"FLS, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. There is no place small, dark, and damp enough to hide your wretched carcass. And when I find you, your grandson will rather have his private parts infested with the fleas of a thousand camels than hear of your horrible fate."
-Mark4
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| Journal of a Terran wraith pilot, five years before First Contact | | | Author: | | | IP: | XXXX | | Date: | 10/27/99 09:10 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 5, Max: 9, Min: 6
Lifetime Rating for IceShadow: 8.2381 |    | (The following is based on a game between I-Ball and DoomDragon on Wednesday, October 27th, 1999. For those of you who care about such things, I-Ball was terran, and took the 9:00 position on Lost Temple. DoomDragon was Protoss, and had the 3:00 position. Be kind. First BR. If well received, more in this style...let me know.)
Just a few days ago, the investigation of a mysteriously destroyed terran base on the remote planet of Rachari Prime resulted in the unearthing of an odd relic: The diary of a wraith pilot, Captain Jack Pior. It clearly indicates that first contact with the Protoss was not an entirely recent event, as this journal dates five Earth years prior to the destruction of an outlying Terran colony by a large Protoss fleet. Following are the last entries of the journal.
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9.12.23, 13:46
Assigned a new post today. Apparently, some odd formation was found on a remote planet. Some old temple, or something...the techies want to dig it up, see what it holds. They're all chattery, excited, thinking maybe this is a sign of non-human life. Personally, my bet is on some sort of practical joke...but a job's a job, and the Confederacy has offered hazard pay on this one...figured I might as well jump in on it.
A couple guys laughed at me when I told them I was planning on going along with this mission. "Jack," they said, "what the hell are you planning on doing out there? You won't even get a chance to fire one burst, or one missle volley!" I just smiled, and said a paycheck's a paycheck...and they just shrugged.
9.15.23, 09:23
We found a nice spot today, west of the temple..plenty of minerals, a geyser, with more nearby. Dropships took off, saying they'd be back in a month with the techs...so we set up base. The commander started the probes working, and looked around a little more, finding a nice tactical point to stop any incoming attack. I suppose you have to plan for the worst when you're in charge...
As usual, I sat around all day as the barracks went up, and marines started getting outfitted. Something's telling me I may actually sit around in my bunk the whole time we're here...
9.15.23, 14:08
Very odd thing just happened...some sort of metallic object sped past our little choke. It didn't look like anything any of us had seen before...so the commander, predictably, sent out the order to kill it. Marines started chasing it around our base, while the little thing chattered, and soon, it was a pile of metal. Our on-hand scientists looked at the scraps...and said it was nothing close to human.
The commander freaked. I was there, when they told him. He immediately sent out the order to construct a communications satellite for orbital observance, and two factories started going up. Tanks, he said, will kill whatever comes...tanks...he just kept muttering that word, over and over...
9.16.24, 08:52
Very...very...odd thing this morning...
The commander, early in the day, must've been looking over our stores of minerals and gas, and decided we needed more of both. He sent a construction vehicle over to the nearest stash of both, and started construction of a second command center.
That's when things got a bit wierd. Some sort of hybrid robot/being was there. It had bluish skin, and some sort of energy weapon coming out of its forearms...it ambushed, and attacked our SCV. The commander immediately sent some firebats and medics out to kill it, and soon it just...vanished, in a puff of blue, leaving nothing behind to study...just the wounds on our SCV, which the medics healed up, and went back to work on the command center...
Some of the guys are really starting to worry now. There's something else out there, and it seems to be rather upset that we killed its little probe...
9.16.24, 22:10
Good god! What are we against, here? An hour ago, just after the sun set, some strange flying machine that looked oddly like an insect dropped off two machines...one large four-legged thing, that immediately started lobbing some sort of energy balls at our mining construction vehicles at our main base, and something that looked oddly like a giant slug, larger than four men..
The slug-thing started releasing tiny missle-type things, that ran along the ground, then exploded into our main command center, causing a lot of devistation. Our tanks and marines rolled along to destroy the threat...but at least half a dozen marines were hit by the small exploding missles, two or three at a time...I can still see the blood on the monitors...
Even a couple of the tanks fell, before both of them were finally destroyed. The alien dropship flew off long before, the slug-thing was a shower of metal, and the four-legged thing went up in a pile of blue goo...
The order just came over the PA system. All wraith pilots to breifing...it looks like I may see some action after all.
For the first time...I really don't want it.
9.16.25, 06:58
The commander ordered the satellites we had to peek in on where we thought the base was...just opposite the strange temple...and it showed a lot of little metallic objects like the one we first killed harvesting minerals, and gas, and bringing them to a large building that looks oddly like the temple we're supposed to investigate...
Sergeant Dunn, decked out in his flame throwers, was ordered to run over to the alien base and investigate. I talked with him, before he left, pilot lights ablazing...he spoke with confidence, a cool easy tone...but even I could see the nervousness in his eyes...
9.16.25, 08:04
Dunn is dead. He was heading for the alien base, and for some reason, panicked...maybe he saw something that our cam following him couldn't...he ran straight for all the alien structures, large crystal things, pits with a ball sticking out in the middle, large spider-like buildings...the pit rose up, and sent a large energy ball, like the four-legged thing...and he was dead, splattered...
The commander, afraid of more shuttle-drops, started erecting missle turrets around the base...all I can say, is that I hope these things don't have any heavy air...
9.16.25, 17:28
More use of the com-sat. Revealed more odd, alien buildings, and a sizable army of those four-legged things...
I've been outfitted with a wraith. It handles fine, and I have cloaking...maybe we'll be able to take these bastards by surprise. The batallion is writing things on their tanks, and wraiths, things like, "Avenge Dunn," and plenty of other derogitory comments about the alien race. I told them to be careful...who knows what they have to spy on us...they all laughed at me, and painted more.
9.16.26, 12:05
The commander left a hole. Several alien dropships descended from the south of our base...the base is in panic..as we speak, more four-legged things and slug-machines are killing our base, our SCV's..our troops are being covered by some strange blue glow from different alien fliers, rendering their guns inneffective...even our tanks were covered by this glow, causing their turrents to malfunction, and the slugs/four-leggers destroyed them with no fuss...painted bits of metal and men flying everywhere...men are recalled, but only to be slaughtered...my fellow wraith pilots, even cloaked, were no match for the alien craft, which somehow saw past the light displacement...
Wait, there's my warning light. I'm being sent into action. It's time to show these bastards who's boss, eh? More like this is the last entry in my journal, unless the commander pulls off something brilliant...more four-leggers coming in the front door, no troops left to defend...buildings exploding everywhere...time to earn your pay, Jack...
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Records of the time period mention this forray, saying only that there was a strange archeological find, and that the initial group to secure the area perished to natural disasters. The planet was deemed too volitle to support an investigation, and the planet was forgotten until our current investigation. Natural disaster? Most likely not. Judging by the times, the Confederacy most likely wanted to cover up the existance of this alien race, if they even had any record from this sortid affair at all. More Confederate lies, to cover what may have prevented the dire state humanity lies in now.
Doctor Richard Sage, Archeologist, 8.29.31
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