Starcraft

Death from above: Ignite the flame.
PROLOUGE.
My name is Jefferson. I served in the United Coalition Air Force. The UC, United Coalition, was the last remaining human military force not governed by insane aristocrats and corrupt generals. We stood in the way of massive military might in the last great war of the universe.


Relations had been established with the Protoss warriors, treaties signed , peace brought about. The universe’s greatest forces had finally settled for peace. With the Zerg utterly destroyed, nothing was left. At least that’s what we thought. The zerg were not put down. The infernal Queen of blades had escaped the multi-planetary bombing runs.

The zerg rose up again, causing stress factors to shoot up to astronomical heights among both the humans and the protoss. A deterioration of peace and inter-species relationships was brought about by reckless military leaders and selfish political figures.
What should have been a united front against the uprising of the destructive zerg swarms was a cluster-screw of the most powerful forces of the time once again at each others throats.

A faction of the human military knew that, unless a renegade force, a massive number of outlaw military might, was established, the human race, and possibly the whole universe, would be wiped out, or taken control of by the ever multiplying zerg hordes. So we defected, over three million of us. Our number’s soon grew from humans still scattered all over the universe. We knew we would be going up against our own kind, and we were still outnumbered, despite our rather large starting force for a “rebel” group.

The United Coalition was formed, and I was a wraith fighter pilot, straight out of training. I was a young man when I went in, but by the time I got out, If I was not a man, I don’t know who would be.


Chapter 1: The burning flame of chaos is ignited.

“This is the GMF headquarters. Come in sector bravo C2-1. Can you hear us up there? Sir, there is still no response from the massive strike force we stationed on planet C2-1.”
“What the hell is going on here? There’s no way we could of lost contact with them! That COM-tech was state of the art!” Yelled Colonel Vladimir.

“Sir, I have no idea, but I can’t establish communications, and-”

“I DON’T WANT AN EXCUSE! I NEED TO SPEAK TO GENERAL McCOOL! Either establish contact with them, or it’s your job, and your head.”

“Ye- Yes sir.”
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“Alright, we’re all agreed on this, right? If anyone wants to turn back, do it now. Once we go on, it will be too late.” Said general McCool.

“No sir, were all with you, and our men are all in agreement as well.” Replied Lieutenant Geraldo.

“Alright, were no longer a part of the Galactic Military Force. From now on, were the United Coalition. Our mission will be to help ensure the continuation of our race, and the end of the war once and for all, no matter what the cost.” Said McCool. “Remember, that no matter what happens, the reason we have done this, and the people we do it for.”

At that moment, a Marine burst into the command tent. “Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you. But we have a problem.”

“What is it, private?”

“We’ve got an incoming ship, and it’s no one of ours. It’s an official dropship of the GMF, I mean official. Looks like someone important is on board.”

“Damn, I knew we’d have to deal with this sooner or later. Once they found out they could not establish contact with us. You all ready?”

“Yes sir!” Every CO echoed in response.
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“General Mitomi, we’re landing now.” Said the general’s attendant.
“Very well, get out of my sight now.” Said general Mitomi.
“Yes sir.” Said the attendant, muttering something condescending on his way out.

The dropship landing in the loading area, and the bay doors opened. General Mitomi stepped out and looked around, seeing McCool walking in his direction. “McCool, what the hell is going on, we couldn’t contact you. Have you screwed up the Com system, you incompetent fool?”

“No sir, I turned the Com system off. At least for you.”
“Why the hell would you do that? Are you so stupid you thought you’d play a joke?”
“No sir, I turned it off because I no longer have any intention of serving the GMF.”

A moment of silence passed, then, “Are you saying you’ve deserted us?”
“No, well, yes. If you want to get technical. If by “us” you mean the GMF, then yes. If by “us” you mean us humans, then no.”

“Desertion is punishable by death.” A troop of about 5 GMF enforcers stepped from the dropship.

“Arrest General McCool, Colonel Vladimir will be glad of a reason to be rid of this fool anyway.”

“Are you such a fool, Mitomi, that you can’t see the path you walk will only lead to everyone’s doom? The GMF is deluded, can’t you see that? We can’t win with the aristocrats breathing down our necks and telling us how to win wars, and Vladimir is one of those aristocrats!”

“Arrest him!”
“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Now!”

Marines came rushing out of their barrack tents, fully armored, GUASS rifles pointed Mitomi and his men.

“KILL THEM ALL!” Shrieked Mitomi.
“FIRE!” Yelled McCool.

Gunfire lit up the area, the flashes from the muzzles of the GUASS rifles was blinding, as Mitomi and the GMF Enforcer units were cut down in a hail of lead. There was no mercy, and there was no escape.

The smoke cleared slowly from the area, blown by the small winds of the planet. Lieutenant Geraldo stepped up to McCool. “We’re really knee deep in it now, huh sir?”

“We were already chest deep when we decided to do this.”