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| The Next Generation of Warriors : Part One | | | Author: | | | IP: | 206.10.1XXXX | | Date: | 04/30/02 05:04 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 5, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for Deity: 5.0000 |  | This is my first ever attempt at a fanfic and I hope that is is up to par with the great works of Drefsab and Monty Pylon. (They tell me that this is impossible. I agree with them completely.) I just typed this off the top of my head and will probably dress it up a little later. If you like it though, please don’t hesitate to tell me. If enough people think that its alright, I’ll probably continue and maybe add some pics or something. Well anyways thanks for reading!
CHAPTER 1:THE FIRST MISSION
In and out.
That’s what the Emperor had told him, but now look at what had happened. Commander Thomas Chelsan surveyed the carnage of his recently built base. The zerg had launched yet another attack on it and he didn’t think they would make it through this one. His loyal marines laid waste to zergling forces as they made yet another attempt to destroy the bunkers. The last standing missle turret was leveled by a joint guardian and hydralisk attack. All three of the Barracks were in flames, as well as the Academy. Even as he watched, the Academy collapsed in on itself after yet another brutal attack. Tanks lay on their sides, flipped over and destroyed by huge ultralisks. Goliaths tried valiantly to stop the zerg air invasion, but were destroyed by glave worms of many mutalisks. His firebats killed and then were killed. Vulture hovercrafts threw their canister grenades at any enemy that came close enough. Nothing seemed to be able to defeat the zerg onslaught. As he looked on the scene with a feeling of anger, he emptied yet another round of ammunition from his gauss rifle, cutting down two more of the zerg intruders. Even as he did so, twenty more hydralisks piled in to the base and began to attack his Battlecruisers. With a heavy heart he ordered his few remaining ghosts to quickly paint the area for so he could launch nuclear weapons and bring an end to this infestation. If he couldn’t have this base, nobody could. He thought back to how this had all started, just eight days before.
* * *
Commander Chelsan was sitting in the control office of his command ship, the Executioner, looking over copies of the status reports of several new wraiths recently aquired from Emperor Mengsk himself. Chelsan had moved quickly up the military ladder of the Dominion after his graduation from the Academy. Now, just four years later, he was in command of his own small fleet. He seemed to have caught the attention of the Emperor, though he didn’t know why. He was sure that he would find out soon enough, however.
There was a knock at the door. Even before he acknowledged, a man entered the room. “Sir, there is a commlink message for you in the command room,” said the young communications officer as he saluted.
“Now who the hell is trying to talk to me? If it’s that damn Major Reynolds again asking me to get him his own wraiths, I’ll blow his fucking head off.”
The comms officer looked surprised and said, “No sir, I believe that it is Emperor Mengsk.
“Oh god…. I hope everything is alright,” the surprised commander muttered. Well, what are you waiting for? Bring me the link.”
The officer left and returned again shortly, carrying a small video monitor. A transmission fizzled in on the monitor as the young man left the room. Suddenly, through the static, the Emperor’s face appeared. “Ah, so we finally meet, eh Commander?” the voice bellowed. “I trust you found the wraiths we’ve sent to you in good condition?”
“Y-Yes sir” he stammered.
“Good, good, because I want you to do something for me.”
“W-What is it, sir? Anything you say.”
“We’ve recently lost communications with our outpost at Orphel IX. It was not a large base, but critical to keeping an eye on the zerg. I want you to go in and find out what the trouble is. The planet is covered by a lush jungle, and we hope to bring a colony there. Without that outpost, the zerg will have free run of the entire planet, and we will have no way to keep them in check. If the station needs rebuilding, then rebuild it. Take as many troops as you feel necessary but be warned. There is an old Confederate bunker deep below the ground there. We have not yet discovered it, but we believe that it contains a major stockpile of nuclear warheads. If possible, I want you to secure that for us, as well. Feel free to terminate any hostile beings as you see fit. When the area is secure, I want you to personally return here and report back to me. You’ll be in and out, do you understand?”
“Yes sir, I’ll begin the mission first thing in the morning. We shall leave at dawn.” Chelsan was not so nervous anymore. The Emperor didn’t seem nearly as bad as he had heard. In fact he seemed downright friendly, certainly not the overbearing, pompous dictator that he had expected. As the comm monitor returned to the crackling static, he got up to prepare his troops and ships for the mission.
* * *
As Mengsk signed off on his side of the commlink, he showed a grimace of disgust to his aide, Fingal. “What a stammering asshole. He had better be well worth the effort I’m putting in to this whole operation. If he fails, or worse yet gets killed, it’ll be a million credits down the shithole. And you know just as well as I do that without this special ‘mission’, the whole Dominion is pretty much in the shithole.”
“Don’t worry sir,” replied Fingal in a soft, soothing voice, “your sources have never been wrong before. I’m sure they are correct about this man as well. He just needs the proper… prompting to get him to the point that he will be useful to you.”
Yea, I know. I just wish I knew for sure that this whole Orphel IX strategy will work out.” Mengsk sighed. “If it doesn’t, either the protoss or the zerg will finish us off before he gets another chance to hone his abilities.
