EPT"I was a SCV the last game," said Probe 1, the first from the left. "I was one of the bravest workers on the field," he said with a proud look on his face. "I stood in the field of battle, repairing tanks and goliaths while the zerg swarm raged all around me." The other probes stared at him with admiring eyes.
Probe 2 nodded. "I was a SCV as well, I didn't go into the field, but I weathered three minutes of zerg flyers tearing through my base and repaired turrets right and left. Ah, the brave marines who fell beside me." He wanted to bow his head, but all he could manage was a slight dip as probes had no necks.
Probe 3 said: "I was a drone last game. I spent twenty minutes gathering minerals, but near the end I turned into a little building which could channel our forces through, and ten ultralisks went through me to save our base and take down the shiny Protoss attackers."
Probe 4 remained quiet. "What did you do last game?" The other three asked in unison.
"I was just a probe." He replied. The others laughed uproariously. "Probes have the most boring life! Gather and gather, and no chance for anything greater. Ah well, we all had our glory days, apart from you."
He did not know what to say. Just then the game started, and they moved off immediately to the minerals. He moved towards the same mineral patch as Probe 1, who rudely bumped him aside and growled out of the corner of his mouth: "Move over, kid".
With a heavy heart, he began the hard work of mining. After a while, he was called away from the minerals by the commander.
"Go to the enemy base," the commander told him. The other probes smirked at him. "You are going to die first with no battle glory!" Probe 2 shouted at him.
He floated along across the badlands, not pausing to look at the occasional animal by the way. After a few seconds, he came to a slope leading up a cliff and was told to go up there, into the darkness which lay above.
"I wonder what is up there?" Probe 4 thought to himself.
At the top, he saw a bunch of Terran buildings and workers scurrying around. Right at the edge of the slope were two workers frantically moving around two unfinished-looking buildings.
"Hello," he said to one of them.
"Go away, can't you see I'm busy?" The irritated worker fired back.
"Your building is already called in, what are you doing circling around it for?" Probe 4 was curious. The Terran worker did not even bother to reply, so the probe poked him with the beam he used for mining.
"OW!" the worker shouted. Almost immediately, another worker came cruising over from the mineral lines, fusion cutter in hand. "No one messes with my brotha!" the newcomer shouted.
Feeling it unwise to engage the larger worker in a fight, Probe 4 began running. He cruised around the base with the worker hot on his heels. Just as he went past the mineral line, he heard the commander speaking to him.
"Build a pylon there." And he did so. The Terran workers now had to circle past the glowing warp, and they complained loudly to each other, hurling curses his way. He began to smile to himself. Seeing another chance, he planted yet another pylon, trapping another two workers behind it. They turned and began to hit the pylon, but to little avail.
Probe 4 was feeling very happy now. Receiving a third command, he opened another warp behind the pylons as he was trained to in the nexus.
Suddenly, he saw a new face in front of him. A ugly creature clad in armor blocked his way. It raised a stubby black tube and pointed the tube at him. He felt his shield being pounded.
"Ouch! It hurts!" He banked and immediately started running, with both the Terran worker and the new enemy chasing.
Just when he felt there was no hope, he saw the enemy spin around and start shooting at a new target, a zealot. The zealot did not bother avoiding, simply walking up to the armor-clad creature. A couple swipes of his blue blades and the creature was no more. The zealot walked up to Probe 4 and patted his shoulder. "Good job," he said tersely before walking into the mineral line of the enemy, blades out.
Huge words appeared in the sky at that moment.
"NOOB PROTOSS!"
Then Probe 4's whole world went black.
When he woke up, he was standing in front of a nexus again, this time with five other probes. He told them his story and they hung onto every word, entranced with his bravery.
"Oh well, I've had my glory, I suppose I can settle down to mine resources this round."
Then a voice came from within the nexus.
"Have you heard of warpgates?"
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