Starcraft

This story relied heavily on italics, so I had to improvise a bit to match this site's format, but I guess them's the breaks. This came together pretty well. About six hours work from initial concept to finished piece. Enjoy... or don't. It's a free world. ----------------------StarCraft: The Khaydarin Mandate---------------------- G2774BA, that was what the Brass called him. They didn’t know who he was, and so he didn’t care what they called him. It was his team mates t...

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[b]Pandemic: Episode 2[/b] "You idiot!" It was Kerrigan. "The point was to spread the virus, not kill!" He realized he'd have to try again. "We have to make those stupid Viruses all over again! Get back to Char now!" Oh man, he'd gotten himself into some deep trouble. He feared to think of what Kerrigan would do to him. Or what her Hunters would do more likely. He knew the boy was dead, why'd he done that. Not like the boy had done anything ...

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Pandemic Episode one Beez stood in line, he was one of the 1st Genex's ever. Also, one of the few Zerg that could think for themselves. Even thought he still heard the voices of Kerrigan and the Overmind. He thought to himself that it was very funny he'd never actually met kerrigan or seen the overmind. He'd only seen them in dreams at least. Never in person. He looked at himself, disgusting! He was a human. "Next!" "What was that?" He thought to himself. He turned...

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Pandemic: Prologue The date is December, 28th, 2499. Mar Sara city, has been an amazing city for a while now. It grows and grows. Even though the war against the Zerg has been tough Mar Sara hasn't cared much. Though much fighting has been done on its soil. People are looking forward to the year 2500. There will be a big celebration on Brezec, A large city on Mar Sara. Mar Sara city residents are mad that it will not be held on their ground but they don't care much. Little does ev...

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My first fan fiction. In fact, it's the first thing I've posted on this site. :) --------------------------------The Marine's Wish------------------------------- -Prologue- "What is that? That thing lying on the ground?" the boy asked "It's a dead zergling. Long forgotten by the swarm." replied General Jukeer "What's a zergling?" "It's a zerg killer. They tear through entire cities with ease. They come in gigantic numbers that are impossible to coun...

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Yay! My first fan fiction. Some errors in spelling or grammar here and there, but I'm very proud of this. Ummm... for those not familiar... Mudfoot is slang for infantry, m'kay? Enjoy! -----------------------------------***----------------------------------------- THE MUDFOOT'S TALE A STORY BY THEFIREWARRIORS GIDEON IV, NORTHERN WASTES BUNKER COMPLEX ECHO-SIX-SIX 0900 The Ghost stalked the wasteland of radioactive glass, once trenches where men lived, fought and died; seeing wi...

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“DIE ALIEN SCUM! I’LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT WITH MY GAUSS RIFLE AND THEN FIND A HOVERBIKE AND RUN THE REST OF YOUR FRIENDS OVER! I’LL GO GET A TANK AND BLOW THE SH-“ “Hey John, don’t you think your getting a bit too emotional about that game?” “IT’S THE GAME! IT’S SO FUCKING UNFAIR! I SWEAR, I WANT TO MURDER THOSE DEVELOPERS SHANE“ “Well, then keep it down. I can’t even hear my headphones.” Shane couldn’t believe his little brother. Five months of begging his parents for some stupid game c...

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"Are you going to ante up or what Cinduron, I don't have all day." Max smiled around the smoldering stub of a cigar and tossed in three cigarettes into the small pile of smokes that was ever growing in between the three men and two women hunkered down between there bunks. An old food carton served as a table for this impromptu game. Week number two of the long haul out to some dirt farming colony for some random distress call.Freaking colonist man, always finding something to jump ...

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In the Life of a Terran Science Vessel: By Jello12 May, 16th, 2495: Today I arrived at base camp, The ride here was utterly long and horrible, I can't believe I'm here on some boring section of Korhal than in Mar Sara City. I mean, One day, you're fine and have no problems whatsoever. The next, your in a base camp in the middle of no where on the nuked world of Korhal. I mean, I wish I was back home with Julie and Clark. Life was alot better than this, I haven't been here one s...

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-This has become a little too long to be squeezed into two parts so im changing it into a three part story instead my my original two. I've just started writing again and will, hopefully, have the rest up soon along with the next pat of A Marine's Story.- ```````````````````````````````````````````````` <center><b>Deadly Tide II</b></center> “You have reached your destination.” Came the computer’s monotone voice, the doors dinged and opened, “Enjoy your stay here o...

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The End is No End - or - The Son of Colonel Fischer “Stokolv retreat back to base immediately. Do not engage enemy air or ground units. Squadron 409, patrol a wide circle around Stokolv and make sure that any Scourges have to deal with you first. Uncloak if necessary. If that cruiser gets hit by as much as one dive bomber, I’ll make you wish you took a barbed spine to the face.” Colonel Fischer glared at me from the other side of the command table, his waxy skin glowing pale blue. I could...

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Soren Bach wanted to see the molten orange of the sun through the tinted windows of interstellar flight. He bit the pulp out of the lemon he was holding and the held the peel up to the window. The sour tang mixed with the saliva and bit at his gums with a warm, salty pain. His eyes gleamed for every kind of moment like it was still his first mission-drop&#8213; for the way the impact of the Arclite’s siege cannon hit his gut and left him breathless every time Zerglings flooded ...

