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This is totally like the Flying Dutchman.

"Part of the crew, part of the ship. Part of the crew, part of the ship."

The Portal Ring began to hum so loudly that even in the sparse gasses of the nebula, the sound was carried to every one in the anti-gravity field. Blue light flooded the canals on the portal ring and began to power up millions of space-time manipulators which in turn began to collect tachyons and bozon and other subatomic particles, and destroy them and anything they were bonded with, which just happened to the the subatomic particles in it's sister portal ring. The hole in the fabric of existence was stabilized into a flat plane that led into another dimension where time did not exist. Mere thought flowed through the realm of no restrictions, and Hal began to move forward into it. On the other side of the tunnel of swirling light of all types was a swirling but clear hole in the fabric of existence that showed the Tranquility docked at the research station, but it looked like the research station was docked on the Tranquility. Many a sentient had tried to comprehend the complexity of this upper dimension, but they ended up blowing their brains as they got past their own realm of existence as the thought capacity needed well exceeded the conduction capacity of any third dimensional material, even electrons themselves. Hal entered the portal, his matter distorting and just plain disappearing into the infinitely stretched planes of non existence. This continued until the ship did not exist at all. Then dust began to form again after the middle of the path to the opening, the ship formed itself again and it exited on the other side, but it was such a tight fit that the ships took out a couple phase stabilizers and closed the portal halfway, and made the ship phase in and out of existence. Hal was stuck.






@Knight: Get on with your surprise already =)

It was hours after James had left the Knighthawk's Medbay. In the cafeteria, James' squadmates were disgusted at the fact that their shrimp-like friend kept eating and eating, like he had been deprived of food for years.

Then, like the squadmates had expecting, James asked to be excused because his chest was hurting.

"You got a horrible case of heartburn, mate!" One Marine yelled after James as he ran to his quarters.

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After throwing up three times, James decided that it would be best to lie down and what for the chest pains to pass. But instinctively, James took a few painkillers. Followed by eight bottles of water.

James' mind was becoming hazy and his eyesight swam. Taking off his shirt, because it had suddenly got hot in the usually ice cold room, he layed back on his bed.

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A few hours later, James woke up with a start. His chest was throbbing with pain, like something was beating at him from the inside. Impossible right? Rushing over, he grabbed a stimpack and injected himself to dull the pain. Then he took a handful of painkillers.

Even though he dulled himself with the drugs, he could feel the pain. His mind was slowing, his breathing became almost non-existant. The drugs were slowly killing him, but the pain was unbearable.

Suddenly, his chest burst open and screaming in pain, the Marine fell to the floor writhing for a few seconds before his heart stopped beating. Whether it stopped because of the drugs or the sudden bursting of his chest, no one would know.

From the dead man's chest, a slimey snake-like creature slithered out and quickly enter the ventilation shaft.

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Not even twenty minutes later, he was discovered by his roommate entering the room and finding the bleeding body. The roommate passed out and others later found the two.

Zasz burst out laughing with the entire crew of the Tranquility as they watched the menancing ship stuck between dimensions hollering at everyone in pure anger. It even used words that most beings in the Galaxy were forbidden to repeat.

Hal squirmed and squirmed, trying to inch its way out of the portal but just couldn't wedge his way out of the small ring without knocking off more stabilizers and closing the hole even more.

Prelate chuckled wildly back on his personal craft The Solace. There was naught a more hilarious sight than such a dignified and feared intelligence in such a degrading position. The funniest thing was that this ship was old enough not to have a hyperdrive or warp drive, or any faster than light capabilities. In fact the sub-light engines were new, it had originally relied on solar sails to move about, riding supernovas to get from system to system.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SMITE YOU ALL TO DUST!!!" Hal screamed at everything that he could reach telepathically, on both sides of the tunnel.

"If you smite us to dust, who's going to get you out!?" Zasz replied before bursting into another fit of laughter.

Hal grunted and activated his engines again to no avail. This time he was completely stuck. The wall between the two dimensions that was as thin as a shadow dug its way into Hal's hull, anchoring him, unallowing him to move.

The disgruntled Hal began to open fire at everything, but his ammo was still phased out of existence and did nothing but put on a nice laser light show for the crew of the Tranquility. The clones manning the ship even started to coalesce at the major windows with popcorn, soda, and other treats to watch the ship struggle and put on more of a light show.

*Hal is the intellegence of the ship.

Shadow was tired, he assisted the Blood Wraiths in cleaning up the dead Terrans and rebuilding destroyed structures. At least a day had gone by and he had not had any sleep.

Shamans kept coming to him saying that they wanted to speak to him and screaming urgent, but he put them in their place. All Shadow wanted now was a nice rest.

The Blood Wraiths were rebuilding the damaged fleet and their forces were regrouping.

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KnightSpector tried time after time to talk to his apprentice, but he couldn't reach him. Beginning to regret the decision to split up, KnightSpector went back to the Dark Nexus to recontact Prelate. KnightSpector saw no need to hold off a strike on Xylet, especially if Xylet is only going to get stronger the longer they wait.

