chest... a broodling.
******
'If anyones over there, stand back.' A bright flash filled the airlock and the door exploded, two heavily armored marines filed in. Click 'Dusty, theres nothin here...wait... yo, Ice, you hear that?' Click 'Yeah..sounds like crying, help me lift this console.' The two marines heaved and the computer console was lifted... behind it there was a little girl cowering in terror clutching a sleeping puppy. Click '****, son, a little girl and a dog were able to live through this mess?' Click 'Right, you guys grab em and get abck to the ship, theres only zerg signatures left, and there heading torward you like NOW.' Click '****, get going Ice, I'll hold em off!.' The little girl burst out crying again, Ice grabbed her and the puppy and put them on his shoulder pads. Click 'Dude...' Click 'GO' The other marine pushed him through the airlock and slammed the shut button
Ice ran to the dropship, listening to the screeches and gunfire mixing. 'YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME YOU DAMNED DIRTY ****!? DO YOU!?' BANG BANG BANG BANG Ice got into the dropship and slammed the hatch shut. 'Dusty get us out of here NOW... damn you, Bro... you had to get yourself killed...' He looked at the girl, she was only 8 probably... He sat down on a metal bench and closed his eyes and raised his visor at the same time...
'Game over, man... game over.... what the **** we gonna do man!?'
Leo walked over to him, Ice managed a weak salute but Leo didnt ackknowledge it. 'It happens... get some rest... were gonan be on this dustbnall for a long time.'
The whole squad of marines and the little girl and puppy were quiet the rest of the trip back to the landing zone.
Thus the only survivor of the Liberator was a small girl... and a dog...
okay guys im losing my touch cuz imt rying to think aboutwhat im writing now. sorry but I updated
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Interlude: Survivor
Admiral Pterov, commander of the 15th black fleet for the Terran Confederation's navy. He worked so hard for his title. 30 years in the service, constant work, constant fear, constant terror of being killed at every jump node.
The title was screwed now. It didnt mean two bucket full of water now. His whole crew was dead, well most of them anyways. The zerg had snuck aboard his ship somehow, they had started terrorizing the civilians... then one by one killed them. Then they moved on to the crew, infesting them for knowledge.
He stumbled blindly down the hall, grasping a spine that a hydralisk had nailed him with in the side. He had managed to stop some of the blood by stuffing his tunic in around the spine, he knew he couldn't pull that out either, it would just do more damage.
He passed by the crew quarters which were filled with blood. He heard a loud moan and spun around slowly, shouldering a scatterrifle (shotgun). He saw a marine, in full armor, crawling torwards him. Pterov saw a puddle of blood forming under him... not red blood... green blood.
He raised his head... Pterov almost vomited, the face was a skull... eyeballs were still in it but it was a skull with little pieces of flesh hanging off of it.
'K...k....kill me... sir.' the marine pleaded.
Pterov put the Scatter-Rifle tot he skull's forehead and pulled the trigger.
The skull exploded and tiny parasites instead of brain matter fell out.
He ran... fast... into the docking bay. He flipped over a computer console and found it working, he punched in a few numbers and letters and raised a dropship
"This...is admiral Pterov... I need an Eva-' He coughed once... he coughed blood. ' Evac now... Zerg have destroyed the ship... I'm the only one left.'
'Roger that, Admiral. Prepare to be boarded we'll be there in 2 minutes.'
*****
Pterov lay against the wall in his own blood, he felt something crawling under his skin. He raised a pistol to his forhead and fired it at himself, he slumped over dead. A small spider like creature burst from the corpses chest... a broodling.
******
'If anyones over there, stand back.'
A bright flash filled the airlock and the door exploded, two heavily armored marines filed in.
Click 'Dusty, theres nothin here...wait... yo, Ice, you hear that?'
Click 'Yeah..sounds like crying, help me lift this console.'
The two marines heaved and the computer console was lifted... behind it there was a little girl cowering in terror clutching a sleeping puppy.
Click '****, son, a little girl and a dog were able to live through this mess?'
Click 'Right, you guys grab em and get abck to the ship, theres only zerg signatures left, and there heading torward you like NOW.'
Click '****, get going Ice, I'll hold em off!.'
The little girl burst out crying again, Ice grabbed her and the puppy and put them on his shoulder pads.
Click 'Dude...'
Click 'GO' The other marine pushed him through the airlock and slammed the shut button
Ice ran to the dropship, listening to the screeches and gunfire mixing.
'YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME YOU DAMNED DIRTY ****!? DO YOU!?'
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Ice got into the dropship and slammed the hatch shut.
'Dusty get us out of here NOW... damn you, Bro... you had to get yourself killed...'
He looked at the girl, she was only 8 probably...
He sat down on a metal bench and closed his eyes and raised his visor at the same time...
'Game over, man... game over.... what the **** we gonna do man!?'
Leo walked over to him, Ice managed a weak salute but Leo didnt ackknowledge it.
'It happens... get some rest... were gonan be on this dustbnall for a long time.'
The whole squad of marines and the little girl and puppy were quiet the rest of the trip back to the landing zone.
Thus the only survivor of the Liberator was a small girl... and a dog...
okay guys im losing my touch cuz imt rying to think aboutwhat im writing now. sorry but I updated