A Ghost Story - Starcraft FanFic

Chapter 3

"5... 4... 3... 2...," 

Despite the surly attitude of her onboard AI, Sharon was on time for the SatScan, which was a good thing in her opinion. In the two hundred and sixty seconds since sending off her message burst back to HQ, the Zerg infestation had spread at an alarming rate. Well, alarming for an ordinary grunt, not for an elite infiltration and recon specialist such as herself. At least that was the mantra Sharon was currently running in the back of her brain. 

Ten seconds before, her body armour flooded her system with a battle drugs cocktail to counteract the adrenaline coursing through her body without dulling her awareness and reactions.

The organic slush that the alien insectoids built everything on had increased over 150 percent and the creatures themselves had multiplied like the virus-like inhabitants of Hades 187.

Sharon had seen the various type of Zerg burst forth from the trio of eggs that the Zerg larva turned into. At first the resource gatherers code named 'Drones' spilled out in larger and larger numbers until the mineral deposits seemed alive with their movements. The eggs too spilt intermittently to reveal the flying behemoths High Command Intel dubbed 'Overlords'.

However, since the establishment or birth of a new hatchery production doubled. And all of it was geared towards battle production. The results of the SatScan revealed that there was more to the eye.

"Command, this is Vesper. SatScan reveals a massive, I repeat MASSIVE concentration of hostile forces at this location. Advise immediate troop deployment of all Class 2 forces to this area. Over,"

The almost instantaneous reply to her transmission was a welcome relief to Sharon. The numbers of Observers floating leisurely over the Zerg infestation had, like everything else, had increased and she know the stories about cloaked Ghosts being spotted and tracked by the Flying Gasbags was rooted firmly in reality. 

All it would take would be one of the flying behemoths to head in her direction and she was screwed. A single C-10 canister rifle wasn't worth squat against the near overwhelming forces she was currently reconnoitering. The presence of the Zerg Overlords would effectively render her cloaking ability less than useless.

"Lieutenant, this is RC Fisher. You are to take up a position that will allow for maximum impact of a precision tactical strike. Deployment of device in T-300 seconds. The situation has grown critical and the enemy cannot be allowed to maintain their position any longer. Reinforcements will be in position after the delivery of package. Fisher out."

Sharon register the flood of another chemical cocktail as her suit attempted to regulate her bio-chemical responses that spiked as she felt vicious satisfaction. In another life she supposed her emotional response might be more in line with elation or anticipation, but her training as a Ghost had effectively limited such responses. 

She had the green light to scorch some Zerg, that's all that mattered. Sharon's face behind her cowl split into a wolf's grin as she remembered one chain-smoking Firebat who was trying to convince two marines that roasted Zerg smelled a lot like baked turkey. The familiar tingle at the base of her skull signaled that her suit registered her violent impulses. Sharon's grin widened.