History Story

In my days of Starcraft and Broodwar, the waiting for the game drove me insane.  To take some time off, back in 1997 I wrote this story. Enjoy:

Green substance leaked under the door. With a burst of plasmatic energy, the steel door flew off its hinges. A shadowy figure, about six feet with a muscular build, walks toward the flickering street light. " For once... " He murmured, " Those things didn't get the best of me”. The plasma cartridge hits the garbage-ridden sidewalk and he walked away.

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 " The Zerg colonies are on a decline, recent reports show, " General LeBrec says, during his board meeting.

 " But the Protoss, " said Admiral Armstrong, " They are gaining in numbers as we speak, "

 " Nothing a battle cruiser or two couldn’t take care of, "

 " But your wrong General, they have moved in on Alpha Centari, Gamma IV, and even Earth. Our finest squadrons couldn’t defeat them."

 " Maybe we should call the UTF, "

 " UTF? "

 " United Terrain Federation "

 " Do we have any other options? "

 " Sorry sir, none of yet, "

 " Very well, call for them, I want to speak with their Admiral A.S.A.P., dismissed ". The Admiral's chair clashes to the floor and he stormed out of the room.

The mysterious man, now planets away from the incident, was at the bar in the docking station. The televiewer was broadcasting an old boxing match. A loud high-pitched noise projected from the televiewer, a blurred screen with a pale man suddenly appeared. He said " We need help... too many of them... on earth... help hurry ". A large blast of plasmatic energy hit the man and blood covered the camera it was broadcasted on, causing the screen to go all red. The bartender turned around to ask the man if he wanted anything else, but he was gone.

" Earth is now becoming a garbage scow, because of the protoss invasion, but had been improving in the last few star years. My question to you general, is why in hell do the Protoss want it? " said Admiral Armstrong.

 " They could be claiming land maybe, or taking it before the Zerg do " General LeBrec replies.

 " Did you get hold of the UTF? "

 " The UTF is looking for a man code-named SilentDevil, but after they find him, they will reply to you ".

 " Where is this SilentDevil? ".

 " Last seen on Earth ".

 " How long ago General? "

 " Approximately a week or two ago".

 " Damn, too long ".

" Maybe we can send Kether, out newest spy, he is expendable ".

 " Ok, do it, send him to Earth "

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 " Kether! " General LeBrec shouted in the barracks " Kether! "

 " Uhh, yes sir? " murmured the tall, dark eyed man.

 " We have a job for you, to find a man code-named SilentDevil, he’s on Earth, since he is the only human on Earth you can't miss him ".

 " Hmmmm.... I guess so sir. "

 " Get on the drop ship, you are leaving right now! "

 " But General I - "

 “ No buts about it, you're going. Dismissed! "

Kether's trip to Earth was a rough one, experiencing the turbulence from the multi-layered shield the Protoss put up, but allowed in because they were disguised as a prisoner ship. The world looked perfectly green except for the dark gray blemish, like a large protossian tower. The small slave ship emerged from the drop ship and entered the docking sequence. " How did I get myself into this?" Kether said into his micro recorder, implanted into his chest. The planet is infested with large blue things, appear to be moving and looks like there is 3 or 4 colonies, and what looks to be a part of a large rundown city, maybe Los Angeles or New York City. " Ohhh shi- " what seems to be the docking bay, actually is the airfield of the Protossian army and the large blue aliens armed to the teeth with weapons approach the slave ship.

Kether, impounded lie in a dark cave in the Protossian tower. "Where am I? " he asks himself out loud." A voice that seems to be with in the cave walls " You're in the slave pits ". It hisses.

 " Where is that? "

 " Under the temple grounds ".

 " Who are you? "

 " I am Sha'varar, Cerebrate of the Overmind " And you human? "

 " I Kether, 2^nd Lieutenant of The Wild Cards. My specialty is Black Op."

 Sha'varar slithers closer to Kether. He has no feet, and sort of looks like a large green alien, three times the size of and normal human.

 " I hope you are as clever as you are strong, we need creatures like you." He hisses.

 "We?"

 "We, the prisoners of this pkat’ah have banded together to overthrow the protoss scum. Will you join us?"

 " Anything to get out of here " Kether replies.

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               The Protossian alarm goes off, but not it the slave pits; it was a breach in security on the eastern wall. The mysterious man, leading a charge with a large brigade behind him and anger in his eyes. " Kill them all! " he screamed. A few large plasmatic mortar shells hit the temple wall and blow a hole the size or a small battle cruiser. " Through there! "He shouts again. The small group charges in and entered the temple area. The man fired off both cartridges in his plasma rifles, killing any Protoss in sight.  The slave pits are in there, " a woman rebel says. " Then lets go! " Said the man as he shot off the head of the protossian psychic.  A small group runs down the large winding steps to the slave pits and meet up with their lost comrades, along with a few other people.

 " Free them all? " the woman asks.

 The man ponders for a minute and replies " Yes Gold-Blade, free them all."

 She shouts so everyone in the pits can hear her, even the guards " Free the prisoners!! Hurry up!!"

 The man starts realizing the slaves when he notices in one corner of the pits, a group of Zerg and a tall gaunt, and figure of a man. " What the hell, " he says. He quietly cocks his smaller gun behind his back.

 " Don't shoot, damn you! " Kether cries, " we're unarmed!! "

 " That's not it, "

 " What is it then? " Kether notices some Protossian guards coming down the stairs and approaching the back of the man, " Watch out! " Kether charges the man and pushes him away from the line of fire. " Who are you? " Kether asks.

 " I’m SilentDevil, and watch your own back sometimes. " He pulls his cocked pistol and shoots the approaching Protoss. " And who are you? " Silent Devil asks.

 " I'm Kether, " Kether replies as they both get up. " You know the UTF is looking for you? "

 " Yep "

 " And the Quasi Terran Affiliation?"

 " This is the wrong place to talk, so lets go! " Silent Devil replies.

               The now larger group runs up the stairs quickly and runs towards the hole in the wall, firing at numerous Protossian guards. The group is making the way for the drop ship with Protoss chasing and shouting. Kether turns to fire at the Protoss and slowing their attempts of stopping the group of mercenaries, but a sniper shot Kether and he hit the hard dirt surface bleeding. Silent Devil who was trailing the group scooped Kether up and placed him aboard the drop ship. " Are you OK? " Silent asks. There was no reply. " Kether! " There was no reply again. Gold-Blade walks toward Silent, and says to him " He’s been poisoned but he still has a pulse and his heart is still moving.  He's probably a coma maybe. "

" He'll get better... I hope "

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Silent Devil entered the meeting room of the Quasi Terran Affiliation. " It’s been ten years Admiral Armstrong. And I feel that it is time for me and my comrades to break away from this organization. I have been taking yours order ten years too long and look where it got us. Nowhere. Its time to do things my way." With that he strolled out of the room, where he meets up with Gold-Blade who escorts him to the Med. Ward.  

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" He moved, " the doctor said to Silent Devil.

 " Good tell me when he has wakes. "

 An hour or two passed and Kether has now fully recovered. " Where am I? " He asked.

 " You're on the Battle Cruiser, Defiance and you’re in the Med. Ward. It’s been ten years."

 " That long, it only felt like hours. That Protoss are going to die. Slowly, one by one."