I've had in a long time. But, you know, acouple chapters of humour won't hurt.

NOTE: IF They're are any spelling errors, I will correct them at a future time, please, it there are any, do not comment on them

A story in the new series SWS(Starcraft Western Series).

Disclaimer: I do not own Starcraft, or any of the Heros, units, or structures, that may appear in here, other then those I may create.

Copyright: This story, and all others in the series,

Copyrighted 2002, by BM&S Publishing Company

PLEASE R/R!!!!!!!!

The Legend of Marshell Raynor

Book-Master: Clears throat And now we begin our play, witch is called

"The Legend of Marshall Raynor"

Raynor: Me!?

Book-Master: SHHHHHHHH. This is brought to you by Zergly Whirly,

get rid of those pesky Zerglings rudding up your gardens

Ok, Act 1. Our story begins

Curtain Rises, tacky western music starts playing

DuGalle&Stukov: Oh, gather round and sit a spell, listen to the tale

that we're gonna tell. It's all about the rugged west, and one who stands above the rest!

DuGalle: Well actually he doesn't stand above all the rest

in the physical sence....

Stukov: OH, you stupid frog, quit yapping your mouth and sing.

Nerves of steel, he knows no fear!!!

DuGalle: He just laughs when dangers near!

DuGalle&Stukov: He's the hero of the plains, and MARSHALL RAYNOR!

That's his name!!

Raynor: Me?

Book-Master: SHHHHHHH!

Raynor: I don't want to me Marshell...

Stukov: Oh that's ok, you probally won't even make it through

the desert anyways.

Raynor: Desert!?

Scene shows Raynor, Tassadar, Duke, and Zaretul, sitting

in a wagon, pulled by Fenix(Remember, he's a dragoon now)

through the desert

Zaretul: Water, WATER!

Duke: Coffee, COFFEE!!!

Tassadar: It's the end I tell you, we're lost, FRIED IN THE DESERT SON!

Raynor: Uhh, Tassadar...?

Tassadar: SCORCHED, in the searing, sand! We're... Falls into water troff parched, in a waterless, wasteland. We're... we're... Uh, does anyone have a towel?

Duke: Hello! IS anybody here?

Townspeople, alltogether: NNNNOOOOO!!!

People startt running past them

Raynor: Uh, excuse me, umm parodn me? Hello?

Zaretul: WOOOOAH there townsperson.

Duke: We were wondering if you could tell us what's happening here.

WhisperingWe're in the play you know.

Townsperson: Better you then us, RUN FOR YOU LIVES!

Townswomen: Yeah, The "Zerg Thieves" are coming to town and we're off a runnin'

Townperson2: You best do the same, they're mighty ornry.

Raynor: OH dear, perhaps we should tell the Marshell

Mengsk(The current Marshell) runs up

Mengsk: Consider yourself told Shakes hand Conqratulations, you're

now the oficial Marshell! Runs off

Raynor: ME? Marshell!?

Old Zealot: Yep, and whoevers Marshell, has to stop them "Zerg Thieves"

Zaretul: Really, well where does it say that?

Old Zealot: Well right here Hands copy of play script "The Legend of Marshell Raynor",

it's you

Raynor: M-m-Me?

Approaching rumble

Dust clears to reveal large group of Zerglings

Raynor: I see lot's of Zerglings, but no thieves

Zeglings spilt, one steps forward(NOTE: These are big zerglings)

Evil Bob: You don't get the picture here fellas, we're not ZERG thieves, we're zerg THIEVES, Zerglings that steal things, 'comprendo'?

Raynor,Fenix,Tassadar,Zaretul,Duke,together: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH...

Raynor: OH, in that case, we'll just run along.

Evil Bob: Hate to break it to ya chum, but we got us a little problem.

Raynor: AHhhhhhh, you do?

Evil Bob: See, that badge makes you Marshall, and "Zerg Thives" and

Marshalls don't get along. RIGHT!? And since I'm Evil Bob, the worlds

meanest "Zerg Thief"...... I'm gonna have too, trounce ya

Raynor: Trounce, is that anything like b-b-b-bbounce?

Evil Bob: NAH! Let me show ya

Picks up one of his henchmen, molds into a ball,

bounces him acouple times and shoot him threw a hoop

Evil Bob: That's bounce Walks over to his henchmen(All but one

run and hide, except a simple fool of a zergling)

Evil Bob: Stuffs him into his own cowboy hat, drops him, and then jumps ontop of him and lands hard That's TROUNCE!

Duke: Would you have to trounce him if he wern't wearing the Marshells

badge?

Evil Bob: Probally not.

Raynor: Trys to pull badge off It's stuck!

Evil Bob: I guess it's Marshell trouncing time Begins walking

behind the wagon, whistiling

Duke: I don't suppose you'd be satasfied with a hug instead?

Evil Bob: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, NAH! Kicks the wagon, causing it to zoom

down the hill at top speed

Wagon Crashes into the Marshalls office, causing posters to go everywhere

Zaretul: Hmph, doesn't like hugs, how rotten can ya get?

I say we stand and fight!!! We'll teach this guy a lesson!

DuGalle&Stukov: You got no chance to stand and fight, you better stay in bed!

DuGalle: He'll Trounce you left!

Stukov: He'll trounce you right!

DuGalle&Stukov: And square dance on your head!

Raynor: Uhh, perhaps we should try to h-h-hide

DuGalle&Stukov: They're music pace picks up a little You can try your best to hide but 'member what we said!

DuGalle: He'll trounce you left!

Stukov: He'll trounce you right!

DuGalle&Stukov: And square dance on your head!

Tassadar: run, RUN! WE CAN RUN!!!!

DuGalle&Stukov:Music going extremly fast You may think that you can run, but Bob's a thurow bred!

DuGalle: He'll trounce you left!

Stukov: He'll trounce you right!

DuGalle&Stukov: And square dance on your head!

Tassadar: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Runs out the door screaming

Stukov: Hmmm, what's the matter with him?

DuGalle: Oh well, obviously doesn't appreciate fine music!

Hmmmmm, my play seems to be going into wack 00, wondering what's next?

HAHAHAHAHAHA, you'll just have to keep reading. REVIEW!!!!!!1