Starcraft

Revolution

Thirteen hours after the evacuation of Mar Sara, the planet was incinerated by the Protoss. Nothing survived.

Seeking to establish a foothold in new territory, Mengsk moved his base of operations to Antiga. From here, he could

establish a more influential foothold in Confederate space.

Mengsk intended to return to Korhal one day, but now was not the right time.

Sending his Lieutenant, Kerrigan, and the former Marshall Raynor down to the surface, he hoped to incite a bloody

uprising between the Korhalian sympathisers and their tyrannical Confederate overseers.


The Sergeant stood upright, admiring Raynor's Vulture.
"Nice bit of kit you got there, Marshall," he nodded to his comrade.
"Yeah. She's served me well for ages now. I'd put my life on the line for this machine," Raynor replied, tapping the side panels as if the Vulture were a pet dog.
"Anyway, shall we get a move on? Tell the men that we're going. We're supposed to meet Lieutenant Kerrigan around here."
There was something that dogged Raynor when he spoke to her over the comms system during the briefing. There was an uncanny feeling of familiarity. Raynor shook it off and slowly placed his foot on the accelerator.
"C'mon Sergeant, you're slacking!" he teased, speeding off into the distance.

A young woman was standing in a valley, watching a cloud of dust smothering the approaching Vulture. She swung her hips to the side, long red hair lazily hanging down across her back. Casually removing her goggles, she placed them on her forehead and tucked away and errant strand of hair. Her gun dangled from her hands, hanging next to a slender pair of legs.
"So, we've got the Marshall coming..." she smiled to herself. Drawing up closer, Raynor took a look at the woman.
"Hell, they do build them like they used to..."
Kerrigan lifted her head, approaching Raynor's Vulture and placing a hand on the side panel.
"Easy..." Raynor smiled to himself.
"I've finished scouting the area and-" Kerrigan began, leaving Raynor to daydream a little.
"I wouldn't mind scouting her area..." Raynor though. If he had been a cartoon character, his tongue would have been hanging out.
"You PIG!" Kerrigan cried, pushing Raynor, almost throwing him of his bike.
"What! I didn't say anything!"
At this point, Raynor realised she was a telepath.
"Oh...err...let's move on then..." Raynor sheepishly sat upright and pivoted his bike. The Sergeant approached, placing a hand on Raynor's shoulder and chuckling.
"I think she likes you!" he laughed, before checking her out. Kerrigan was walking of in a typical 'drama-queen' fashion.
"Then again...nice piece of ass you got there..." the Sergeant replied.
"Oh, just keep digging that hole, you snide bastard!" Raynor butted in.
"Ok," the Sergeant replied, stepping back and putting his hands in the air. "Don't shoot me Marshall!" the Sergeant then turned to the rest of his man. "C'mon, you lazy buggers, let's keep this convoy rolling."
With that, the Marines strode off into the distance, leaving Raynor blushing. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind...a presence he had felt before...
"Hey, wait up!" he cried, hitting the accelerator. Speeding past, he swerved in front of Kerrigan.
"It was you...you were there at the prison break!" Raynor spoke with some speed.
"Yes, I was, why? You planning some kind of payback?" Kerrigan coolly replied.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know..."
"Yeah, 'cos I'm really the kind of girl that goes for the biker type," Kerrigan remarked sarcastically. Unfortunately, this was lost on Raynor.
"Really, because I'm a bit of a biker myself..." he leant back in his seat in an attempt to look effortlessly cool.
"Shut up, will you?" Kerrigan responded, ruthlessly batting Raynor's comment aside. A few Marines in the background whooped childishly.
"Hehe, rejected!" one of them called out. Raynor was only seconds away from pulling out his Flak Pistol.
"No, I kinda like his incessant chatter, it's just that there's a patrol over that bridge, so stow it. Don't worry hun," Kerrigan smiled, placing a hand on Raynor's back. "I find the fact you can't shut your mouth adorable," she cheekily grinned. Raynor looked surprised for a second.
"Oh, and I know what you're thinking and no, not in a million years. When we get back, I'm on top."
Raynor was just sat their gob-smacked. The whooping Marines' jaws almost hit the floor. The Sergeant simply gave a cheeky thumbs-up.

Kerrigan crawled along the bridge, fitting her sniper scope.
"Damn Missile Turrets," she sighed. Fortunately, there was only one guard. Dispatching him, she called on the men.
"Missile Turrets? Why so scared?" the Sergeant was genuinely confused.
"I'm not scared. I just hate them. They're built with very precise targeting sensors. It basically sticks a middle finger up at my cloaking device, if you catch my drift."
"Drift seen and I am glad to report it has been caught, ma'am," the Sergeant saluted jokingly.
"That's sweet, you forgot leave the bad humour in the barracks," Kerrigan replied.
"Christ, time of month?" the Sergeant cheekily added.
"Keep it up, if you want to bleed from that area too."
"I hope your tongue is as sharp as your knife...that was a compliment, by the way"
"Good. Well, be a honey and raze those turrets for me then."
"Ok. Just remember, I'm not your bitch, Raynor is," the Sergeant wryly smiled.
"Hey!" Raynor cried in the background.

Upon dispatching the remnants of the meagre patrol, they continued along the bridge. However, they were stopped in their tracks when they saw a Wraith patrolling overhead.
"How we going to deal with this one?" the Sergeant turned to Kerrigan. "Like, we could probably take it down with concentrated fire or-" the Sergeant began. While he spoke, Kerrigan fitted a small missile to her rifle and aimed into the sky. Firing, she watched it impact on the Wraith, suspending it in mid air.
"You're just a little box of tricks, aren't you?" the Sergeant looked to Kerrigan.
"Of course I am. I read the Karma-Sutra, dontcha know," she replied calmly. Meanwhile, Raynor hung back in his Vulture.
"Just focus on the mission Jim...the mission..."

