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Close Encounters	By : Sablemane Category: +S through Z > Starcraft Views: 4617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The tiny contingent had awoken that morning with no clue what awaited them outside the bunker. Quick coffee, some groggy rubbing of the eyes, a weary sigh or two and they all clumped outside the doors to stare up into the greenish void of sky. The alien world was unwelcoming, but no one had expected otherwise. Five marines and the medic, each convicted and sentenced to likely death on a far world that held some vague interest for the Terran homeworld. By now it was only a matter of time.
  Unfortunately, that time happened to be about an hour. They hit as the sun rose, banelings that threw their bodies at the bunker, splashing the squad with acid and eroding their protection as carelessly as snuffing out a candle. Zerglings threw themselves against the weakened door as hydralisks shot through the firing slits. Lance Corporal Kastanias ok'd Ilani and Suzek for stimpak use to help hold back the tide as she desperately tried to triage Preston. He'd taken a few spikes to the chestplate and was leaking a mix of blood and hydraulic fluid making the bunker floor a hazard, but was still firing into the onslaught. Hughes had already gone down, too stupid to use his visor so he'd taken a spike through the eye. Every additional marine that went down lessened their chances by too large a margin. "KEEP FIRING YOU VALIANT BASTARD," she screamed over the cacophony of four gauss rifles, keeping Preston propped up with her shoulder. Behind her, Maxwell screamed something about the door milliseconds before the Lance Corporal heard the loudest thing she'd ever heard, the bunker door coming off of its hinges and flying at her full speed. It hit like a freight train on a stimpak, crushing her in her power armor beneath it. Zerglings poured in and began to rend and tear and pierce her squad. She could only see half the room but that was enough to watch Preston's final burst of fire before he too was ended in the savage jaws of the swarm. So many Zerglings had piled into the tiny bunker that they had begun to stand on the door, their weight combined crushing her. She gasped for breath, drawing their attention. Panic struck, she began to scrabble at the floor, trying to pull herself out but there was no helping it. Black began to creep into the edges of her vision, her lungs struggling to expand against the crush of her metal cage. The last thing she heard besides her own thunderous pulse in her ears before she passed out was a deep energy like thrum.

   Outside the tiny Terran outpost, zealots 'unsheathed' their psyblades. The light and atmosphere cutting sound drew the attention of the Zerglings away from the dying medic and they streamed out of the bunker like water. Mutalisks brought up the rear of the assault and began firing on the ground bound zealots who were already tangling with hydralisks, cutting through their ranks easily. Dragoons galloped to the rescue, riddling the mutalisks' wings with holes so that they dropped to the deck with sick wet splats. The zealot detachment lost no one as they waded through the zergling tide, they were too smart and too well shielded for the flimsy animals to make any dent. Soon the air was clouded with the stench of dead and cauterized zergflesh. The fervor among the zealots settled and they began to inspect the area, finding it to be of little consequence. Just an attack on some unprepared Terrans. A curious drone looking for resources hovered inside the building, removing some of the wreckage with its tractor beam to find a prone medic. Being unequipped to evaluate lifeforms, the drone signaled for help. A zealot or two wandered in and began to check the bodies. The pile of zerg outside had proven they had put up quite a fight. Wordlessly, one seemed to pointedly come over and assist the other. They stared at the Terran for a few long moments before one rose from its knees and picked her up. Large pieces of armor fell away, only partially remaining intact, just enough for the failsafes to be keeping her alive. The zealot carried her out to his squad, where they all stood and looked at the medic as if coming to a consensus on whether or not they should do anything about this one remaining survivor. Some walked away, disinterested, while others looked puzzled at the concept. Some conclusion must have been reached since hours later she was back at the nearby Protoss nexus being held in stasis. A stay of execution perhaps.


Kastanias awoke in a pyramid of gold and glass unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She had been contained on a dropship in cold metal, she had been wedged in the bunker with her squad, but she had never been near something so fancy. Outside there were more pyramids, more angular architecture unknown to her eyes. Her attempt to move to the glass for a closer look brought to her attention the state of her power armor. Crumbling was almost too nice a word for it, the legs were intact but unpowered and her chestpiece was half gone, only the housing for her life support and killswitch systems were intact. Shoulders gone, shield gone.. Was this fancy place just another prison after all?
The zealot watched as the human came to terms with her current situation. He was not far away, just standing off some so as not to startle her. He approached with caution in her peripheral vision.

Kastanias whipped around, or tried to in her mishmash of metal armor. The alien reached the glass, just staring. Why was he staring? Probably because.. he didn't have a mouth. Actually she couldn't even definitively tell if it was a 'he'. Fear set in. She was trapped in here, just like in the bunker. Everything in this place was too sterile, too beautiful. Kastanias took hold of the closest piece of materia in the pyramid and heaved it free with her augmented might, then began wailing on the glass with it like a maddened gorilla, panting and sobbing about being trapped. Sweat and tears rolled down her face as she clenched her eyes shut. She put all her remaining strength into it, if she could just break this damn glass she could be free..
She felt a calm like a warm wave drift invasively over her limbs. Opening her eyes slowly she noticed the shade.. There he was, bent down a little to look her in the eyes. His eyes were wide and she realized it was him, exerting himself over her physically without even being in the same room. Eyes locked, finally, she heard his voice. Just soft noise at first, but then, assertively..

"Stop."
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