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The Ending Wars: Chapter 1Prologue
The peace that had been once found between the Terran and the Protoss is now over. Many of the Templar in Aiur’s high council were very upset with the alliance, with the seemingly foolish and primitive Terran. After a few centuries of peace, the Templar began to scorn the technologically primitive Terran and their foolish use of machines over the much more versatile and powerful psionic energies, stored within the mind, there for all who cared to harness them.
Once this feeling dawned on them the Templar in the High Council immediately terminated the alliance, but they chose not to tell the Terran. However, many Protoss were opposed to the destruction of this alliance that had been since even before the war hero Fenix had fallen to the overwhelming tide of the Zerg. It was these Protoss, who were opposed to the end of the alliance that chose to come over to aid the humans, and it was these who told them of the flaw in the Protoss’s atmospherical detection systems, they also warned them of the Protoss’s plans to attack the new human capital world New-Earth, for Earth had long been annihilated by the Zerg.
So, when the Protoss sent their capital ships to destroy, the, what was thought to be, ill defended planet, the Terran were more than a match for them. Using the new found ability of Recall, granted to them by a few of the renegade Protoss the Terran brought in a fleet more than twice the size of the Protoss’s fleet. The Protoss were overwhelmed, in moments the battle was won with few losses to the Terran themselves. Now, once word of this reached the High Council they immediately declared total war upon the Terran and vowed to destroy them, no matter how many Protoss had to die.
Now by this time the renegades had given the Terran all the information they could, the location of Aiur, it’s climate, a detailed map of the world, including major cities, the location of the High Council, production facilities and many of the Protoss’s fleets. Whereas the Protoss really knew very little about the planets the Terran governed and where they had expanded. This gave the Terran the edge they would need to begin their attack on the protoss home world of Aiur. The day that would have been August, 27th, 4061, was declared a national holiday, the invasion had begun…
Chapter 1
Julian stood still as he felt the drop ships engines flared up beneath him. He began to get that feeling is his gut, that feeling of nervousness. He knew they were no longer simply coasting along on the secondary engine’s minimal power; they were now entering the atmosphere of Aiur. For, if they stayed in Aiur’s atmosphere too long, the numerous psionic pulses, which periodically flared up in the area, would detect them, and the information would instantly be transmitted to the mind of one of the High Council’s Templar.
To break through the defense systems like this had required years of research, even with the renegade’s information, on just this single specific area, to determine the time in which it would be safe to pass through. The men on the Vessels had had to figure out the patterns in which these flares occurred, figure if there even was a pattern. This was not a simple task. However, with their Aiur being constantly raided by small bands of Zerg (mostly launched from the nearby Garm Brood), it was easy to stay near Aiur (not too near though) and conduct the research.
Now, though, the time for researching and experimenting was over. Now was the time that really counted, the time for action that had been waited upon for years now. All the citizens of Earth, quietly hoping, praying that they would not fail, that their brave soldiers, who had fought valiantly through so many wars, would be able to fight valiantly through one more.
However, Julian’s mind rested not on the people on new Earth, nor the colonies in the Korprulu sector, nor even all the other officers and soldiers who were waiting for him, to do one simple thing, before the fleet was able to attack, and the full scale invasion begin. Now as Julian watched looking out towards the ever-nearing Aiur it hit him, the fate of the human race was all depending upon him, one simple man, with one simple task. He must not fail, he could not fail, and otherwise all would be over.
Just as his mind was pondering this immense responsibility and realizing just how immense it really was and how many people were depending on him. He felt a slight jolt, followed by another, another, another. We must have landed Julian thought, for while thinking to himself he had strayed down to the other end of the ship. As he quickly jogged back up, thinking that soon the door would open, the ramp would emerge, and he would descend into the jungle world below. But as he neared the window he knew he had thought wrong, there was no ground below them, and they were still speeding down towards Aiur, which loomed ever nearer.
Just as he realized this he heard the cockpit door slide open behind him, connecting with the door jam on the other side with a metallic clang. Julian spun around, wondering why the pilot wasn’t doing his job. Soon he was answered.
“Sir, we’ve got a breakdown in the power room. The main power generators were damaged during take off, or they were never properly repaired to begin with, but when we picked up full cruising speed, it just couldn’t take it. I’m gonna have to switch to the secondary power, we won’t get as much speed, but we should be able to get out safely.”
Julian wasn’t exactly sure whether to yell at the guy, tell him to go back and pilot or what, so he simply just turned away and with a motion of his hand told the pilot to go back to the cockpit. Julian strolled up the ship and look out the forward window…
“OH SHIT,” yelled Julian as he looked out behind them. Out where the atmosphere began to form he saw, well he wasn’t exactly sure what he saw, but he could guess what they were. They were little blue, explosions, but they were perfect ovals, and with each explosion came a sonic boom, and as they did Julian wouldn’t’ve been surprised if his ears exploded.
By now he was at the cockpit door, and was punching in the combo. The door slid open easily. Julian rushed in and the pilot turned around.
“Sir,” said the private, in a questioning tone of voice
“Private, can the main generators still come online,” when the private didn’t answer Julian resorted to his usual mode of talking “WELL, can they?”
“I think they could come back on, but then we’d run the risk of the ship short-circuiting, and we’d just float out here until the iso-coating wore off and we burn up.”
“WELL JUST DO IT,” said Julian, “WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”
As Julian left the room, the pilot waited a few moments, then with a quivering hand reached out, toggled the switch from off to on, and fired up the engines.
Julian felt the jolt and rushed to the rear window. The pulses were growing nearer with every second; soon they would be upon them. Julian was willing the ship to accelerate, to go faster and as he did the ship began to pull away from the pulses that had before been only a yard away… two yards… three. Though Julian knew that it had not been he that had made the ship accelerate, it had been the pilot; but he still had to crack a smile at the thought.
Julian resumed his position by the front window, watching, as Aiur grew nearer. He wondered though, why would they drop him so far from the objective? He had so far to travel and the only way he could do it was on foot, unless he was to steal one of the protoss vehicles, which was highly unlikely. Although, Julian thought, he had gone through that one training simulation on how to fly a protoss corsair. That had probably been pretty accurate considering the briefing came from two of the best (or, at least, they claimed to be the best) corsair pilots on all of Aiur. He certainly hoped that was true, and that they’d given him an adequate briefing, because he certainly didn’t plan to walk eight New Earth miles, or forty million feet, either.
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