EPT
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A Mutalisk’s Tale
Seven Mutalisks are flying rigidly still, maintaining their standard U shaped curled up form. Their wings are flapping in unison. For these Mutalisks, this is their most solemn moment.
“My dear Mutalisks, due to your superior performance scouting and harassing the enemy base in the early game, in order to reward you for your accomplishments, I hereby announce that you have been granted the right to evolve into Guardians.”
“Yeah!” Upon hearing this news, the squad of Mutalisks let out a cheer, and flew around jubilantly. This is their moment of glory, no amount of flapping around could express their joy.
After all, this was the moment they’ve been waiting for. The moment they’ve always been waiting for. In the past, they would infiltrate the very depths of the enemy base all the way to the mineral lines to harass enemy workers. Their frail bodies withstood countless instances of enemy fire. After every shot, they would be forced to relocate, carefully trying to preserve what little life they had left. After all, they can’t just head on attack a Photon Cannon, or even a Turret. Always, they would huddle together tightly for safety. Anytime an Archon appears was a time to flee. Same with a Corsair. Even a High Templar can be deadly. Even if they were lucky enough to run into a tank or a Reaver, often the result would be what seems like countless attacks that end in no avail as enemy reinforcements arrive.
Amidst these thoughts, the Spire upgrade completes. The excited Mutalisks curl into a larva form, awaiting rebirth.
“Huh?” A Mutalisk opened his eyes. What’s this, he didn’t enter into a larva, despite curling up like the others. “Commander, sir, what’s going on?” He asked anxiously.
“Uhm, yes, well, sorry about that, but it appears that we don’t have enough gas. I think you’re going to have to wait for the next wave,” the commander replied apologetically.
“The next…wave? But, I was together with them…how can we be split up…I…I…” the Mutalisk was filled with disappointment, and was at a loss for words. When his companions emerged as Guardians, they will certainly laugh at him for remaining as he is…
“Oh, what’s this, why didn’t you evolve?” As the lone Mutalisk was wallowing, six Guardians have already arrived onto the stage. Their broad frames and still majesty gave them an aura of invincibility, and the lone Mutalisk was might as well have been a pitiful little Zergling in comparison. He bowed his head, and his already curled up body curled up even further.
“Since you have now become Guardians, please proceed to attack the enemy natural expansion and pave the way for our ground troops. Uhm, Mutalisk, you can go too.” The commander issued his orders.
“Yes, sir!” the six Guardians replied enthusiastically.
“Y-yes…” the Mutalisk replied half-heartedly. He knew he’s just a sideshow now…
The squad flew towards the enemy base. The Mutalisk flew at his normal speed, but found himself needing to stop every little while.
“Hey, bros, can’t you guys hurry it up?” he grew impatient.
“Pfft, you’ve been a guerilla warrior for too long, you can’t even slow down. Don’t you understand, all the important folks tread slowly, with dignity!” the Guardians proudly replied.
“Yea, ok, dignity, whatever.”
“You should stay in the back, we got this.” The Guardians began their assault from a distance. The enemy troops moved front and back, but they couldn’t get in range of the Guardians. The powerful attack is beginning to take its toll on the enemy defenses.
The Mutalisk, still alone in the back, was annoyed and impatient. “I wish I could experience that feeling of power – dealing such damage without even fear of counterattack!” he thought. Suddenly, he sensed something.
“Alert, everyone, there’s a Wraith!” as he saw the Guardians starting to take damage. “The Overlord is not here yet, retreat for now!” as he issued these instructions, the Mutalisk already flew out quite a distance.
“It’s no use, we can’t fly that fast. You saw our top speed already on the way here,” a Guardian helplessly replied. Even though he was being attacked by the Wraith, he continued his assault on the ground forces. “We also don’t have any anti-air. The commander already told us this when we were morphing. Even if an Overlord got here, it’d be no help. Leave us, save yourself, we’re done here.”
“How can it turn out like this!” the Mutalisk thought. These companions, these friends of his that he has fought with for all this time are leaving him one by one. But war is cruel like this. The Mutalisk couldn’t bear to watch anymore, and prepared to turn around and leave. Suddenly, he realized that the Wraith’s outline is starting to become clear. The cloaking is almost gone.
“No more cloaking? Time for a counterattack!” the Mutalisk was determined to save the last remaining Guardian. But the Wraith is parked atop a Turret…he needs to get past that first…
The signature Mutalisk movement once again appeared on the battlefield, even though it was now with only one Mutalisk. The Turret was heavily damaged by the Guardians earlier, so only two shots from the Mutalisk finished it. He turned and prepared to attack the Wraith.
The Wraith abandoned his assault on the Guardian, and readied itself for the Mutalisk.
But now, the Zerg ground forces have arrived. The Wraith fell in seconds above a group of Hydralisks.
The Mutalisk saw that the last Guardian was saved, and was hit by a mixture of happiness and sadness. All those fallen friends…
Due to his heroic actions, the commander told the Mutalisk that he has been approved for a promotion to Guardian on his own. The Mutalisk smiled and replied “Sir, if you really wish to reward me, then please allow me to remain a Mutalisk, forever and ever more!”
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Story one - Zergling here!
Story two - HT here!
Story three - Observer and Science Vessel here!
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