Shades Of Grey

Shades Of Grey

A/N Well, craptasm No.3, I’m surprised. I didn’t think I’d be able to drag it this far through the community, but really, you guys have been good. Too good. I want some criticism people. CRTISISE ME! Ok, this chapter might not make much sense but let me explain. This is the present. This is thought speech between Cerebrates and subjects. This is a flashback. “This is speech between Terrans, Protoss and the Zerg!” Also there will be a prize for whoever can guess what song the lyrics are from and who sings the song. (In case you haven’t noticed I start my chapters with lyrics relevant to the theme of the chapter). Let my chapter…drum roll add break drum roll BEGIN

All day, staring at the ceiling
making friends with shadows on my wall.
All night, hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep,
because tomorrow might be good for something

Chapter 3: Dreamscape

The Protoss Stalkers clanked across the jungles of Aiur as the Dark Templar fought-“Matt, wakey wakey!”-honourably against the-“Matt, GET OUT OF BED!”-Zerg invaders but to no-“Go way…” mumbled-avail, for the Zerg were too many.-Matt as he fought to-“TACTICAL RETREAT!” called Jetrok/Naasa as the-return to the clutches of sleep. Rob-Ultralisks came to the fore and-shoved him hard and he woke-broke through the lines of the-with a start.-Zealots…

“Rob, what the hell!? I told you to leave me alone,” Matt protested, grumpy about his dream being disturbed. The thoughts ran through his head again. Zerg invaders, Aiur, Jetrok/Naasa, what did it all mean? His thoughts were interrupted by Rob.

“Matt, wake the fuck UP!” he yelled as Matt drifted off again. He firmly planted his carapace covered foot in Matt’s stomach and pushed hard, forcing Matt to grunt. Somewhere in his mind he acknowledged the pain but it failed to register in his conscious -and started to rip- thought, and so he drifted off into a continuation -the Stalkers- of his dream. -to shreds. Only a handful managed to blink away before the Zerglings annihilated them. The Stalkers and Immortals reformed into a firing line, pounding the Zerglings into a soupy mush of red, but like in- “Yeah, I don’t know what happened but it’s like he’s” –countless battles before the Ultralisks barged through, energy bolts bouncing off the organic armour. As the Immortals Hardened Shields flickered and died, the Stalkers- in a coma, no one–that had withdrawn blinked back in, managing to hold off the Ultralisks until the Immortals were a safe distance away.

“Carrier has arrived!”

The air above showered red Mutalisk blood down onto the- “has been able to talk to him, not even Naja. Anyway” –ground combatants as the Carriers deployed a total of one hundred and sixty interceptors, guarded by Phoenixes. After the air had been cleaned of air combatants the Zerg ground units began to explode in no apparent order due to the vast amounts of pulse fire directed at them. This was very dangerous because if you happened to be near a Zerg when it exploded you could be smashed to pieces by bones and such.-“we need to go stock up the”-Of the two hundred strong Protoss ground force only about twenty remained, of the Zerg, none.

As Matt’s sleep faded back to normal a conversation was happening in the waking world. “food cache. It’s only at about ten fullness.”

“Fullness? Don’t you mean percent?” enquired Aiden.

“Same thing. We need to go hunting anyway but all the Rhynadons have moved out to the western fields. It’ll take too long to get all the way there and back without flying.”

“I hate flying…” said Aiden, shuddering.

“I know. But we have to; otherwise we’ll be stuck on insects like last time.”

“Ugh. Fine, if only for the sake of my stomachs comfort. The damn things wriggle all the way down.”

BUY.A.SHOTGUN.AT.LOW.LOW.PRICES..SIMPLY.CALL.BOB’S.GUNS.TODAY…………….

Should you ever be blessed to ride in a Protoss shuttle I’m sure you will agree the experience is serene and calming. A Terran shuttle is a noisy, smelly, cramped contraption built to move, not to soothe. But still, it’s bearable. But to ride in an Overlord, that’s different.

The slimy green goo dripped down from the underbelly of the Overlord to the waiting party of hunters below. The goo hardened into a sort of pole, and the ten Zerglings scrambled upward without complaint. Rob, Aiden, Ernie, and a couple of the other Infested Terrans fearfully made their way to the goo pole and began to pull themselves up, suckers on the tentacles more than earning their keep.

Once inside the Overlord they waded through a mass of half solid biocrap and seated themselves on a lump of flesh protruding out of the ground.

“This is Zzgras and I will be your transport for this trip. Please keep your hands to yourself and do NOT poke the interior. Thank you.”

NOTICE:ALL.CHAPTERS.OF.THE.STORY.SHADES.OF.GREY.ARE.TO.BE.SHOT.ON.SIGHT!

A/N Well there we go, another annoying, pointless, chapter. I’m practicing my writing skills so that I will be ready to do things properly when I start my other story in the Warhammer 40000 universe. Maybe when I get good at writing I might come back and rewrite this so that it makes sense. Also, the prize for guessing the song of which the lyrics came from is a cake filled with acid and surrounded by fire breathing Firebats. By the way, the Dark Templar thing will take a very active roll in the next chapter. So active you could say it was almost, explosive. hint hint