Firis
Amateur Human
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Cloudy Day [Starcraft Fan Fiction]
PFC Johas lifted his visor to smoke a cigarette, revealing his scarred and rugged features, his brown eyes and scruffy face and sliced nose. He lit the cigarette, and inhaled slowly, watching the Mar Sara sunset, sand blew in his face as he laid against the wall of Supply Depot Serial #8756. He thought slowly of his life thus far is the Corps, the good: Cheap nights in Mar Sara motels with easy girls, patrolling in buggies, shooting wild Rhynadon. The Bad: Lashes, away from his mother, crap food. The ugly: Putting downing rioters, impending invasion... He made his way over to Barracks to bunk for the night, when the alarms rang. Johas ran towards the forward trench, just in front of the forward three Bunkers, he took place next to his friend Tyrone and a new recruit, Gauss rifles at the ready he leaned over to his friend; "Psst, Tyrone, what is going on man?" he asked to which Tyrone replied "The Zerg are rushing us, sensors kicked off 22 Zerglings and and 8 Hydralisks, who knows what Air Support." Johas frowned, Lieutenant Dane came over the speaker and told them all exactly what Tyrone said plus more: "... However, we have eleven men in the trenches plus twelve manning the Bunkers, we can make it if everyone keeps at it."
The Zerg march rumbled the already cracked ground under their feet, all the soldiers stiffened, some whimpered, some prayed, some laughed maniacally, Johas did all three. "Fire!" the Sergeant yelled, the sound of over a dozen rifles riddled his ear drums, the power of the Gauss rifle in his hands shook his bones and flung dirt in his face. Bullets ripped apart the Zerglings charging ahead, three or four fell near instantly, the rest soon followed suit until the Overlords showed themselves, backed with around 9 Mutalisks, the 5 Overlords dropped off a wave of Hydralisks almost directly into the trench, it was a slaughter, their flaps opened and they shot impaling spikes into some of the men in the trench, the bunkers shot down three Mutalisks quickly then shifted fire to the Hydralisks, Johas didn't wait the the retreat order, he ran from the trenches shooting all the way, he saw Tyrone attempt to escape the trench only to be beheaded by a Hydralisk, terror and sadness pierced his heart as his fellow soldiers fled, only four made it, those in the bunkers stood ground, semi-safe from the enemy, several Hydralisks fell, but one bunker was crippled while two were destroyed, the Marines and those in the bunker began to fend off the remaining five Hydras, shooting them down with only one more casualty. Johas was badly injured and blood poured from a stab wound in his shoulder, they retreated to the barracks for medical care. The day was done but the Nightmare was far from over.
PFC Johas lifted his visor to smoke a cigarette, revealing his scarred and rugged features, his brown eyes and scruffy face and sliced nose. He lit the cigarette, and inhaled slowly, watching the Mar Sara sunset, sand blew in his face as he laid against the wall of Supply Depot Serial #8756. He thought slowly of his life thus far is the Corps, the good: Cheap nights in Mar Sara motels with easy girls, patrolling in buggies, shooting wild Rhynadon. The Bad: Lashes, away from his mother, crap food. The ugly: Putting downing rioters, impending invasion... He made his way over to Barracks to bunk for the night, when the alarms rang. Johas ran towards the forward trench, just in front of the forward three Bunkers, he took place next to his friend Tyrone and a new recruit, Gauss rifles at the ready he leaned over to his friend; "Psst, Tyrone, what is going on man?" he asked to which Tyrone replied "The Zerg are rushing us, sensors kicked off 22 Zerglings and and 8 Hydralisks, who knows what Air Support." Johas frowned, Lieutenant Dane came over the speaker and told them all exactly what Tyrone said plus more: "... However, we have eleven men in the trenches plus twelve manning the Bunkers, we can make it if everyone keeps at it."
The Zerg march rumbled the already cracked ground under their feet, all the soldiers stiffened, some whimpered, some prayed, some laughed maniacally, Johas did all three. "Fire!" the Sergeant yelled, the sound of over a dozen rifles riddled his ear drums, the power of the Gauss rifle in his hands shook his bones and flung dirt in his face. Bullets ripped apart the Zerglings charging ahead, three or four fell near instantly, the rest soon followed suit until the Overlords showed themselves, backed with around 9 Mutalisks, the 5 Overlords dropped off a wave of Hydralisks almost directly into the trench, it was a slaughter, their flaps opened and they shot impaling spikes into some of the men in the trench, the bunkers shot down three Mutalisks quickly then shifted fire to the Hydralisks, Johas didn't wait the the retreat order, he ran from the trenches shooting all the way, he saw Tyrone attempt to escape the trench only to be beheaded by a Hydralisk, terror and sadness pierced his heart as his fellow soldiers fled, only four made it, those in the bunkers stood ground, semi-safe from the enemy, several Hydralisks fell, but one bunker was crippled while two were destroyed, the Marines and those in the bunker began to fend off the remaining five Hydras, shooting them down with only one more casualty. Johas was badly injured and blood poured from a stab wound in his shoulder, they retreated to the barracks for medical care. The day was done but the Nightmare was far from over.