starcraft fanfic

I am Augustus Mengsk, the founder of this new empire, the ruler of Tarsonis, Korhal, Antiga, and hundreds of other core worlds and colony planets. Now, without the need for a crown or scepter, I am the undisputed sovereign by law. — Coronation oath of Emperor Augustus II of the Terran Empire. --- This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

Imagine reincarnating. But not into some godly being with OP powers, but into Probe from StarCraft. But at least MC is not absolutely dumb, so he understands that he have potential because he can call upon mighty protoss on his journey. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy this strange situation. ____________ CAUTION: has some parts of gender bender. If you don't want to read about it, don't read. That part of the story sucks, anyway. ____________ I hope you won't be angry if release would be inconsistent and extremely slow. ____________ Image is taken from Starcraft 2 wiki, i don't own it.

Note: This is a non-canon StarCraft-inspired story with an original storyline. It uses some skills, weapons, characters, and concepts from StarCraft, but does not follow the game’s canon plot. ************************************* When the world and the game become one, he becomes the only person capable of leading humanity out of the endless cycle of the system… even if the price is slowly losing what remains of his own humanity.

In the war-torn Koprulu Sector, survival is never guaranteed—but for Ghost operative Jake, survival becomes something far worse. Sent on a classified Dominion mission meant to disappear without a trace, Jake finds himself abandoned deep within Zerg territory. Captured instead of killed, he becomes the focus of something far more dangerous than a simple infestation. The swarm does not merely seek to destroy him—it seeks to understand him, reshape him, and turn him into something new. Notice: AI used to translate from my language to english and for checking mistakes. P*treon: p*treon.com/c/Cker12

In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, as the galaxy teeters on the brink of annihilation, an impossible force quietly emerges. The Adeptus Mechanicus is thrown into religious ecstasy. "A man who can erect an entire industrial complex in mere minutes... Titans that fire with flawless precision without appeasing the Machine Spirit... This is the lost Standard Template Construct! The complete STC has returned! The Omnissiah walks among us!" The faithful fall to their knees. The Inquisition grows deeply suspicious. "His armies never pray to the Emperor, yet Chaos cannot corrupt them. He cooperates with the Aeldari, yet slaughters the Tyranid swarms without mercy. Observe him. Watch his every move." The magnifying glasses come out. The Tyranid Hive Mind encounters something it has never experienced before. Warning. Apex predator detected. Genetic assimilation impossible. Target cannot be consumed. Error... Error... Error... Even the Great Devourer is confused. The Chaos Gods are furious. "Plague cannot infect them. Temptation cannot sway them. What are these soulless machines? They're nothing but walking steel coffins!" Meanwhile, an Aeldari Farseer gazes into the strands of fate. "I have seen him... A man cloaked in starlight. His radiant blade will sever the grip of Slaanesh itself. He will lead our people toward a new dawn." Yet the man responsible for turning the galaxy upside down simply stands in the middle of his ever-expanding base, staring at his production lines. "...Seriously?" "What are all of you talking about?" "I'm just an ordinary StarCraft player." In a galaxy consumed by endless war, faith, and madness, one gamer armed with real-time strategy instincts, limitless base-building, and overwhelming industrial might is about to redefine what it means to wage war.

John unfortunately dies, but reincarnates in another universe, another earth and starts his Terran empire.. With little help.. Starcraft 2 doesn't belong to me or any possible work of other games, fictions that i might use in future.. Cover is not mine either... Expect Violence, and much more of it, along with curses.. Fanfic is being cross-posted on webnovel...by DanROJE And Wattpad by danijel916

I‘am Olaras, Protoss Warrior, one of the Firstborn by the hands of the Xel’Naga. Former 6th Ascendant of the Tal‘darim. I was working my way up towards becoming the Highlord of the Tal‘darim all my Life. I destroyed everybody that dared to challenge me. One Day suddenly the first Ascendant Alarak challenged the Highlord Ma‘lash, the Blade of Amon to a Rak‘shir and won. He won. The Goal that seemed unreachable before had it‘s bar set even higher. And that wasn‘t even the worst. He told us Amon had betrayed us, that he only used us, nobody of us would ever ascent and become Hybrid. The strong and unwavering Tal‘darim sect was shaken to it‘s deepest roots but it didn’t take us long to recover. Us the chosen ones by our God Amon? Betrayed? Nothing else mattered anymore. Only Revenge. And we would get it, nothing is able to ever stops us. Not even a God like Amon. We are the Forged. Our wrath burns brighter then all the suns in this Galaxy. Amon was defeated. But what we did not consider was that after that we lost pur purpose. There was no ascension to hybrids there was no god that we could serve. Sure we could still work and ascent to the Highlord position. Sure I could work towards that. But why? The Highlord might be the first position under Amon, but Amon is gone. I would have lead the Tal‘darim to do Amons bidding. But now, what should I tell them? Highlord Alarak is strong, and I‘am not willing to risk my life to in the end gain nothing special even in death, there would only be the void. Even battles against lower Ascendents might get dangerous. Death shows no benefit to me anymore, and life within the Tal‘darim is presumably the most dangerous someone can live. Should I take the opportunity Alarak has given us to leave the Tal‘darim behind if we want? This is a opportunity that is only given to us once...

This is not my original work. I just found this story on a MTL site. I'm just translating this for fun . Thanks Synopsis: The grey mist enveloped the entire planet, all communications were destroyed, and most humans were infected by unknown viruses and turned into zombies that feed on flesh and blood, but this is just the beginning. What followed was that the monsters in the legend walked out of the spatial passage in the gray mist. The surviving humans used the weapons and equipment surviving in the peaceful years to build shelter after shelter to block the invasion of the grey mist while preserving most of the human fire. At the beginning of the world's end, Lin Yubai obtained an interstellar command center. After months of hard work, he finally won the first Marine.

Jean Razak just a regular normal young adult with a balanced lifestyle between gaming,study and work. Somehow out of nowhere he was transported to another planet with similar environments to earth. He gained power called [SYSTEM] bullsh1t he read most of the time to the point been tired of the genre. The task appears and was forced upon him or he died as punishment Without a way getting back to his old world he had no choice to comply.If succeeded he might return to his original dimensions. [~|NOTE|~] [~ANOTHER RANDOM THOUGHT OF MINE AFTER READING A STORY WITH SIMILAR NAME AND PLOT.ALSO I HAVE LIMITED KNOWLEDGE ABOUT BOTH FRANCHISE SO EXPECT A LOT OF INFORMATION ERROR. DON'T MIND ME THO. I'M DOING THIS FOR HOBBY~]

Living in New York is one thing. Being a hero in New York is another And being the daughter of one of the most loved and hated heroes in New York is completely crazy. But this is my life it goes from peaceful during the day and crime-fighting action at night to running for my life and those I have come to care about's life once the world discovers whos daughter I am. Can I keep my secrets in the shadows? Will I get to continue to be White Wolf? Or will my whole world crumble before me? I guess that is the life of a STARK. It can be real shitty.