Injury SC:BC Mission 1

[Gmanjudo]

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• Zeb Galada!
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• Marines : 10
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• Vultures : 2
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First Mission!

Conditions:
You have momentarilly set down on a no longer functioning moon base. The terrans have since fled, but generators were left on by a rushed retreat. Oxygen still flows under the huge domes, and artificial light still rains down upon the ground. The map consists of 7 small buildings to the left of an open plane. Other than that it is surrounded by hills of craters.


Begin!
Zeb Galada rallies his forces together. Consisting of 10 marines, and 2 vultures, he groups his men together and get's a feel for his position in the battle. He was radioed the location of a small force of Protoss scouts. 6 Zealots he was informed, and 1 Dragoon as well. He pulls out his Gauss rifle and flips down his visor. A minimap pings into existence on his visor's screen. "Troops let's get ready!" he barks as 7 tiny dots appear on his screen. They will come over the hill soon..

 

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Turn1:

Zeb looks around at the land in front of him. The land had that scared earth smell to it...

"We need to get to those buildings if we are going to surprise our little friends! Move out on the double men, we can't sit here all day! Vultures, you do a quick recon of the compound, make sure no one is sneaking around there! Move it!"

The vultures blaze ahead, leaving a trail of moon dust in the air. "This isn't going to be pretty" said Zeb. His men were anxious to get into the buildings, making them almost move faster, but damn that moon gravity. These weren't green horn marines, but they weren't as hardened as Zeb at 25 years or more in the service that almost didn't exist anymore...

"We're here, sir" said a tough marine.
"Thanks, Dex. You take 4 more and head over to the building across the way. Make sure to stay out of sight, but keep that hill on the (east?) in your scopes, we don't want anyone dying tonight, except those traitor Protoss bastards."

Climbing up stairs in a shabby building, Zeb could only recollect the horrors of the final Earth battle, and the scars on the planet he saw as he left the atmosphere. He'd miss his big blue baby, his only love, but he'll be back one day.

"All clear so far, sir" a voice on the comm said.
"Good work, men. Keep a sharp eye out. Vultures report!((judo controls the report on that kinda thing I'd suppose"))

::End Turn

 

[Gmanjudo]

Turn 1 reaction:

Zebs Marine's turn and get ready to head out. Their power suits flaring with energy. The motorized movements of the legs begin propelling them in a highly organized formation towards the buildings while the long stout bodies of the vultures are already blasting in front of them. Zeb Himself turns and begins running. His minimap pings. The Protoss are getting closer.

"Sir! We all clear up here. Head you're marines in behind our courses."

You bark your orders after the confirmation of the reckon, sending the marines tightly packed into the streets between two of the buildings. Zeb runs in behind them as they form into a defensive formation.

Turn 2 start:

You view your tiny pinging minimap on your visor as the Protoss begin to come over the ridge. Luckily you had moved your men into cover, and the Protoss didn't locate you. their sensors were obviously on low, and/or off. Perfect for a surprise attack, they would never see it coming. Your marines tuck into nooks and get behind cover as a Zealot passes by the street. They are passing by the grouping of buildings.

 

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Turn 2

"Wait for the go on my signal" Zeb whispers into the comm. Almost faintly does he hear the rogers from the other ends.

Zeb waits for the Dragoon to pass by..."ATTACK WITH AL YOU GOT!"

 

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Turn 2 reaction:

A large golden foot plants in front of the street head with a loud mechanical sound. Hydrolics tense as it get's ready to move again. But it doesn't. Another golden foot is placed by the one that just set down.

"Oh shit! It's not passing! Are they examining the structures?"

The marines get their guns up to commence firing. One of them on a top story of a building suddenly cries out in anguish! "GAH!" A fine mist of red fluid begins spraying out of his suit, as a chunk of his mid section falls out off his body. His torso folds in from the weight of his upper suit, and crunches and crackles with electricity. His face in pure horror, 2 ominous green glowing eyes appear out of thin air not attached to a body open in front of his fading face. "No! Dark templa-" is all he got to say into his intercom before another slash cut through his neck and the marine was dead.

Turn 3 start:

The Dragoon is obviously entering the small set of buildings, while a Dark Templar appears to be in your ranks. You glance back at your Minimap and realize that the small clump of buildings is actually surrounded by the grouping. "Damn it!" you yell as you see your Marine count drop one...

 

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Turn 3

Zeb had seen this tactic before. He lost a dear friend to it back on Earth.

"Forget the Dragoon, take out the Templar before we loose anymore! Vultures, secure flank positions and take out any hostiles you can!"

We can't lose more like this...not this time!

 

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Turn 3 reaction:

Your men begin to become frantic once realizing that their is a Templar among them. But thanks to a mixture of stim, andgood old fashioned training they keep their heads. The nearest marine to the fallen allies location raises his Massive gauss rifle and blasts through the air. Ripples from the speed of the bullet reveal a slight warp in his vision. "Bingo!" A templar is hard to spot, but it can be done. He begins firing upon it.

