Mar Sara stood in ruin. Its buildings smoked and charred, lying under mass piles of rock and steel. The sun's face had left this planet for one, more promising. Light polls were bent, blocking roads and crushing what little means of transportation were left. However, there would be no one to use them. Everyone was either dead, dying, gone, or in hiding.
As the clouds of dust finally rested a lone Goliath roamed. It's weapons were nonfunctional from battle...battles...it made no difference. The robot had seen its last days. Its left torso was smashed, if it saw any more action it would simply fall apart. Yet the pilot had no intention of leaving it behind. He, or she had strapped a mettle bar to the side, to make up for the lost weapon. It resembled that of a broken road light, however, the light was missing.
It's, battered yet working, legs lifted and lowered allowing movement, yet it's walk was a clumsy one. Sparks flew off of the right knee as each step was taken. Crumbs and debris fell off of the hunk of mettle they used to call a heavy assault unit. It took another step, but stopped when it heard the creaking of something in the distance. It peered into the distance, hoping to see what it had heard, and hoping to find the opposite of what it expected. Another roar caught it's attention from behind, and a screech from an ally in the west. It's body spun in all directions as more sparks, this time from the right side of the torso, flew into the air.
It turned back to the front and noticed a shadow approaching, a relatively large shadow. As it reached the moonlight it could be confirmed as an Ultralisk. Its two razor sharp Kaiser Blades protruding from its sides. Four trunks stood firm as legs. It was clear that this beast meant plenty of harm.
The Goliath stepped back and the pilot received the warning, "Danger! Danger! Outer hull sustaining minimum damage due to needle spines...Confirmed new target approaching from the west...suspect identified...Zergling. Enemy attack range confirmed, one square foot. Attacker from the south identified, suspect confirmed as Hydralisk. Northern suspect confirmed..."
The systems Tac-Com kept on as the Ultralisk waited. The Goliath began it's retaliation, swinging its torso back toward the attacker, slamming the poll into the Hydra's jaw. The force flung the creature into a nearby wall rendering the beast stunned. The metallic centurion immediately acted on initiative and struck. It thrust its bar into the chest of the Hydralisk, slaughtering it on spot. The Ultralisk struck next, charging the, shattered but persistent, Goliath. He opened his claws wide, then contracted his gigantic diaphragm, bringing the huge blades in with it. The Goliath wasted no time to defend for its life. It pushed its bar out one way, kicking its foot out the other. Both ligaments pushed out and intercepted the large knife like arms in mid way. The Goliath pushed against the arms and lifted itself up. It brought its free leg up then, brought it onto the Ultra's head. The Ultralisk shook it off and continued to squeeze, yet the Goliath kept at it, kicking the beast again and again. Finally the bahemoth let go. Feeling its crushed skull proved the Goliath's point. To the Goliath, however, the point was not met.
The Torasque looked down at the fallen Terran unit. His next plan was to commence. He brought his leg. The Goliath saw this attempt and promptly took evasive action, shoving its bar up toward and through the Ultra's chest. A loud roar was let out, followed by a scream, then...nothing. Slowly the Goliath brought itself up to its knees. Another screech was hollered. The Goliath looked up and saw the Zergling running full speed.
The Goliath twisted it's torso and shifted the wait onto the bar side, lifting itself up from the ground. The Zergling reached its target in less than ten seconds; that was all the time the Goliath needed. Once reaching its feet, the Goliath lifted its leg up and pushed it down, crushing the small beast. Blood launched out of the body as the animal's head cracked, broke, and shattered in between the pavement and the mettle foot. In the end the victor was left alone...to reach its final destination.
And inside the cockpit, a young man sat, hands on the controls, sweat dripping from his face as he activated his head set. "This is Archangel..." he said.
"Zerg presence in this area has been completely wiped out. The last remnants have been...taken care of."
"Can on the chatter Angel-3! We got ourselves a Zerg invasion! With no reinforcements, this place is gonna fall!..." The commander retorted in his rugged southern accent."...Get yer ass in gear and move to Omari Prime! Send word to the general that his best man is about to become chopped liver!"
Archangel's mind went blank...What was going on? Omari prime was thirty miles away! With no ammunition, it was impossible to make it that far. He had the Canister rifle, but how long would that last?
"Move it!" The commander shouted. Archangel shook his head and took one last glimpse of his home town. It was futile to request reinforcements. His HQ had no defenses, what, after having been attacked three times. The SCVs couldn't keep up. Either way...what good is a dead soldier? Archangel wasn't about to be grass fertilizer...if it took leaving the city to keep him alive, that was what he was going to do.
He braced hi controls...and as the moon began its decline, one could see the lone Goliath racing away...far away. But no one could see where it was headed. For no man can see his destiny...not even an Angel.
