[Brultze]

Hey guys just wanted to post this here. It's a fanfiction one of my friends made. Without further ado, pls enjoy

“Ghost”

As I hurriedly rushed down the main corridor of the Starship Leviathan, I pondered on how long our Durasteel hull had left until the huge Behemoth-Class Battlecruiser exploded in a fiery hell. Worried soldiers shoved their way past me towards the few remaining escape pods, Banshee pilots with their faces stricken with terror, petrified guards fearing only for their own lives, even my once-respected Captain. The horrified screams were almost unbearable.

Slinging my C-10 Canister Sniper Rifle across my battered back, I skidded to a halt and waited for the bridge door to slide open. Trying hard to stay calm, I walked onto the already half-demolished control room. The few remaining terminal controllers were working furiously to keep the ship stable or to fire super-heated plasma bolts at the steadily advancing Protoss fleet.

Quickly saluting the fleet Admiral, I questioned him on what I needed to do.

“Son, we cannot win this battle. They are just too strong and too numerous.”

“Sir, what can I do about this? I’m just a Ghost.” I replied, not daring to give suggestions.

“As starters, you can get off this ship. Remember, you’re not just any Ghost, you are Lieutenant Savvel Duran.”

“But sir, what are you going to do? You can’t just stay here!”

“A captain always goes down with his ship. I do not intend to break that rule now. You are dismissed.”

Saluting, I turned around and sprinted towards the starboard section of the ship, where the escape pods were located. I hoped it wasn’t already blown off by Phoenix anti-air frigates in their bypasses.

Pushing open the door labeled “Escape Pods”, I frantically searched in hopes of there being a leftover pod. As always with the last to leave the ship, there was one escape pod left. Slightly damaged, but nonetheless in working condition.

Sliding in, I noticed a few Marines yelling “Wait! Wait for us!” just directly behind me. Restraining myself from clicking open the glass seal and pressing “Launch”, I quickly helped them in.

One of the new entries stared at me quizzically and whispered “Thanks dude, we owe you one.”

“Oh no problem man, couldn’t bring myself to kill a few of you guys. Besides, I’m going to need some company on the way out eh?”

Beep. Another Marine ejected us out of the battered and bruised Starship Leviathan, leaving anyone else still stuck in there to the Protoss.

I jerked my head back to look at the Behemoth-Class Battlecruiser that was once my mobile command station. A huge red ball was forming at the tip of the humpback-shaped Battlecruiser, indicating that it was charging a last Yamato Gun to fire at the nearest Protoss Carrier. An arrow shaped bolt of death flew towards the huge, now-unshielded ship.

As the Carrier exploded in a ball of blue flame, I quickly noted a small, E-shaped wing flying towards the bridge of the Leviathan. The Battlecruisers’ bridge instantly erupted into flames, and the ship rolled towards the right. More flying terrorists rammed into the lightly armored lower hull of the Battlecruiser, and soon the whole ship was exploding in multiple weak spots through the Durasteel.

One of the marines was pointing forward, staring into space. Looking out and squinting, I saw a massive fleet of mutated, assimilated organisms in the distance.

The Zerg had arrived.