Bullets rip into his shield, exposing him more so to the vision of the marine, but he begins to charge at the poor soldier with vicious intent.

Turn 4 start:
You closely watch your minimap at this point as you see another of your marines engage the Protoss beast. Then another of your friendly dots starts moving to his location. You look up as a massive foot slams by the small alcove you are hiding in. The great golden foot let's off a blueish glow. (shields) now that you are closer to it, it is very much so noticable the immense size of the thing.

"Should I fire?"

Radio's in one of your vultures.

 

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"No, we'll only draw more our way overtime! We might have to vacate after taking down that damned Templar..."

Zeb was worried...there was a skiddish feel in the air that those younger marines put out...

Running out from cover, Zeb and his unit started to make his way towards the marines attacking the Templar...he knew they would need his help...and fast!

"I'm coming for yeh"

 

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Turn reaction:

Zeb realized the importance of the removal of the Templar, and bolted out of cover past the Dragoons leg. He felt heat even through his suit of the large mechanical beast operating above him. "My life for Auir!" a loud mysterious voice arose in his head. He had no idea which way it was coming from. He was used to this though, since the protoss communicated through a telapathic link they would frighten you by transferring their thoughts directly into your head. He then started developing a headache. He was used to this too. Another small trick the protoss had worked up to lower the marines chances of survival, they would attack their brain with telepathic signals. It came on like a migraine, but could be countered by stim packs. He heard the loud battle cries of zealots directly through his brain, while the screams of marines injecting stim came through his intercom.

Turn start

He reached the building with the templar inside, and converged with his other marines inside. Their was mad rattling of gun fire on the floor above.

"What do we do sir?" asked a skittish marine.

"Gah! It's getting frisky out here! we are out!" Yelled a vulture through the com.

There was so much happening at once. Zeb needed stim.

 

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Turn 4

And Stim Zeb got...1.2.3!

"AHRHHHHHHHHHHRRRAAAAAHHHH"

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Pleasure and pain ripped through Zeb's old bones as he fought with more ferocity than he thought even he could muster...Only Earth drugs can be this good...

"DIE SCUM!"

The screams dulled by the rattling of the guns around him, he and his men ALL concentrated their fire on the Templar...He'd fall one way or another...then it would the Dragoon's turn...'uh that metal hell raiser is going down!' thought Zeb through bloodshot eyes...

Nothing like some stim and some gun fighting!

"Vultures, we might be done here, start laying mines around the city, we need to lure that Dragoon around a bit, but keep it on the downlow, I can't lose you two!"

"Roger"

End Turn 4

 

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Turn reaction:

Shots rang with a glorious metal thrash through walls, and hopefully through Protoss flesh. Zeb smiled as the gunshots sung their little song of devastation.

"Will do boss" The crackle came through. Then the Vultures began to lace the surrounding parameters of the little compound with their small but potent spider mines.

"You cannot win little humans! Not to mention, what is the honor of 10 on 1?" A deep voice rang inside Zebs head. But he didn't really care at this point. The drugs were so powerful all he had in mind was the voice to be dead. but suddenly a large crash occurred.

"Wha?" Zeb turned his head to one of the dragoon's feet lodged in the side of the building, and another of his marines crumples underneath it. "Damn it! Protoss 2! Zeb 0!" The corpse of the templar had not shown up, so he had to assume it was still alive.

Turn start:

Already 2 men down Zeb was beginning to become incredibly angry. But luckily outside he heard the gun shot of a vulture.

"Sir, they are onto us!" The vulture pilot rang through his intercom once more. "Haha, they'll drop like flies!"

Another shot fired. "2 down!" the voice continued. "Looking like three! Yeehaa!!" But before another shot was fired, the voice was cut off. If Zeb could have seen what happened, he would have seen the reactors exploding on the back of the large hoverbike, while the pilot blew off the vehicle in a bloody spray. A plasma like substunce burnt away at the remains of the vehicle, and additional vulture began to flee once more. "GAH! The Dragoon is firing on us!" The other bultures voice came in.

2 Zealots down, and 2 marines dead. Not to mention a valuable vulture destroyed.

 

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"Damn!" Zeb yelled as the intercom went silent. There isn't going back from losing one, but there is always taking out the rest of them!

"Templar, what brings you here? Attacking random empty Moon Bases?"

Zeb cared not for a reply...He had bigger fish to fry...

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"Vulture x2, come in. Can you read me? I need more mines layed damnit! Lay more around those reactors...then get out of your Vulture, and hoof it back to the LZ, double time! I want your vulture's mines to have mines on them!"


"Sir, we've got problems here" said a young marine.

Zeb looked at him. He was like any war torn marine except for those dambi eyes that screamed rookie.

"Son, where are you from?"

"Orbital colony Echo1...not much of it left actually..."

"You wanna see land? KEEP FIGHTIN' TO THE END!"

