100thlurker
12-24-2005, 12:20 AM
I don't know whether I should continue with this starcraft story or to scrap... Id also really like Geckat's and Drawing Blanks opinion on this one, but enough of that heres what I've got so far:
There is the time for crashing steel and hailing death, a time to join the fallen brothers and comrades to the wail of screaming shells. There is also a time to stand over the green hills and rolling plains and breathe in peace of mind. This is the story of a man whom God would lead on a path so narrow, yet so wide. His name is Lantash the Star-Brow. His life and legend are the only reasons why the Lyran Alliance, against all odds, staggered to its feet and was declared and still is winner of the Koprulu sector…
Lantash tentatively peeked around the ancient trees massive girth and stared into the clearing. There a wounded creature grazed the scarce grasses, completely unaware of the presence that was watching it’s every move. The deer like creature lifted its head and scanned the tree line. Surely there was something there, watching, and waiting? Lantash slowly brought the gunpowder based firearm to his shoulder and drew his sights...
Meanwhile, halfway across the hemisphere of the lowly backwater Dominion planet the brewing storms were gathering. A human flattened itself against a Flinras tree. His sickle claw moved in a constant cicle. He looked almost completely human except for those wretched blood red eyes that stole ones sole to the inexplicable whisper of a sentient mass so powerful. A sickle shaped claw protruded from its right arm, and two scythe blades mounted onto two nimble limbs could pop out of its back to impale whatever unfortunate creature is saw fit to kill. Finally, after 20 years of planning and plotting he could finally enact the overmind’s plan! The Last Narsil egg, a species terribly related to the dragon and bird. With one final stroke the Zerg would rain supreme of all species. The twisted creature jerked his head back to the smell of... yes his quarry. He soon snarled, “Into the bushes you maggots!” Behind the shell of a man the squad of Dominion Ghosts slipped into the dense foliage and seemed to disappear. Their wetsuit like amour blended the wearers into their environment. His enhanced vision pierced the fog like sword and sighted the man like shape that seemed to dance instead of walk. Yes, this new race that had introduced themselves were like the terrans. They were more graceful, powerful, and deadly. The creature in question came into focus and revealed what looked like a human women, only far more beautiful and had ears that ended in sharp points. She constantly looked at something she had tied to her belt. As if reassuring herself that it was still their. Nervously she continued on.
She nearly passed by them when she halted. She seemed to stare straight through the massive tree in between her vision and the malicious presence that seemed to poison the air itself. C-10 canister fifle rounds winged through the air and blood seemed to burst out of thin air. The elf like women shrieked in pain as her escorts landed in a pool of blood. She seemed to meld with the air and fade. The infested terran snarled and launched itself out of its hiding spot. Climbing onto a small hill overlooking the woods he felt the slight mental connection between him and some of the ghosts explode with pain. The malformed creature whirled in the direction of the episode of pain and using his psionic power sent the trees bursting into flames. He caught a glimpse of the mental aura of the creature when several more of the ghosts died at the hands of a force that none of their equipment or mental conditioning could detect.
There is the time for crashing steel and hailing death, a time to join the fallen brothers and comrades to the wail of screaming shells. There is also a time to stand over the green hills and rolling plains and breathe in peace of mind. This is the story of a man whom God would lead on a path so narrow, yet so wide. His name is Lantash the Star-Brow. His life and legend are the only reasons why the Lyran Alliance, against all odds, staggered to its feet and was declared and still is winner of the Koprulu sector…
Lantash tentatively peeked around the ancient trees massive girth and stared into the clearing. There a wounded creature grazed the scarce grasses, completely unaware of the presence that was watching it’s every move. The deer like creature lifted its head and scanned the tree line. Surely there was something there, watching, and waiting? Lantash slowly brought the gunpowder based firearm to his shoulder and drew his sights...
Meanwhile, halfway across the hemisphere of the lowly backwater Dominion planet the brewing storms were gathering. A human flattened itself against a Flinras tree. His sickle claw moved in a constant cicle. He looked almost completely human except for those wretched blood red eyes that stole ones sole to the inexplicable whisper of a sentient mass so powerful. A sickle shaped claw protruded from its right arm, and two scythe blades mounted onto two nimble limbs could pop out of its back to impale whatever unfortunate creature is saw fit to kill. Finally, after 20 years of planning and plotting he could finally enact the overmind’s plan! The Last Narsil egg, a species terribly related to the dragon and bird. With one final stroke the Zerg would rain supreme of all species. The twisted creature jerked his head back to the smell of... yes his quarry. He soon snarled, “Into the bushes you maggots!” Behind the shell of a man the squad of Dominion Ghosts slipped into the dense foliage and seemed to disappear. Their wetsuit like amour blended the wearers into their environment. His enhanced vision pierced the fog like sword and sighted the man like shape that seemed to dance instead of walk. Yes, this new race that had introduced themselves were like the terrans. They were more graceful, powerful, and deadly. The creature in question came into focus and revealed what looked like a human women, only far more beautiful and had ears that ended in sharp points. She constantly looked at something she had tied to her belt. As if reassuring herself that it was still their. Nervously she continued on.
She nearly passed by them when she halted. She seemed to stare straight through the massive tree in between her vision and the malicious presence that seemed to poison the air itself. C-10 canister fifle rounds winged through the air and blood seemed to burst out of thin air. The elf like women shrieked in pain as her escorts landed in a pool of blood. She seemed to meld with the air and fade. The infested terran snarled and launched itself out of its hiding spot. Climbing onto a small hill overlooking the woods he felt the slight mental connection between him and some of the ghosts explode with pain. The malformed creature whirled in the direction of the episode of pain and using his psionic power sent the trees bursting into flames. He caught a glimpse of the mental aura of the creature when several more of the ghosts died at the hands of a force that none of their equipment or mental conditioning could detect.