The Probe. Sure, it looks cool in Lego, but it can mess you up.
Nekama, 2516. First Terran Armored Division. Commanders Log.
This has not been a good week.
It’s been three months since our retreat from the those cord-heads, and most of my men had no idea we’d ever even seen them – so much the better for morale, as far as I’m concerned.
When we set up shop here, my Second was smart enough to position the Com-Center on the highest piece of land he could find. It was a good choice for a fortified position – there’s a substantial mineral deposit and two Vespene geysers tucked in behind our base, and the only access point is a natural ramp leading up from the valley floor below. The second week in, I had a few of my Banshees conduct a “training exercise” near the ramp, “accidentally” breaking off some of the nearby rock face in the process.
For a while, things were quiet, peaceful almost, or at least as close as you can get in the Terran army. We even managed to get through to HQ – my Science Officer tells me it had something to do with planetary alignment, but all I cared about was my chance to tell the bigwigs just what I thought about this place, and them.
Not surprisingly, it didn’t go well, but they say they’re sending a dropship “soon”. Trouble there is that “soon” to the Brass usually means “when we damn well feel like it”, which might just be after we’re all dead and gone. At the time, though, I figured “soon” would be soon enough.
That all changed a week ago when one of our Ravens spotted a Probe down on the floodplain. It wasn’t near any minerals, so my first instinct was that it was just a scout. Seems like a waste of a good worker, but Protoss are funny that way. The damn thing came right up to our rock pile, but didn’t stay long, and I’d hoped that would be the last of it.
Then, two days ago, the most god-awful sound I’d ever heard tore me out of a dead sleep. By the time I got down to the compound, the damage was already done.
We hadn’t bothered with Vespene extractors, since we were here to dig in and wait, not tech up, and my compliment of Marines knows what their about. Somehow, that damn Probe had gotten into our base, and had dropped two warp-gates right on top of our Vespene.
Sure, my Marines took ‘em out, but they were tough to kill for buildings that didn’t even exist yet. Still gives me the creeps, hearing that eerie hum and staring at that blue swirling energy field – seems like it’s going to reach out and grab you if you so much as move toward it.
So suddenly, my week‘s gone sour. Just sour. My men know the ‘Toss are out there, and they know we’re here. They must have used a transport to get their damn Probe into our base, but where one was, how many more are going to follow?
Yesterday, I ordered the Com-Center retro-fit with the old Ibiks cannons we brought with us, but those damned SCVs can’t manage to get even a task like that right. Today, I’m told that not only will our newly-minted Fortress not be able to attack air units, but that they’ve managed to ruin it’s ability to do Sensor Sweeps. Plus, they can’t fix it. Ever.
Damn green-hats. I’ve always wondered why the non-comms got issued overalls and trucker hats, but I’m quite certain they don’t meet Terran military dress code. Good luck telling those idiots what to do, though – don’t approach them just right about something, and they go off and sulk in a corner somewhere, idle.
So yeah, it’s a been a bad week. I’m on the edge here, and I’m not really sure how to get back off of it. I’ve never liked the waiting game, crouching in our base, not knowing what direction the attack will come from, or what the enemy is going to bring.
I don’t think….
Wait. My Second is here…
What?
WHAT?
We should have been paying more attention. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Look, this may be the last thing I write, so I’d better do it fast. They got three probes in our base. I think they’ve been hiding around edges of the cliff for the last two days, but we were just too scared to going scouting.
Now, they’ve built three of those Pylons, and four Photon cannons just started warping in. They’ve brought the battle to us, and they were under our noses the whole damn time.
We were fools for coming here.
If anyone finds this, take what you can and use it – these bastards don’t give up.