End turn

 

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Turn reaction:

'Buahahaha! You don't know? Pah. There are mineral stores deposited practically 5 feet from where your pathetic machinery stopped drilling." The voice hurt Zeb when it came in contact with him, but once again, he didn't care.

"CHUZZZAH!" A massive explosion crept past all other noise in the marines heads. "WOO!" Came the voice of the second vultures rider. "Confirmed 4 zealot kills!" He shouted through his mic in utter joy. "The buggers ran right into my mine field I set earlier!"

Zeb's expressions lightened as he heard the excellent news. The marines cheered even as they began backing up and blasting at the Dragoon's exposed limbs.

Turn start:

The massive foot sparked and crackled as the bullets hit not it, but it's shields. It made Zeb very angry that he knew he or someone else had already "killed" this Protoss. once they were "killed' they would be teleported to a factory line and planted into these hulking damned machines.

"awaiting additional orders!" Screamed a marine.

 

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"We need to take this out now...MAIN PRIORITY MEN! No wasting time on this one..."

Zeb knew how to take these down, he did it before...'Many times.' Zeb grinned....

"Take it out from behind, the shield generators are there! We need to finish this NOW! It will only get worse if we don't get off this rock!"

Zeb looked around as his men kicked into gear, ducking here, shooting there. You could hear the occasional scream of another Stim being injected. How could they survive without it, he wondered...

'We've got this...' Zeb said, letting things fall into place. He lost his Vultures, but in the long run, it saved him men...

"Ahhh, the old days" he said to whomever and proceeded pummeling the Dragoon with Hell's Fury!

End Turn

 

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Turn reaction:

Your vulture pilot was running by foot back to where you had landed, while you saw the blip of an unidentified protoss unit running in the opposite direction on your minimap. "Damned templar is retreating!" He thought to himself. Now the game was really on. They had to clear this place out before he could get any more Protoss headed this direction.

"from behind you say?" Shouted an amateur marine.

"yeah." Zeb rebutted.

He then saw the marine jump through the hole the Dragoon had created, while it pulled it's leg back out of the damaged old building. and sprinted under it's huge body. He began blasting away at the shield generators, which rapidly shut down.

The bullet's were making real contact now!

Turn start

The shields were down, but you Zeb wasn't clear yet, it had regained it's balance, and would fire soon. He had to move and quick.

 

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"Tackle the bastard! Take him down then keep shooting!"

Zeb's men came out of hiding while the Dragoon was stunned. If they had a chance, it would be this one.

"GO!" they all shouted, running at the almost standing dragoon. Zeb was sure the pilot was as confused as any would be...Terrans tackling a Dragoon like it was good old Earth football...Heck yes! thought Zeb getting wriled up and ready for the imminent destruction of the Dragoon...

"Frank, get your ass over here! We are going to surprise that bastard Templar this time..."

"Got it!"

The men are trying to knock the dragoon down now. Zebs helping...can he do it?...it all played out in his head...

End Turn

 

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Turn Reaction:

The remaining 2 marines all sprinted full speed, with their awesome power suits backing up every movement the began jumping violently out of the building and slamming their bodies into the hulking Protoss unit. Some of them slamming their guns into it's hull when coming in contact. Certainly a tactic no one had ever used before, but thanks to the lack of shields and direct contact it appeared to be working.

The large Unit, shifted with each contact, but never actually fell over. It was obviously disheveled though, for it did not make a movement after that.

"FIRE!" Yelled one of your marines.

Turn Start:

once all had leaped, and "stunned" the Dragoon of sorts they were all on the ground, in a hectic frenzy they began shooting upwards. It managed to start completely mutilating the underbelly of the machine. Huge explosions ensued as the Dragoon started to burst into a gooey flaming pile of junk metals.

 

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"YEA!" a marine screamed. "We aren't outta the clear yet, honky! Get your heads on, Marines...We go hunting for that Templar now!"

Zeb was determined to wreak vengeance on this pretentious Templar, and not let his men die in vain...

"Frank, you almost here?"

"Almost sir, I'm outside the building..."

"Stay there, we're coming to you...We need to get that Templar"

Zeb and his men moved down the stairs, the frenzy of the hunt in their eyes...they knew...the Templar knew...it was a matter of time before the rest of reality knew...

That Templar was dead!

End Turn.

 

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Turn Reaction:

Your group got together, but right as you were initiating a plan, your intercom shut off all communications but one. "Zeb! Leave him be. We will be sending a larger force later. For now you need to return to the Galileo."

Zeb grunts angrily with this message, but accepts that he also has superiors, and waits for the drop ship to arrive.

Mission End!
Congratulations!

Ending Status!
LEVEL UP!
LEVEL UP!
You are currently level 3
You may now command a total of 17 units.

Unit Count!

• Zeb Galada!
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• Marines : 8
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• Civilians: 1

 

Reporting to be closed.

 

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Mission success! Great First round! Lets keep it up!