Finally, they rounded upon the Antigan base.
"Bunkers, Missile Turrets. A bit of everything..." Kerrigan sighed. The Sergeant grinned, cocking his gun.
"Time to do it the old fashioned way, boys!" he grinned inanely, rallying his men. Raynor looked on as the men charged the bunker.
"Bit of a loose cannon, that guy, isn't he?" Kerrigan looked to Raynor.
"Yeah," Raynor replied simply. "Hey, I'm...I'm sorry if I was a bit of a jock earlier," Raynor actually stared at the ground a little.
"Don't worry about it honey. It's normal. Guys out in the field; they're starved of it. It's fun to lead them on a bit too. Then again, I read more than your thoughts. You're a goods guy: strong, independent and with a sense of goddamn justice. You know how rare that is?" Kerrigan spoke softly, scratching a few flecks of dirt off the casing of her gun. Raynor placed a hand on her shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get back into the thick of it," Raynor broke the silence. Kerrigan silently nodded before running in, bellowing commands.

"Grenades! Use some goddamn grenades!" she howled. "Jim, do something about those damn detectors!" she continued. The Sergeant stomped over, almost ignoring the hail of fire directed at his men. Coolly, he strode along and fired into the bunker. One of the Marines dropped dead. Then, without a moment's thought, the Sergeant unclipped a grenade and casually tossed it into the bunker, ripping the remaining men inside apart.
"Rookies," he sneered, reaching Raynor.
"C'mon guys, let's tear this turret a new one!" he cried, firing on the SAM site. The remainder of his squad charged in. Within seconds, thousands of gauss rounds had punctured the surface of the turret, ripping the sensors to pieces. Half a minute later, it was engulfed in flames. Kerrigan then disappeared from sight.
"Should be enough, Jim. Thanks. I'll be back soon. The reinforcements will take out the rest of the bunkers. When the firing starts, help the Antigans. They're in the purple armour.

***

Kerrigan wrenched the cover of the manhole away before descending the ladder. Holding her rifle under her arm, she slid down the rails, stopping abruptly at the bottom.
"Thought your Panic Room would save you, Confederate?" she cackled as she cracked the code.
"It's easier to read your mind for the password when you're scared," she taunted the man. Then, as the door slid open, she cast aside her gun, taking out a broad hunting knife. A single guard ran at her before being ruthlessly
gutted in a swift stroke by the assassin.
As she approached the target, a foul smell rose in her nose and she saw a wet patch of putrid urine form on the man's crotch.
"Yeah. You should be," she balked for a second, before driving the knife through his neck. As she drew the knife away, a short groan ended the man's life as he collapsed to the floor.

"Arcturus...it's done."
"Good, Kerrigan. Now, we witness the start of a new age. The Confederacy will fall. It is simply a matter of time."

Stepping out to a sunset, Kerrigan gave Raynor a tap on his arm
"Hey," Raynor turned around to face the woman. "Seems Duke didn't take too kindly to our coup."
"Never expected him to. I see the men are ready to ship out."
"Always will be, my fair lady," the Sergeant grinned, saluting and then bowing, despite the difficulty of the task whilst in armour.
"Good job Sergeant," Kerrigan nodded in response. With that, he stepped into the Dropship. Kerrigan and Raynor watched on as the ships flew into the sunset.
"It's almost symbolic, isn't it?" Kerrigan sat down, the faintest trace of a smile on her face.
"I...I was just wondering. You want to get a drink, y'know, after we're done here?" Raynor nervously asked.
"I think we both know the answer there...doesn't take a telepath, does it?" Kerrigan replied in an amused tone, spinning the knife around and jamming it back into the top of her boot.
"By the way. Just set the record straight. I'm a third date kinda girl; catch my drift? Some things I can't tell by reading your mind, you see. I need to figure you're genuine."
"Hey, don't worry, I assure you, I'm a consummate gentleman. How does that restaurant on the flagship sound? I hear they do authentic Mar Saran cuisine..."
"I expect no less of you, Marshall," she laughed a little in response. Watching the sunset, they saw the Dropships fly into the distance. They saw the first steps towards destruction of the tyrannical Confederacy.


The battle that took place wiped the entire Confederate attack force out. It was now that the Confederate's tentative grasp on the galaxy would be undone.

It was now, that relationships would be forged that would forever change the galaxy.

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Well, it's becoming quite something this. Now it's hitting the popular list.
En Taro Adun.

Was a bit of an awkward one, since this is kind of a two stage mission, and I'm not spilitting stories. I didn't rush the ending, I just did it like that since it seemed like a better place to end. Also, I was more using this to analyse the start of the relationship between Raynor and Kerrigan. As you may have realised, this is an attempt to re-tell the StarCraft campaigns, but not with a blow by blow account, more look at the effects on a personal level.

I'd like to thank StarCraftChamp for teaching me how to use italics and stuff, they've saved my literate ass here and in other places.

Also, I'd just like to say good bye to DontShoot. It's veterans like him who inspire the newbs as I was once.

Btw, am I newb still? Am I veteran? wtf am I?...*wanders into a corner, mumbling*


I fixed the lines and also made a few VERY minor edits. Enjoy lads.