Thread: StarCraft Rewritten (Selo and Razer)

The commander looked around him, nodding his head. They were doing good. Great even. They were starting to beat back the wave of zerg. Just as he was about to shout out more words of encouragement, another hole was busted in the wall. He turned and saw an Ultralisk. He couldn't believe it. Now they were being attacked from both sides. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly started to back up. Ultra! Six 'o' clock! The transition and division of fire was seamless. But a house divided could not stand. The commander knew this. He tapped his helmet, patting the shoulder of another marine. Time to call it in boys. Give them hell! The civilians were in sheer panic now, or rather what was left of them. They had been acting as cannon fodder. When he looked back to the wall to see how his sharpshooters were doing, he roared out in anger. He had turned just in time to see the first get decapitated. The other five turned, the closest one stammering and stuttering in horror. The four who were farther away managed to swallow their fear as they'd been told. Mikey! We're gonna die anyways. The closest couldn't help it, he jumped, right into the horde of incoming Zerglings. A few moments of screaming was all that was heard before he fell silent. The other sharpshooters narrowed their eyes, anger overtaking their forced-back fear. One of them actually charged at the creature, this, this thing that killed two of his friends. You fucking bug! Rounds from their rifles followed the one soldier charging at Kerrigan. Back on the ground, the commander nodded, watching one jump off the wall. Three left. Hopefully they'd do some damage. All of these soldiers were going to die. Command wasn't sending any back-up, they'd left them to die just like the last time. Bastards. As he turned, helping his boys rain destruction upon the incoming enemy, he activated his radio. Red alert has just gone Topaz. Topaz damnit! I want a full self destruct of this base! We cannot let these bugs hit the bunker! The man in the radio room looked shocked, looking to his partner, and then back to the control pad. Are you sure sir? The command yelled into the mic, smashing the stock of his rifle against a Zergling. God damnit soldier! I'm sure! High command ain't comin' for us and I don't want my boys to die like this! I want them to go out with a bang goddamnit! Now activate the self destruct! The radio man jumped out of his seat, his partner following him to a control panel near the back of the room. It would take a little bit to activate. The commander knew this. Oi, boys, we got help on the way! We need to hold the radio tower for approximately 30 seconds! The marines nodded, starting to move out, forcing the zerg back once more. They even took a few pot-shots at the winged figure on the wall, now fighting purely out of defiance and anger. The radio men underground were just finishing up the self destruct sequence. With a final, synchronized turn of the key, a voice rang out across the base. Self destruct in T-15 seconds. The commander stopped, turning around to look at the winged figure. His visor cleared, giving her full view of his face, which was smiling at her. Then, he started to laugh. You lose, you winged, zerg fucker!