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| The Adventures of the Hunter IV | | | Author: | | | IP: | bsg-ma-cXXXX | | Date: | 02/11/01 03:02 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 5, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for UDontKnOwME: 3.7778 |  | No long introduction this time… Onto the fic!
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The Adventures of the Hunter IV
Chapter 5
Danny was asleep when the landing alarm sounded throughout the ship.
“Uhhhhhg, fine, I’ll get up,” murmured Danny a little sleepily.
The ship heated a little as they entered the planet’s atmosphere. It was about 95* inside even with the cooling system on full blast. The portholes glowed red with the heat and friction of the atmospheric molecules bumping against the speeding ship.
“Danny! Get dressed! You are going to be a security escort for the scientists,” said John Calhorn.
“Ohhh, wow! Sounds like the time of my life!” said Danny.
As they landed, Danny felt a small lurch as the landing pads hit the ground. As he looked out the main viewing glass at the Vessel’s helm, he noticed that this planet was very swampy. Strange creatures chased each other through the murky darkness. Green fungus drooped from the knobby trees. The water looked a sick red-orange from the algae on top of it. This would be the perfect place to set up a large Zerg camp.
Danny almost hurled looking at some of the strange things crawling around outside the viewport. It was hard to believe that he would be leading the sample-collecting party.
“Are you ready to go out?” asked the Commander.
“No,” said Danny with a look of disgust in his eyes.
“Too bad. Get moving,” replied the Commander.
The deck opened out unto the planet. It was very humid. Water immediately began to form on Danny’s suit and helmet. He could smell the humidity in the air, and it smelled really bad. “Why couldn’t my helmet have one of those little tee air fresheners in it?” thought Danny miserably.
Every once and a while, a scientist would collect a sample from the planet’s surface. They might also collect some animal remains, like a bone. They didn’t even realize that they had stepped onto creep until a scientist stooped to collect a sample and found that he couldn’t cut a piece off. When they were finally able to collect a piece, the inch deep hole suddenly repaired itself.
“Guys, we need to get back to the ship. This isn’t any ordinary ground,” ordered Danny.
“Of course it isn’t. We’re on a different planet aren’t we?” replied a scientist.
“Yes we are, but this is Creep,” replied Danny, very seriously.
The scientist immediately started to stutter. They started to walk back to the ship. They arrived rather quickly, and Danny told the Commander what had happened.
“Your going to have to fill out a detailed report, as you were the person in charge,” said the Commander. “In the meantime, I want you to oversee take-off procedures.”
It takes about ten minutes for a Science Vessel to lift off, and Danny was feeling extremely bored five minutes later.
“Does this thing get going any faster?” asked Danny to a nearby pilot.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Not a very good conversationalist, are you?” asked Danny.
“No.”
“So, how does this thing work?” asked Danny, who needed something to do.
“Well, this pile of junk takes about ten minutes for enough power to surge into the core. Scientists have tried their best to find a way to make the loading time shorter, because a Science Vessel is weakest on the ground, but all attempts have failed. The core keeps on exploding because too much power is put into the engine too quickly,” replied the pilot.
“Ooook,” said Danny.
At that moment, a pack of Zerglings came tearing their way. They had probably been sent there because they had sensed the Terran’s feet trooping across the creep.
“How much longer until we can lift off?” asked Danny.
“Two minutes, but the ships automated defense system we had installed will be able to hold them until then,” replied the pilot as the blasters popped out of their disguised trapdoors. They immediately began to shoot at the Zerglings, but they just kept on attack the entrance ramp door, ignoring the fact that two had already been vaporized by the blast cannons. There were still enough left to create a feeling of foreboding though, meaning that there were still six left with reinforcements plowing towards them through the swamp ridden forest (four more, in fact).
“How much longer now?” asked Danny. The armor on the entrance door was wearing down. The sounds of ravaging claws could be heard throughout the whole ship now.
“Don’t worry so much, only a minute left. Activating the blast doors now,” added the pilot. Danny wasn’t as worried as the pilot, he only showed it a bit more to keep the pilot comfortable.
All of the blast cannons had been knocked out now, and nine Zerglings were ripping away at the armor plating, which was about to give way to the blast doors. Although, the blast doors were about three times thicker than the entrance ones.
“30 seconds,” said the pilot.
Just then, three Hydralisks joined the fray.
“Do’ya think we should set up a defense at the entrance bay? Just in case?” asked Danny.
“Only ten seconds left. I don’t think we’d need to,” replied the pilot. “9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…blast off baby!”
The Science Vessel gave an almighty lurch, and began to rise slowly. The doors were out of the Zerglings’ reach, but the Hydras were still firing their spines at the entrance door. The ship began to speed up into the atmosphere of the planet. Once it cleared the atmosphere of the planet, the ship and the ships’ occupants were relieved. Then…
“SIR! We have several Zerg signatures headed this way, and they’re moving pretty damn fast,” said an officer on the deck.
“Shit. Do you know what they are?” asked the Commander.
“They appear to be Mutalisks sir, and there are a few Overlords trailing behind,” replied the officer.
“Those Overlords must have a payload inside with our names on’em,” said the Commander. “Prepare to fire an Irradiate at a Mutalisk in the middle of the group, and then give the ship a Defensive Matrix.”
“Sir, we only have enough energy for one,” replied another officer.
“Then give the ship the Matrix,” said the Commander.
Danny, who had been listening closely, knew that this choice was wrong, but he couldn’t do anything to change the captains’ orders. After all, he was only the security chief on this hunk of junk.
The Matrix was cast on the ship right before the Mutalisks arrived and began firing their worms at the ship. The Magellan’s shields were depleted rather quickly, and the Mutalisks began to focus their fire on the already weakened blast doors. If that door gave way, then all of the people on that floor would be sucked through the opening into space.
At that moment, a strange ship appeared on the Magellan’s screens. Danny immediately recognized it as an Arbiter. Then, the Arbiter began to move towards the Mutalisks. At the sight of the Arbiter, the Overlords immediately directed to attack it. This is what the pilot of the Arbiter had wanted. As the Mutalisks neared, Scouts and Corsairs zoomed out from the cloaking field the Arbiter and began to attack the Mutalisks. A squad of Corsairs (five) flew out and began to attack the Overlords, who, in confusion, began to float away. The Corsairs chased after them, while the other fighters zoomed back under the Arbiters cloaking field. Since the Overlords were no longer in range to detect the cloaked fighters. The Mutalisks, now unable to find a target besides the Arbiter, flew in to attack it instead. The Corsairs had finished having their fun popping Overlords, because they were all killed, and flew in to flank the Mutalisks, which now numbered ten. The Mutalisks, who were still trying to kill the Arbiter, were easily killed.
The crew, thankful for their lives, let out a sigh of relief. Then, the Arbiter turned toward them, as well as every ship under it, and trained their guns onto the Science Vessel.
“Sir, the captain of the Protoss’ vessel is hailing us,” called an officer.
“Put him through,” replied the Commander.
“Commander of the Terran vessel, you are hereby under Protoss control. I am ordering you once, and only once, to have you shut down your ship and allow an ambassador to come onboard. Resistance is futile. If you try to escape, we will have no choice but to destroy you,” ordered the Protoss Commander, who was in the Arbiter.
“Shit,” thought Danny.
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