"Drintr: How far are you willing to go to be named "The Rook?"
Mattzarella: I will make out with Endersshadow, but I don't think I would go to third base.
Drintr: Don't know him well enough?
Matzarella: He told me he was saving himself for Jaood."
-Drintr
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| Initation: Part 1 | | | Author: | | | IP: | 216.230.XXXX | | Date: | 06/04/00 08:06 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 4, Min: 4
Lifetime Rating for Cracky_The_Peon: 5.6000 |  | Initiation: Part 1
(This may be a three part series, but many people have a very negative view of fanfics and unless people want more, I think I'll leave it at this...)
The twin suns of the Zi'thma system rose beyond the distant mountains, breaking the tance-like nature of my sleep. Rolling over, I groaned with the realization of the morning. Another sigh escaped my breath as I rose to face another day of boot camp. Fuck...I hit my head on the top bunk again. Just another reason to despise morning.
Breakfast went along as usual. I sat alone, feeling contemplative instead of social. Where was my life heading? What were my goals? What was the point?
The rigorus physical demands of boot camp were only half the battle. The pyscological requirments of the training were equally demanding and just as draining. Day after day of yells, insults, and slavitude for the good of the company were building up...building up to the inevitable breaking point where one must choose: live to fight another day, or die. What would I choose? The life was a marine was advertised as glorious, fighting for the good of the system, fighting for all things worth defending in our society. What was I fighting for? I knew I had made a mistake...I was escaping the realities of my life back home. But now all I could think was "What had I gotten myself into?"
Boot camp was not the most socially oriented place. Far too often there would be future soldiers like me, soldiers that fought alone, unable to trust those fighting beside him. The virtual reality training simulations I had experieced were unlike field exercises I had taken part in. In the real world, it was every man for himself. Despite the lack of community I felt in the company, I was doing pretty well. My marksmanship had gained the attention of my superiors and I had been recommended for a position as an officer upon my graduation from basic training. I had completed the survival course, the rudimentary requirment for all snipers with perfect marks and recieved an honorable mention. These honors were not enough. My days were unending, unfilling. There was something missing in my life. It was at my lowest that she came into my life....
She was like a angel mixed with the fury of a demon, a ghost. Beautiful and equally deadly, she was in short, perfection. I had met her one day at lunch, exhausted from a hard workout and mentally drained from a pyscological conditioning course. She was my first friend, almost the first person to talk to me since I had arrived. She was what I had been looking for. Things between us remained plutonic...at best we were best friend, at worst, allies. At the high point of are relationship I made a discovery, a discovery about myself and the company as a whole. A secret.
"Quiet damn you!" Her flaming red hair turned away from me as she silenced me with a glare cold as ice. My mind began to play games with me, calculating every possiblity for her disturbance of my sleep. They ranged from wild fantasies to downright paranoias...I followed her as silently as possible, but I could never match a ghost for stealth. Countless dark corridors raced past me as we made our way deeper and deeper into the bowels of the command center.
At long last, we arrived at a thick black blast door marked with strange red symbols.
"Protoss?", I questioned. "Very good...you've been paying attention in your classes...", came the reply. Again, my mind was having a field day with all the implications of the symbols...The outstanding question soon surfaced.
"What are Protoss symbols doing in a Terran training facility?" She turned an smiled, then effortlessly punched in the digital code to unlock the doors. A small hiss of gas signaled a change in pressure as I plunged into the darkness beyond the gateway...
(Please read and comment - Is there interest in me finishing the series or should I just leave it alone? Input, flames, etc are all welcome...except gay pop-ups from probe...) |
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