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I realize a lot of you dislike fanfiction, but please do not rate this bad purely on that fact. I feel that this is done with good quality writing and graphics. Most reports are just describing crappy games that people had. If you think about it, that's a story too... A story about a game that they played. But that story is repeditive and lacks charcter development, good storyline, etc. Just give this a chance, I think you'll like it. I did my best to be very creative, yet still stay true to Star Craft. Also, I want to know if we can include Flash in our reports.

This is just chapter one, but if I get a lot of exposure and good feedback, I'll most likely continue on with the story. One last thing, which I just added before I uploaded this. The background was supposed to be black, but it won't fucking work! I screwed around with it for an hour, and my voice hurts from yelling at the computer. So... cut my some slack about the white background will ya.

Chapter One

The day after a battle…what a depressing day. And the smell… Oh God the smell. The smell of burning flesh, Terran and Zerg Blood… It wasn't the kind of smell that you could get used to. I just thank God I'm not a marine. When a marine runs into a battle, head-to-head with the Zerg, his changes of living are exactly 48.3%. 48.3%! That means that there is a better fucking chance that he'll die then live! I can't imagine being a marine, and running into a battle with that statistic on my mind. So what do I do you are probably wondering… I'm a Ghost. Basically, I stay up and away from the battle with the Siege Tanks, and snipe the over-grown bugs.

I wish I were home right now… With all my friends and family. I could get a girlfriend. Maybe we could all have a big barbeque… and-

"Whatever. Just… get some lunch or something… Get prepared, because we are expecting company tonight… Zerg Company."

I had Insomnia… Basically my life was a consistent daydream. I just couldn't sleep thinking about all the lives lost, ripped up and shredded apart. With so many horrible images on my mind I just couldn't fall asleep. You need to feel relaxed and safe to go to sleep… You mustn't think about too much either… I would never have a good-night's-sleep until I was back home. I planned on retiring from the military as soon as this war was over.

I never responded. I knew I could have made an argument there, but I wouldn't. Sergeant Harrow always does this. He asks a question which he figures you don't have an answer for, and stares at you with a threatening look. A look that says, "You better God-Damn well not answer that question." In two seconds from now, he will start ranting and bitching about his opinion on the subject. The whole performance will last a good half-an-hour and will probably end with something like, "I pay my taxes," which of course has nothing to do with me daydreaming. He had stared at me for quite a while… I knew he would start his little rant in about 3 seconds. 1… 2… 3.

He stared at me like a madman. He would be mad at me just for interrupting him, let alone telling him to shut up. He opened his mouth, but words never came out. This had never happened before, nor had he expected it to ever happen. He was speechless… He didn't have a damn clue what to say.

For a second he looked at me as though he feared me, then walked out of the room. I began to laugh my ass off. I had beaten the boss. He never ever bothered me again about something so stupid.

I decided to go and have some lunch. When I entered the cafeteria, everyone was eyeballing me. Apparently, I don't know how… But word got out that I had stood up to the Sergeant. I got about 300 pats on the back. Everyone asked me to come and sit beside them, but as always, I just sat down by my best military buddy… Dale. Everything about the rest of that day went by normal. That is until later that night.

The sun had just set on this planet. Whatever planet this was. I didn't even pay attention anymore. Everyone was ready with their machine guns and bazookas. The tanks were in siege-mode and some others and I… ready to snipe down any Zerg that appeared over the horizon.

"Well anyways, I'm not here to apologize. Just telling you not to be too quick on the trigger. Apparently the Zergs want to talk… not fight. Seems very odd, so we are taking a lot of precautions." Then Sergeant Harrow walked away to tell the other Ghosts the same thing.

They crawled closer and closer, but still seemed peaceful. They slowed down as they neared us. Finally the leader was face to face with Sergeant Harrow. I could tell that he was one of the smarter Zergs. 99.9% of Zergs had about the intelligence of a dog. But the other 0.1% were extremely intelligent and ruled over the dumber ones. These Zerg were easily ten times smarter than any Terran or Protoss alive. Then the wise one spoke.