Kyle Landow sat up slowly and ineffectively rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He staggered to his feet and ambled over to the mirror hanging on the wall. His room was spartan, as were most aboard the command cruiser High September
Kyle looked at himself in the mirror. Ugly as ever, Kyle. He thought to himself, indeed he once was Terran. What looked back at him in the mirror didn't look very Terran. He had large chitin plates protecting his back, most of his skin had been replaced by small chitin scales, as with most Zerg the chitin was a dark brown in color. His feet were stuffed inside of a pair of well used boots, but, had they been visible they would have appeared more like claws then feet. He still had a thick mat of black hair atop his head. Finally his face, a pair of mandibles had replaced the lower half of his mouth, he tried to keep them pressed together most of the time and mercifully he still had lips to try and hide the terrible fangs in his mouth. All in all he appeared to be part Terran part Hydralisk with a bit of zergling thrown in for good measure.
And he hated it.
He'd never asked to be pressed into the Confederate militia on Backwater station. He never requested a forward observation post that was overrun along with the rest of the planet. He'd wanted to die when the zerg had experimented with him, in attempts to find viable uses for his species in the swarm. Yet through it all, he'd survived. He'd escaped Char after the death of the overmind brought him freedom.
And now here he was, Redstone III one of the most hellish planets in the sector. Another day in paradise. Yeah, right.
As Kyle began to don the rest of his on-ship attire his desk comp activated and began to demand his attention with a series of beeps.
Kyle poked at the comm key as he finished buttoning on his duty jacket. His voice was deeper then it once was, as occasionally picked up a click or a buzz. "go ahead" He stated in monotone. A small holographic image of the High September's Communication officer, Ensign Grav, "Commander," his voice clicked "Ve may have a zituation, Ve've detected two Dominion Shipz about vive clickz vrom uz."
Kyle couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, the young drone tried so hard to speak coherent English, "I'll be up in 5."
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