starcraft: dilation

foggy fumes

I stand and wait as I feel the armer wrap my body. It's significantly lighter than the training armer I had on. I can also feel the ground beneath my feet. "Commander. I've received a mission brief from general Warfield." I open my eyes as the final touches are made. My hands are released from the claws as my hips and chest are released to as my body weight comes down as I keep myself grounded. "Let's hear it adjutant." I bring my arms up as I shift the suit in some sections around my arms and hands. "General Warfield has called for a full evacuation witch has put 75% of this base in panic. Not much is being done as the 501st medical sustainment battalion is attempting to rally as many as they can to focus and gather the supplies and equipment with little success. General Warfield wants you to go around and rally everyone to focus and consolidate the outlining forces and bring as many supplies and all the equipment into the center of the post." My feet are released as I step out and stretch a little bit as I tap the toes of my boots to the ground to make them fit around my feet. I finish adjusting my suit as it puffs up a little bit as the armer segments close in and fit around my chest, legs, and arms. "Is there any good news?" I get focused as a table comes up with extra equipment. I begun to attach the equipment to my suit as it's mostly extra armer segments along with sonic dampening boots, torso armer, a light headset for a visor I've grown fond of, and gloves. "The ravens have lifted as two have been fitted with extra sensors as we have began tracking small groups of mutalisks, overseers, and one unidentified class 3 flying zerg creature. Warfield has already orders small groups of vikings and wraith squads to distroy as many souts as possible before the battlecrusers warp to our location." I've got a very bad feeling about sending our flyers out. I can't sense anything out there. Is there a Strom comming or something? Normally if get hints of something moving fast around the base but it's always a click or two out of our sensor range. "I've received a report that the 15th rayners raiders marauder battalion is struggling to get equipped. It appears something has happened to thier arming facilities in the center of the base." I ball my fists as my gloves tighten up. "Why does something always happen when we actually make a good plan?" I attach my visor as I Bring it down and it activates. "Commander, there is a massive thunder storm approuching. Estimates suggest it will hit your current location within the hour. Our sensors are starting to react negatively already as the viking squads are reporting massive resistance and those already engaged are struggling just to stay aflought. No casualties have been reported yet however I recommend they pull back." That explains why everything is going wrong already. "Have them pull back and circle the base. Now that the zerg know we're trying to do something, they'll want to attack and stay out of the storm. We'll need as much power as we can muster." I turn around as I hear for the door as the room goes dark as the emergency lights kick on. "Warning. Warning. A power failure has accured. Please evacuate and call a technician." The message repeats as the building shakes. "Patch me into the intercom system." My adjutant comes up on my visor as I rush down the hall and to the arms room witch is already empty. "Your are live commander." I stop at the door as I look inside and see my weapons are still here. "This is General sheep. Everyone open your ears cuase I'm only saying this once." I grab my knives and tie them down to my arms and legs as I grab my assault pack and put it on quickly. "We've got one hellva storm approuching. I've pulled back our air support but the zerg will be following them. Get everything you can and bring it to the landing pads. Make sure you grab everything that's important." I grab my rifle as it's dark green pain is shining. I grab the magazine as I shove it into the rifle and pull back the lever and arm it. I turn on the scope as two lazors kick on. I leave the room as it closes automatically behind me. "This is a one way trip people. We're getting out of this place and moving to a position near some allies. Make sure your ready becuase were going to have one hellva fight on our hands. I don't want anyone slacking. Keep your heads down and your eyes open! I'm not losing anyone to recklessness and friendly fire! Now get your shit togeather and get moving!" I leave the building as it goes into lockdown. I stop as I'm greated by a squad of marines, marauders and medics. All of them are suited up and face me. Thier minds are running rampant as I can see people running everywhere as they grab as much as they can and bolt. "Sir! General Warfield sent us to assist you!" I look at the marine. "Just tells us where to go!" I look at the group as I'm seeing 8 people. Me included. "We've been briefed on what's going on! We're ready to get things rolling!" One of the marauders takes a step forward. "We're receiving reports of the storm to sir! We have 30 minutes!" The two medics are panicking the most. "Keep your minds clear and make sure anyone who's not doing three job gets straightened up! We're on a time limit people! Let's make sure we straighten this shit show up!" I take a step forward. "You three! Head to the outer edge and rally everyone to get the most important equipment and get it to those Hercules! You three! Head to the east side and make sure those missile turrets are running then head to the command center and get me coms with those vikings!" I look at the two marines who are standing infront of me. "You two! Get to the med barracks and make sure those wounded get on the first Hercules you see! I don't care if you leave some stimpacks or those heart monitors! Just make sure they get onto those transports and those ships have thier engines burning! I'm not going to lose anyone becuase they were put onto the highest priority!" They nod. "Get moving! I want this done in 15 and you all at those Hercules before those cursers even get turned around!" They separate and bolt off. "What about you sir?! Where are you going?!" I start to run twords the marauders. "I'm going to figure out how the marauders got screwed up."