Fictional Report

Fictional Report: Untitled by Guildenstern

Communication sent from Terran High Command to General Guildenstern

We are glad to hear of your success in pacifying DSC-1756 (Code name
"Discovery")  You prove once against that alien scum is no match for the
dedication and skill of the Terran forces.  However, all our intel reports
point to a relatively minor zerg presence in your sector and thus your
request for reinforcements is denied.  The forces you currently control
coupled with the small, yet efficient base you have created will be
sufficient for your mission.  Your defeat of several of their raiding
parties must have convinced them that they cannot succeed against such
overwhelming forces.  We have utmost confidence in your ability.

Last entry from Joe "Smokey" McLock's diary.  Private First Class in the
34th Infantry Battalion (The Deadshots)

Ever since we landed on this god-forsaken bar-b-q of a planet, I don't
think I've had a breath of fresh air.  The bunker's air reconditioners can
only do so much, especially when the ash is piled over every vent.  I
shouldn't complain too much.  This is cushy duty, compared to the poorsaps
escorting the convey to build that forward attack post.  High command seems
real concerned-like over scattered reports of zerg presence, but I don't
worry.  We guard the sole entrance to HQ, and nuthin's getting by us.  Not
only does a solid foot of plasteel protect us in the bunkers, but a
formidable mixture of tanks and missile turrets lies in wait just behind us
just begging for some alien to step in sight.  We just went to red alert,
more later!

Priority Red Distress signal sent to all terran forces in sector DSC-1756

...and are in need of immediate assistance.  Message repeats.  Sector HQ is
under attack.  They have broken through the fortifications at Tango
Charlie-9 and are currently engaging Civil Defense units and the remains of
our missile batteries.  All availble units need to gather at Foxtrot
Charlie-4 for an immediate counterattack.  We are facing an entirely
airborne Zerg assault force, half mutalisks, half guardians.  Civil Defense
is failing fast and are in need of immediate assistance.  Message repeats.
Sector HQ is under attack...

Excerpt from Raymond Brooks report to General Guildenstern.  Captain of the
3rd Air Cavalry Squadron (The Steel Falcons)

Well after scouting the zerg base and finding no resistance we were
engaging in a little target practice on the scurrying little drones.  After
dropping a few of them we received that "Oh <expletive deleted>" call from
HQ.  My boys fell into formation and we started screaming back towards base
so we'd have somewhere to land and knock back a few cold ones when we're
done.  Anyhow, I order my squad to go cloak as we come over over a rise and
see a good chunk of town, including my favorite watering hole, in flames.
Well that was just unacceptable, so I led my crew against those lumbering
guardians while I told Larry's talon to go check for those big floating
crabs with all the eyeballs and crap.  Me and my boys were busy tossing
Swordfishes and Vipers into the guardians when I hear over the tac net
Larry's voice saying 'Negative Captain.  I don't see any overlords
anywhere.'  Well that was just about the sweetest thing to my ears so I
ordered the Falcons into General Chase and starting shooting zergs left and
right.  After polishing off the guardians we went chasin mutalisks, which
is kinda funny when they can't see you.  After that the zerg must've found
something mighty pressing to do somewhere else, 'cause we couldn't find em
anywhere in our sector.