Your everyday average gamer. Wore glasses, had a hideously high typing speed,
and could memorize weapon types and names from any FPS you chose.

His name was Matthew Kerralls, and he was StarCraft God.
He had beaten every single player mission with just a single marine, no
expansion and expansion.

One night, playing StarCraft late into the night, he casually entered 'Join
the army' into the text window, and a wierd, unexplainable feeling came over
him, and he passed out.

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"Move, move, move!" he heard, him and others being shoved a long a line.

First the armor room, where rows and rows of empty powered armor marine
suits lay.

Getting into one, he porceeded to the next room, and was given a gun.

Then he was spit out, and looking behind him, he saw a building offest at
least 6 feet off the ground.

And then it took off, leaving him and 5 other marines there to defend the
command center while the barracks relocated.


The whole process left him very disoriented, and even more confused.

Through his shiny new visor, he could spot the horizon of Aiur, the
landscape all too familiar.

Blinking away his confusion as cries sounded, 'Zerglin's! A bunch of 'em!
Hold yer ground, don't let em pass!'

The other 5 marines got into a loose curved line, giving them all an
optimum firing arc, and an empty spot for him.

<This is a standard rush defense. Depending on how many zerglings... Oh
fuck. better get over there.>

Matthew scurried to the open spot, the safeties on his (blahblah) rifle
automatically disengaging, the HUD on his visor engaging.

The zerglings approached, and the other marines opened fire, standing their
ground. Matthew followed suit, the ratt-tat-tatt of the rifle drowning out the
messages from the Advisor.

2.7 seconds later, the zerglings were all bloody piles of zerg-goo on the ground.

-All marines, cover the SCV en route to construction of a bunker, then take
position inside it.- the advisor went through his helmet.

-----

The bunker he was in, the first one constructed at the new Terran base, was
now in the back lines, the front line of defense having been pushed farther
and farther out. So, he had nothing to do, but collect his thoughts and try
to figure out what the hell had happened to him.

The other marines in the bunker were all eerily silent, a perverse blank look
on their faces. He recalled how they delighted gunning down zerglings and
hydralisks as the approached. It was scary.

<Join the army. Did that actaully work?>

All the evidence pointed to yes. He was in a powered marine suit, and had
a marine rifle, and was gunning down Zerg.

<So, I should be able to totally demolish the enemy if I can get a command.>

He fiddled with his helmet, opening a frequency to the Advisor.

"Advisor, I would like to assist the strategic captain with this mission.
I have great tactical skills, and feel I have been misappropriated."

"*zhhm* *beep* Request acknowledged. Proceed to the nearest Command Center."

Re-fastening his helmet, Matthew opened the bunker lock, exiting. On his
way, he passed a Ghost on his way to the bunker he was just in.

<Must be replacing me.>

Following an SCV into the HQ, he made his way to the commanders office.

Inside he saw an overhead view of the map, units and base and fog of war and
all. The commander quick-tapped the screen on a cluster of Seige tanks, and
quick-tapped somewhere else. His eyes followed the path, and the surounding
units.

"Sir, if I may, tell the tanks to enter seige mode, and send a cloaked Ghost
in." he said.

"Ah, the grunt who think he's smart. Okay then, give this a try." The
commander sneered at him, and stepped aside.

"Well, fine." Matthew set the rifle down against the wall, his heavy suit
clank-clanking as he stepped up the the moniter.

<Hmmm. Okay. Siege mode, ghost to scout, and get a squad of marines in there.>

He quickly tap-tapped various parts of the screen, and 6 marines made their
way to the tanks, and a ghost cloaked ahead.

"Advisor, tell the ghost to irritate the enemy and draw forces into
range of the tanks."

-Complying-

The ghost did so, and retreated, uncloaking. The pursuing horde of zerglings
and hydralisks were promptly demolished.

"Okay. Tanks, move forward. Ghost, cloak and scout out the area, marines,
cover the tanks."

The commandeer smirked again.

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~Terran breifing room, high orbit~

"Well, marine, that was a great job you did."

"It was nothing. The name is Matthew."

"The enemy was totally obliterated, and very effiently if I might add."

"So, do I get my own command?"

"Well, the higher-ups want you to stick around and secure the area, you'll
be given a small force to secure the area with. Bombardment is almost over,
and zerg resistance should be minimal."

"Dosen't sound too bad."

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Mission objectives:
	*Destroy all enemy units.
	*Establish a base with available resources.
	*Matthew must survive.


'Sha-shink. Sha-shink. Sha-shink.'

The dropships departed, their task complete.

Matthew surveyed the area, looking around. "Okay. In formation. 4 marines in a
wall up front, vultures ahead of them. Scout ahead, 50 feet at a time. If you
spot any resistance, fall back to the marine line and support them."

The company, consisting of 20 marines, 5 vultures, 2 SCV's, and Matthew,
trudged forward through the lush Aiur undergrowth.

<Whoah. I'm a Hero now. I think that's better than just having my own command.
This is really fancy marine armor. I wonder why they're not standard issue.
Maybe I shold make them standard issue.>

He could imagine it now, him in his hero marine armor, with a vanguard of 12
hero ghosts. He resisted the urge to drool.

-Enemy detected. Units engaging.- The HUD on his visor shifted to show a
overhead view of where the vultures where fleeing the hydralisks in pursuit.

"Remember, don't engage by yourself! Marines, get ready, incoming hydras!"
he shouted out over his comm.

The vultures arrived quickly enough, and the hydralisks appeared soon after,
their arrival heralded by the ratt-tatt-tat of the marines rifles plinking
round after round into them.

The hyrdalisks fell over dead, not ever getting in range to get a hit off.

"Good work. Keep it up, we still need to find a good spot to set up base."

<Mental note. Switch out concussions rounds that are ineffective aganst zerg
hide to something better.>

<I wonder if 'Power overwhelming' would work.>