But before he contacts Prelate, KnightSpector decided to hold a meeting with the leaders of the Blood Wraiths. Also, he pondered whether to contact Temlaan or not. Though she is an enemy, Temlaan may be able to tilt the battle in the Allies favor, possibly even taking away the advantages of Xylet in numbers.

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tilt the battle in the Allies favor,

Lol, this is getting a little bit like WWII

It is an inspiration, as is all of history.

OMG you guys are great writers. I just wasted like 2 freaking hours reading and rereading your stuff. Man seriously you should make this into a book and get it published, I mean, it's absolute gold!

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OMG you guys are great writers. I just wasted like 2 freaking hours reading and rereading your stuff. Man seriously you should make this into a book and get it published, I mean, it's absolute gold!

It would cost an approximate 3.1 milliion USD. As it includes franchises from C&C, Aliens, Starcraft, and Star Wars. It really isn't cot effective to write a book and publish it for that much.

True. The copyright lawsuits would be so expensive that the book would never make enough money even after the authors are long gone.

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True. The copyright lawsuits would be so expensive that the book would never make enough money even after the authors are long gone.

Heck even the authers grandkids will still be paying it off. But it would be a hell of a story.

'I have called all of you forth to inform you that we are soon going to send the first strike against Xylet and his forces. I bring forth to your attention that we should send everything we can, without exhausting ourselves, to the battle. With the support of my best soldiers, I will lay into plan a strike against Xylet. I know that we will not succeed in the first strike to eliminate the threat entirely, but we will certainly weaken him. Do I have your support?' KnightSpector asked, standing before Shamans, Seers, and the elite Blood Wraith warriors.

A roar of approval was heard. With that, KnightSpector left the meeting chambers and went to the CommBeacon. Activating it, KnightSpector searched for Temlaan. He decided that he would request for her assistance, even if she said no his conscious would be clearer.

Oh well i guess it would cost a buttload to make, anyway you inspired me to make my own fan fiction, it's called The Lone Hope any suggestions would be helpful...

A B1 battle droid popped onto comm beacon holoprojector. "What do you want?" It said in a rather nasally voice.

"My name is KnightSpector-" Knight didn't have time to finish when the droid interrupted him.

"KnightSpector... the mistress told be to do something to that guy... oh yea!" the droid suddenly remembered and switched off the comm. Then switched it back on again. "That's what she told me to do for your information." and then promptly switched it off again.


Since it was apparent that it was impossible for Hal to remove himself from the portal ring, they decided to build large engines aorund the ring and move it about instead of Hal. So they did. Massive amounts of scrap was being turned into specialized metal through atomic mettaurgy and assembled by frabricaters onto the large portal ring.

"We can't take this long." Zasz grumbled to himself watching the slow progress of attatching massive engines to a slightly smaller that an average planet ring.

"Niether can I." Prelate replied startling Zasz.

"How did you, what, graaahhh!!! Your always doing this!" a shocked Zasz shot back.

"Take the Tranquility and rendevous with the main forces. They have already set out to Terra Zeta and are waiting for KnghtSpector and Fredrick to join them. Vee has already phoned in and is heading back." Prelate replied cooly.

"Not her again!" Zasz rebutted in a whining tone.

"Be quiet and go talk with Serverus if your that upset." Prelate replied as he sent Zasz off and teleported back to The Solace.



261 shivered as he walked through the cryogenic lab on his masters station. Of all the clones, they forgot him! The Grand Admiral! He scowled and then sat down on a bench near a computer console. He lifted his wrist and tried to contact the others that were in the cloning bay. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

"They're either dead from those god damned creatures or they got away." he mumbled to himself. He then checked his vitals. His body was low on nutrients, it amazed himself how he survived 72 hours on this infested tation with nothing to eat and drink, and all of those creatures after him. The his wrist communicator began to beep. He switched it to gps mode and he found, not one, not two, but a grand total of 10 personal fighters launching from the hangar bay.

They're making ships... he thought hopefully. Maybe, just maybe I can get one and get myself off this station. 261 then got up and headed toward the hangar bay, but suddenly collapsed as he exited the cryogenics lab.

KnightSpector reopened the channel. The droid answered yet again.

"May I ask who this is?" The droids mechanic voice buzzed.

'This is Katr'Specti Antioch. I wish to speak to your mistress.' KnightSpector said, using his real name.

"That name doesn't match anything that I am used to. I will go see if my mistress is available to speak." The droid stated, then left the holographic projector.

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On Yanmar, Shadow was using his untapped powers and held up thousands of empty Marine suits. Using them, he planned to train himself. With his left over energy, he channeled it into his psi blades and extended them.

The zombie-like suits began to approach and followed every whim of Shadow. The suits tried to claw at him, but charging, slashing, and kicking Shadow was beating them back. After an hour of his training, a Shaman came up behind Shadow. Releasing the suits, they fell to the ground with the life leaving them again.

"What is it?" Shadow asked.

"Protoss. They are approaching with a fleet larger than anything that we have ever seen." There was fear in the Shaman's words. "I don't know their intentions. What should we do?"

"Have a link established and I will talk to them. Maybe they are not hostile, but in the case that they are I shall find out what they want." Shadow offered.

"Yes, young master. I will get a link established as soon as I can." The Shaman said, giving a bow to the Terran.