Hey there, folks! This fic is my entry into the casting contest! I hope to expand it tonight, but in the meantime, here's part one in its own topic!
Another day done, and Vidit was at Teh City’s S.A.I.N.T. base, laying down to sleep. It had been an intense day. Why? Did some horrific villain strike, threatening to destroy the world? Did some terrifying demon appear that needed to be exorcised? Did some evil robot army try to destroy his base?
No.
What had happened is that he and Wonder Sama had entered the Teh City 2v2 Starcraft tournament. They had already fought several matches that day, and had won them all. Granted, Vidit isn’t too good at online play, but their main competitors were the various animae and video game characters who also resided in Teh City and rarely played video games, so they were fine.
”Cortana…” Vidit said. “…set the alarm clock to 9:30, please. I have a match at 10. Good night.”
”9:30 it is, sir. Good night.” Cortana replied.
Vidit drifted off to sleep…
“Magistrate? Magistrate, are you alright?”
”Wha-what? I’m here, I’m here!” Vidit said, looking around, seeing that he was apparently at some sort of command console greeted by the adjutant.
http://www.fleetoftheexecutor.com/images/TerranAdvisor.gif“Magistrate, your training is complete. I have an assignment coming in from Confederate Headquarters on Tarsonis for you. Patching general Sporky through:
Sproky’s face appeared on a screen.
”Greetings. I’m general Sproky, Confederate Alpha Squadron. As you know, Mar Sara is your responsibility, Vidit, but with the recent appearance of those xenoforms in the sector, we’ll be locking down the colony within 48 hours. You’ve gotta move your colonists out of the cities and into the wastelands, where you must construct an entirely new base and begin training more marines to help defend them. Is that clear, magistrate?”
Vidit seemed to know exactly what was happening.
”Understood, sir.” He said. “But may I ask a few questions?”
”Yes.”
“Why, instead of keeping the colonists in the cities and such where we already have bases, supplies, garrison units, etc., etc., we’re evacuating them not off-planet, but rather to a different part of the same threatened planet where we have none of those things and they’ll be xeno-food if we get attacked there? I understand building a new base, but why move the colonists to what’s going to be a border outpost when they get there rather than keep them secure in the main bases? Or just get them off-planet? Again, why this crazy evacuation and a planetary lockdown?”
”…shut up. “
Vidit sighed, and his command console came online. What greeted him were four Terran Marines and four Terran SCVs.
“What the-these are my colonists? They’re not civilians! They’re military workers (SCVs) and soldiers! What’s going on here?!”
”Plot hole.” One of the SCV drivers said. “Now get us poor, defenseless colonists to your base, where we’ll actually not be too much safer until you build up.”
Vidit directed them to get moving, and soon, the “colonists” came to a young man sitting upon a hoverbike.
“This thing is AWESOME!” the man yelled. “Wait, the colonists!” he said, noticing them. When they approached him, he spoke in a comm. channel.
“Magistrate Vidit, hey! I’m Wonder Sama, local marshal ‘round here!”
“They made you marshal over a wasteland? Who lives here, anyway?”
”Your colonists!" Sama replied.
"But you've been marshal for how long?"
"Three years!"
"My "colonists", which are actually more like military units to anyone familiar with this mission, just arrived today!"
"Well, plenty of bugs live here, too! And those aliens! They're pretty crazy, so somebody's gotta keep an eye on them!"
"An eye on them? They're vicious alien invaders that try to slaughter any human they come across!"
"Exactly! Where would this place be without law enforcement officials like me to arrest them for trying stuff like that!"
"...Sama, I think I know why they made you marshal of the unpopulated wastelands for three years."
"Glad you understand!" Sama said proudly.
“Keep moving.” Vidit said. "And Sama, you stay in the middle of the marines and DON'T fire your weapons."
"Fire my weapons? Only if they resist arrest! But it is kind of hard to arrest those zerglings..."
"Zerglings. That's what they're called. I know that we just just call them "xenoforms" right now, but click on them! You'll see they're called Zerglings!"
"...just keep moving and Sama, let the Marines handle the xenoforms."
"Ooo! Are they trained to negotiate with the aliens? I try to, but they always just screech at me and try to rip me apart with their claw-arms as soon as I speak to them. Are they specially trained to talk to the aliens?"
"...you might say that. Anyway, move out!"
After encountering a few xenoforms, and killing them, they arrived at a mineral field.
Vidit directed his workers to start mining, had them build a barracks, and produced 10 Terran Marines from it.
”By the way, the xenos know we’re here now…” Vidit said. “I think this evacuation is kind of a failure…”
Suddenly, on Vidit’s command console appeared the words “Congratulations! You are victorious!”
He sighed.