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Something was amiss… She can feel it… Something was moving beyond the walls of her mind…outside her reach. She focuses more. Reaching out to it; trying to catch it. Questions flood her mind. “What is it? Where did it come from? What does it mean?” But as time wears on, the questions fade away, giving rise to only one thing. Catching it. She focuses more, reaching out with her mind. But try as she might, she can't go beyond the boundaries of her mind. She screams in anger. He...

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In the Life of a....Jim Raynor!? This Journal entry will go over a span of 10 days up to the end of Starcraft: Brood war, not his whole time fighting... Note these are important entries not day to day... Entry 1: Yes! Today we found a soldier while out finding a base...A WOMAN soldier I might add, her name is Sarah. Ahhh, Those nice eyes and fine build! I wanna get a touch of those, Sarah Kerrigan, By golly shes the best thing i've seen in awhile... And I've seen alot of things. Maybe I sh...

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Lynic and Zorj rested on top of a nearby tree, looking for an enemy outpost. They couldn’t feel the cold for their blood was warm enough to survive the extremely cold temperature, while Duran and his guards were below it shivering badly. “Say Zorj, Those Xel’Naga, How’d they make you a hybrid?” Lynic asks, “I don’t know. As I said, I fell unconscious and woke up in a white room.” Lynic replies, “You two were experiments, we didn’t know what will happen to you two when we dissected both of you. ...

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Shockingly enough, I am still alive and writing despite my previous lull in activity. The plot of this story was one that I've been wanting to do for a long time, though I only recently came up with a satisfying method of portraying it. For those of you that truly enjoy reading this story I recommend that you read through it again, as there are many things in there that you won't fully understand until you have read the ending. <center><b><i>The Deceiver&...

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(Continued from The Exile) "Let's get him in the infirmary." I should have had Kondor help me drag Martin. Kevin was no better than an anchor when we were running from that ultralisk. We got lucky though - I think the engineer must have been a midget from the 19th century - at one point the hallway narrowed to about three feet and stayed like that for another ten feet, stopping the Zerg in it's path. It was a bitch to carry Martin though, sinse Kevin had his feet. I could barely sque...

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THE DOCKING SEALS HISSED AS THE SMALL TRANSPORT SITUATED itself within the Science Vessel receiving bay. “The damn thing’s locked,” hissed PFC Eddie Grissom as they reached the inner bay exit. “Who’s got the plasma cutter,” questioned Demolitions Major Ezekiel Brown. Brown, the leader of this expedition, was assigned to explore and destroy a possibly compromised science vessel in orbit around Char. Rumors in the chain of command were that Zerg had infested the orbiting vessel and possib...

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This is a piece I did for the starcraft-source fan fiction contest. However, i rushed it in order to make the deadline. It attempts to novelize the "Drawing of the Web" Brood War mission. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Having just finished a sparring session with his students, Orich advanced across the causeway. He was inside the Citadel of Adun, a floating building dedicated to mastering the art of protoss combat. Orich was a dark templar,...

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Days have past since Zorj’s capture. He lazily stands in the water-filled cell, looking at the scientists doing their research, thinking if he’s going to live. Suddenly, something exploded on the door. He can’t see it because a shelf and a few tables were blocking his view. What happened? He hears all the scientists panic and running around in fear. One scientist was clenching on his little rosary, kneeling down on the floor and praying very hardly for his safety as the others were killed by a...

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The small moon hovered over my home Hive cluster, its light casting rays of shadow across the Creep. Only yards away sat dozens of large, slowly swelling eggs that housed my hatching brethren. In an explosion of excess membrane, one of the eggs hatched. In its place stood a fellow Hydralisk, clawing the air as he stretched his scythe-like arms. Several more eggs exploded and soon there were many of us, enough to destroy the Terran presence nearby. The Cerebrate’s thoughts fille...

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IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BURN. Corporal Teague Wolfly wielded the wrist-mounted nozzles of death, spewing bright liquid flame indiscriminately into the opening. He could hear the chittering cries even through his neo-steel exoskeleton. Any living thing could burn. Any living thing could scream. When the snakes of flame began to burn backwards toward their source, Teague lifted his vice-grip on the palm levers extending from his gauntlets. The supporting Marines in his unit saw this flag for act...

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Days have past since Zorj disembarked on his journey, walking wearily on the burning world of Kralsburg, searching for his comrades. A few days earlier, he woke up on what is left of their base camp. The exploded buildings, the brutally mutilated bodies and the metallic junk left behind by the Xel’ Naga. He sat down and sobbed in tears, and then set off to fulfill his quest. Finally, Zorj finds a small Terran outpost. He was overjoyed on what he saw. He took a few steps forward and then he ...

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Vin’s eyes adjusted. Where am I…? Wait a minute… oh yah. Off-world. Damn. He drew a hand up to his nose. Wait a minute. He was wearing his mask. It felt different. He used to be in the army, where they’d wear helmets rather then masks. He forgot that different armed forces had separate equipment, rather than separate jobs. He couldn’t see. He adjusted the polarizor. Still dark. He turned on night-vision. Now he could see a hallway through white and blue daggers. He began wal...

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Take note, this is my first fiction ever submitted. It was a dark night on the burning but fireless planet of Kralsburg. Pvt. Lynic Cramotha was sitting nervously by the corner of their bunker, waiting for something to come. Their Captain, Cpt. Zorj Gedar, was a semi-psychic. He has predicted that something will attack their terran outpost on the north east. A couple of minutes later, they lost contact with this outpost, they immediately pitched up heavy defenses around their base, hoping tha...

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