“I am sure that it will work, sir. You have not been wrong about such a grave decision before. I and the whole Dominion stand behind you,” Fingal said with a sudden furvor.
“Well, I hope you’re right, Fingal. I hope you’re right…”
* * *
Chelsan looked out on his fleet as they prepped for the coming mission. Many SCV’s, four squads of marines, two of firebats, with ghosts and medics for support were boarding their shuttles. A transport of tanks, a transport of goliaths, and several hoverbikes were also to accompanied them. Between those and the three wraith squadrons and two Behemoth Battlecruisers that would accompany the Executioner to Orphel IX, he was confident that he could handle anything that the enemy had to throw at him.
He was about to find out how wrong he was.
CHAPTER TWO:THE DEMOLISHED BASE
The whole fleet lifted off at 0800 hours and began the slow descent through the upper stratosphere to the endless void of space. By 0900 they were well on their way to the planet.
That evening, the immense world of Orphel IX loomed up before them, appearing quickly, as though out of nowhere. Chelsan ordered his scouting wraiths to scan the base and the surrounding areas for any form of life, but, as was expected, there was nothing inside the base or near it. “Good,” he thought to himself, “if it was a zerg attack, then they have all left the area and returned to their hive. Hopefully we can get a base up and running before they find us again.”
He ordered his fleet to set down just outside the perimeter of the base, and as he watched his troops and workers leave their dropships, he ordered them to quickly defendable posts.
“You two tanks, numbers 304 and 305, get to the northern entrance and siege up immediatley!” he yelled. “Number 307, west entrance! 308, wait for further instructions! I want all goliaths on anti-air patrol on the perimeter! Vultures, deposit spider mines fifty meters from all the entrances to the base and report back here for your orders! Infantry, report immediately to the center of the base to retrieve your weapons and armor! SCV’s, I want one of you, number 1067, to build me a new Command Center and 1068 needs to construct a barracks! 1070, make me an academy! The rest of you I need two bunkers at every entrance to the base, three at the northern one! Numbers 1073 and 1075 begin to build supply depots at once and retrieve the supplies from the ship! Get to work! We only have a little while before whoever blew this installation up tries it again!
As his troops began to work fervently, he sat back and watched. The SCV’s finished building the bunkers and he ordered one of his newly equipped firebats and three marines into each. The academy finished and he ordered the medics to begin distributing stimpacks and get their optical flares. The barracks finished and the SCV quickly began a factory. Then his Command Center was finished. He moved his office into the upper floor of the center, and ordered the SCV’s that had been standing near the bunkers to begin mining minerals from the nearby patch. The academy SCV had built a refinery and they began to process the vespene as well.
“Excellent,” he thought, “my base is already fully functional and there is no sign of an enemy attack.” He ordered the construction of 2 more barracks to house his growing number of troops and sent his wraith squadrons to scan the area again. Still nothing. This silence was really starting to worry him.
* * *
While Chelsan was overseeing the construction of the new base, Arcturus Mengsk, Emperor of the entire terran Dominion, entered into a meeting with his most trusted generals and advisors.
“Good evening, my friends,” he said slowly, “As you probably know, we have begun to train the man that will hopefully be our savior from the horrendous trials that will most certainly befall us. If this mission fails, we will lose yet another planet to the rampaging zerg swarms and most likely the entire chance that we have to survive the coming darkness.”
“What’s so special about this Chelsan kid?” asked General Berkhaulter.
“He is the only one that can save your sorry ass when the zerg come! Theres more to him than there is to any of you. He has…. abilities. Ay minute now you will see just what I mean,” Mengsk said angrily. As he said this a large view screen protruded out of the floor in front of them. “This will show us just what is going on in the battle that is about to occur. He is oblivious to it, and, if all goes as planned, his abilities will be revealed so we can tell just what his limitations and true powers are.”
* * *
Another life scan came in negative at Chelsan’s Command Center and he began to wonder if the base would come under another attack. Mengsk had made it sound as though they would have to fight through swarms of enemies just to get here.
Even as he was thinking this, a scouting marine ran into the center and screamed, “Zerg! They are coming! Only a couple kilometers north of here! Commander, they’re here!”
“Shit!” Chelsan swore feelingly. “Those damn scanners must be broken!” He picked up the intercom and yelled, “All men to their battle positions. Reapeat: all men to their battle poitions! The zerg are here! He had no time to wonder why the Emperor would have put faulty scanners on his wraiths as he looked out the window at the coming horror. The black cloud of death hung in the air, as the sinister looking army moved its way ever closer. He could tell that they were outnumbered nearly four to one. He did not expect to see another day. Suddenly they were in range. “Fire at will, troops!” he yelled.
It had been an unnecessary command. Arclite fire already rained down on the zerglings and hydralisks in the front lines. Goliath anti-air missles soared through the air and found marks on mutalisks and guardians. Gauss rifle bullets ripped through zerg flesh. Glave worms from mutalisks shattered bunkers. Zerglings ripped through the soldiers’ armor and ripped them down. Hydralisks fired. C-10 rifles fired from cloaked ghosts.
Chelsan’s first battle had begun. And it was not going well.
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