EPT"Give me a status report sir."
"Roger that General Kim. We have reports of a hostile protoss force somewhere in the area. They've come to reclaim the lost technology that this once vibrant temple was host to. Somewhere there's rumored to be a Xel'Naga artifact of immense power. If you can extract the artifact without blood shed that would be best. Tensions with the protoss are strained enough as it is."
"Well sir. If I may be frank."
"Proceed."
"I don't see much of a choice here. My preliminary scout of the area has already encountered protoss structures being warped in from Aiur. The gateways are churning and within minutes we could have zealots pounding on our front door."
"Roger that. Commencing radio silence. It's up to you now General."
"I may never get used to that voice in my ear. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet. Either way it's time to wage a war."
Ten minutes later...
Protoss Voidrays have entered the base and have begun razing every structure we've put together. The casualties are immense. But we do have one hope. Our expert banshee pilot - codenamed Hellfire - has been putting the hurt down on the protoss outpost. She's combed over the entire area several times only backing out to recharge energy. It's up to Hellfire to do what damage she can while the marines and SCV's try to keep together what little base is left.
Five minutes later...
Hellfire went down in a cloud of curse words and smoke but not before she made sure the protoss wouldn't have the means to continue any sort of production here. Meanwhile all that remains of the Terran base is a single bunker. The marines picked straws to determine who would man the bunker. For the marines who didn't get in... they were sentenced to death as the phoenix used their shields to swoop in and pick off the marines undamaged.
Finally the impatience got the better of the protoss commander as he sacrificed his remaining fleet in a desperate attempt to eradicate the final Terran presence.
With the fliers gone the marines began moving toward the protoss's base but General Moonan knew it was already too late. According to the galactic rules of conflict as determined at the Blizzard Conference in 2011 a ceasefire would be forcibly enacted momentarily due to the lack of conflict. Suddenly he hears a voice in his ear.
"Salvage that bunker! "
With time running out - he panicks. A moment later the bunker vanishes in a puff of minerals.
Wait. What did I just do?
"You have been defeated!"
Fuck.
And that is the story of how I got Moonan to lose 10 points on ladder when he was one second away from a draw.
