| Miranda Prime Staging Grounds.
0800 Hours, Local Time
A sizeable base has been established on Miranda Prime, as the CSIS military gathers its rescources for the coming battle ahead. Several marines in their combat suits walk along a perimiter, establuished 300 meters out from the center of the base. The perimiter is made up a small trench and bunker network, with marines and tanks guarding the perimiter.
Inside the Command post, several officers are pondering over a star-map, surrounded by viewscreens of several different high ranking Confederate Admirals and Generals.
"We have established our forward outpost on Miranda Prime. Says General Sikora, the main man inside the command center
"Our SCVs are unloading the equipment, we are preparing Vespene refineries and other basic infastructure to get the spaceports moving."
"Good." Says An admiral.
"A self sustained halfway point to Ulnar is the first step in defeating Irton."
"I agree. Our main base is almost fully constructed, I will provide updates tomorrow morning."
"Good luck gentlemen." Says the General
The viewscreens turn off.
General Sikora walks down a fight of stairs into the main area of the command center, which is full of ore processing equipment, SCV suits, as well as other staging areas and equipment for the Marines.
The General walks down the stairs, which are stuck to the walls of the small garage bay.
He then makes a fast pace walk to the door.
He steps outside
The breeze of the Desert hits him, its dry, and hot.
Not too far off from his home on Mar Sara.
He observes his surroundings, making note of all the hardworking individuals here. He thinks of the coming storm. Everyone is afraid of Irton, what he might do. What he is capable of. Fighting a god seems futile, he thinks. But sitting down and taking it is too.
Some time later.
2200 hours
The base is asleep. The only people awake are those on the defense perimeter on night watch, as well as the command center personnel.
Suddenly, a rumbling can be heard.
It can be felt.
The base quickly goes on alert.
"ZERRG!!!" A marine calls out.
Thousands of Zerglings and Hydralisks descends the mountains in the distance, running after the Confederate base.
The Siege tanks open fire.
Marines rush to the trenches, unleashing gunfire upon the swarm.
The Zerglings approach the trench.
Few make it in.
A Marine private opens fire on them, but its overwhelmed, and a Firebat lights the whole trench on fire
"AAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHH" Screams the marine, out in agony.
A sergeant watches, in horror, at the sight.
The fight dissapates, and two more Zerglings stand there, stunned.
The sergeant racks his rifle, and opens fire.
The sergeant is nearly overwhelmed, and then, his rifle stops.
Click.
Out of ammo.
Then, two rockets whizz by his head, blasting the Zerglings to bits. knocking the Sergeant down.
He turns around, stunned.
A marine holding the rocket launcher, puts it on the ground, and sits down. he starts rocking back and forth.
The sergeant approaches him.
'What unit are you in?"
"Whos in charge here?"
A radio nearby plays a psychadelic guitar solo.
Gunfire and explosions fill the nigh sky.
The Marine, looks at the sergeant, and sits down.
he starts rocking back and fourth.
"Where is the air support?" The sergeant says, noticing the air combat controller insignia on the marines armour.
The Marine stops and points up.
The sergeant looks up, and hanging in the clouds, is a massive, Behemoth Class battlecruiser.
Its lights glowing, lighting up the night.
Suddenly, its guns begin opening fire on the Zerg.
Green and red tracers fill the sky.
Banshees fly over, unleashing swarms of napalm filled missiles.
The Sergeant drops the magazine out of his gun, quickly replacing it with a new one.
He presses the bolt release on his rifle, which causes the bolt to slam forward, chambering a new round.
Weapon is hot.
"RAAAAA" Screams the sergeant, as he squeezes the trigger on his weapon.
The weapon lets off a violent burst of rounds. It's loud. He manages to kill a few Zerglings with his small burst.
A presses a button on the side of his rifle, and a large bayonet deploys from the front of the rifle.
A Zergling lunges at him, and he stabs it with his bayonet, throwing it to the ground.
"Die you son of a bitch."
The Zergling twitching, and he fired a round into its face.
The sergeant is then hit several times with a Hydralisks venomous spikes, he brunt's through pain and the poison and continues fighting. He fights to his last round. When his weapons runs out, he uses his bayonet. After several hours, He finally passes out due to shock and the poison.
Days later.
1200 hours
Staging Point Alpha, Miranda Prime.
The base is in shambles. But it is still there. Dead Humans and Zerg lay everywhere
General Sikora zips up body bags of fallen soldiers.
He comes to one man. A sergeant. He rips the tags off the man's neck. It reads "Sergeant John Piduleski". His rifles bayonet is deployed, covered in Zerg blood. His rifle completely out of ammunition.
The Sikora pulls several Hydralisk spines out of the man's shoulder, abdomen, and legs
The general prays for a brief moment, and zips up the bag.
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