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This story is part of my very own Wacky Adventures Series that I'm making.
*Star Wars theme starts up*
A long time ago, in a house far, far away...
A boy who is nicknamed Highwind is playing starcraft as the Terrans. He was talking to himself about what SCVs where really thinking.
He took it apon himself to write a story. Not a regular story, but a story that takes place at a Terran Base.
And who where the main characters? Why two people in SCVs known as Jack and Hank. This is the story between the two...
*Star Wars Theme ends*
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“Say, Jack, you ever wonder about the world and how things are run?” A redneck accent came over the intercom.
Jack tapped his transmission while cutting away at the mineral resources.
“Don’t think I ever have,” the private repeated in the same accent.
“Yeah, I mean, do you ever think there’s some giant war going on right now we just don’t know it?”
“War?”
“Yeah, I mean, ain’t it possible that all these great beings sitting up somewhere are controlling our every movement, commanding us to do things at will?”
“Gee, Hank, I never thought of it that way,” he said after picking his nose.
“Yeah, well, I mean, just think of what life would be like? To just gather minerals, mine ore, build a bunch a buildin’s just cause some great being tells ya to? All day, in and out, no breaks at all?”
Jack thought about it when his screen lit up with a build command.
“Hey, I gotta go build one of ‘em airports. Give me a sec,”
He powered up his thrusters and moved over to a clear space to a piece of foundation that simply popped up.
While gathering minerals, Hank thought again of the possibilities.
“Say, Jack, you still thare?”
“Yeah, still buildin’ this Starport.”
“Just imagine, some alien force of massive swarms just came in all of the sudden, and just surround us. A heartless race run by some infested crazy woman.”
“That thare’s a far out theory, but that couldn’t ever be so!”
“Well… I still say its possible for some great being to just move his finger and tell us what to do at will.”
A tank came rolling out of the factory and started moving across the base.
“Outta my way Stupid Confederate Vehicle!”
The SCV stopped in his tracks and the tank rolled on through.
“Say, they’ve got no rights to push us around! I can repair him if he gets hurt!” Hank barked lightly.
“Hurt by whut?” Jack asked beginning to raise up the airport.
“Gee, maybe them alien bug creatures run by some infested woman.”
Jack laughed aloud upon hearing that comment.
“Hey, hey, and I bet thare bein’ some extatmerestistal creatures with high advanced technology that put the souls of dead bodies in a four legged spider!”
“That shoot lighting balls at ya! And I thought it was pronounced, extraterrestrial!”
“Naw, that’s just what they want you to thank! Honestly, I don’t really know, and heck, I don’t really care. I just want to obey that bein’ up thare somewhere staring down at me giving me little thought except I’m just hare gatherin’ minerals for ‘em so he can build more cool stuff like that thar tank!”
Jack stopped his work when the Starport was completed and took a step back.
“Job’s finished!” He reported. “Affirmative!” He replied returning to gather minerals with his buddy Hank.
A siege tank rolled in severely damaged.
“They want us to repair him,” Hank replied.
“Ok… where’s the duck tape?” Jack joked.
They started to repair the tank when Hank starting thinking again.
“Say, Jack, what do you think this tank got attacked from?”
“Gee, I don’t know, but I think we need to stop thinking so hard about all this and just work.”
“I want to do that ya know, but I just can’t stop thankin’ bout the possibilities that somethin’ is out thare trying to destroy us.”
“I think this hare tank just got inta a bad accident.”
They finished repairing the siege tank and it rolled off towards a group of two other tanks. Together with a small group of Firebats, they moved into the canyon.
“Oh, now we’ve got to gather some ore.”
“Fun!” Jack replied in a joke.
They took turns moving in and out of the mining factory called a Refinery, holding a can of ore and depositing them into the nearby Command Center.
“I wuz jus’ thankin’ again,” Hank started up.
“Oh don’t go thare again!”
“What if there’s more than one of these hare volcano lookin’ thingies all over a giant map, and other alien forces are using it to construct their own armies like we are!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jack countered, now peeved that Hank wouldn’t stop.
“Hey, they want us to build missile turrets! What do we need missile turrets for, huh?” Hank started up again.
“Oh, shut up! They just want us to build ‘em so that meteorites don’t come crashin’ down on us.”
Leaving it at that, they continued to build the missile turrets and in no time, their work was complete.
“Oh!” Jack complained, “Now I’ve got to build up a second barracks! Why do I always get stuck with the hard jobs?”
“Look on the bright side,” Hank replied returning to gather minerals, “you get to do the more complex stuff!”
“Yeah, but you need to do all this darn complex stuff… that way, you’ve got less time to think up about your stupid theories for the universe!”
Hank shrugged and continued to cut away at the minerals, lost in deep thought… his continuous routine placed him in daze. He could only hear the sound of him slowly slicing off the mesmerizing crystal. He took a deep stare and wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing.
“Say, Jack?”
“What now?”
“Suppose we just aren’t thinking hard enough. I mean, even you thought it wuz possible that these bug-like alien creatures could exist, ruled by some infested sexy woman, whose not sexy anymore cause they wrapped her up in this cocoon thingy, and she was once a human being with Ghost telepathic abilities who worked for us. Now, she just wants to bring death and destruction to the world, and its our loyal duty as SCV’s to gather minerals and ore for the Confederacy or whatever organization we work for, and build their buildings so they can stop the infestation!”
“Yeah, and there’s a swarm of giant, winged, wormlike things that shoot sharp, burning projectiles to kill us all off in the sky coming towards us right now and we don’t know it.”
“Uh, Jack…”
“And then, the missile turrets will start shooting off, but there’ll be too many of ‘em, and then, the Command Center will explode…”
“Jack…” Hank said wide eyed looking at the sky.
“And then, those extraterrestrial creatures will come in a huge swarm of them spider thingies with the souls of the dead,”
“Jack… Jack…” Hank repeated more frantically turning to his left in a panic.
“And then, guess what? All the human forces will be commanded to attack, and all we can do is run away or hopelessly repair the burning buildings…”
Hank’s repair command shot up a number of times.
“And then what? There’ll be this giant battle in the sky between these giant winged, worm thingies, and our Starport’s few Wraiths,”
Hank beheld the orange and red fireballs that lit up the darkening, reddening sky.
“But then, oh wait! In a last desperate attempt to save the rest of the Terran, they’ll launch a suicidal nuclear launch to destroy us…”
Hank looked at the ground near him, a little red dot blinking rapidly. A giant light came out from the sky.
Jack started moving away lost in his ongoing scoffers, “Then, the whole base will explode, and the entire alien forces with it, and I’ll turn around and find out everything I said was completely true…”
Hank zoomed out for his life away from the base just in time to clear a massive explosion.
Jack turned around just in time to see the remains of death spill out.
The two SCV’s stood there in wonder and shock for a few minutes. The build command sign came up.
“Say, Jack,” Hank said dumbfounded, “I wuz thinkin’…”
 vender16 · Wed Sep 20, 2006 @ 02:42am · 1 Comments |
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