Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C59

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Large-caliber bullets pierced the night, their trajectories bending like meteor showers, carving arcs as they chased after spiraling fighters and missiles in the air. An armed shuttle spun out of control, crashing into the surface of Planet Namie and kicking up a cloud of dust. On the horizon, relentless artillery fire flashed like an old camera’s strobe light, shaking the ground while adding fleeting brightness to the profound darkness.

Occasionally, the main guns of battleships struck the planet's surface, sending rocks flying like rain and creating deep craters in the already rugged terrain.

The battle had begun—not just localized skirmishes between armies but full-scale warfare.

As soon as they emerged, the three men were stunned. What was going on? Where was the promised advance by the ground forces? Why weren’t the fleets merely observing? How had things escalated so quickly?

Could it be that the Epsilon ruins had been discovered by the Sulru Empire? That possibility seemed slim; as long as the 3789th Division's logistics base remained intact, the enemy wouldn’t find them.

Then why this chaos? Had both fleet commanders gone mad? If so, the ceasefire agreement signed between the two empires would be utterly meaningless.

“What do we do now? Go back?” Housen glanced at the torrential downpour of artillery raining from the sky, his face darkening. He’d faced countless battles before, but under such overwhelming bombardment from space fleets, the survival rate for frontline troops was less than twenty percent.

It would be best if the Thunder Fleet could hold off the Saint Violet Fleet. But if they failed, every soldier on Planet Namie would perish.

Even Tang Fang felt lost. What was the situation in orbit? Who held the advantage on land? Was the fighting intense or one-sided? Where was the fiercest combat taking place? Where could they find safety? They knew nothing.

If it were purely a ground war, he had confidence facing either side. But now, with even the space fleets involved, no matter how well-protected he was by Terran, Protoss, and Zerg units, or how fast his regeneration abilities were, a single missile or railgun round falling from orbit could easily end their lives.

Should they retreat underground and abandon the central control hub? Doing so would only delay the inevitable. The central control hub connected directly to the underground refining factory—it was bound to be discovered sooner or later. Retreating might buy temporary safety, but not lasting security. Advancing meant risking everything for potential gain.

“We’ve come this far. Going back now would make us cowards,” Tang Fang said coldly.

On the system interface, he selected an Overlord and pressed a hotkey. Moments later, an Overseer appeared above the Lair. Then, Tang Fang sent a summoning command to the system.

Without warning, a wave of blue light materialized overhead, growing larger until it spanned dozens of meters. A streak of light traced along the Overseer’s silhouette, revealing a massive flying creature with six eyes.

Even Arroz and Housen—and Tang Fang himself—were dumbfounded.

This behemoth was over thirty meters long, its diamond-shaped body adorned with four enormous eyes, each several meters wide, glowing golden with narrow, slit-like pupils capable of rotating 180 degrees in any direction. Two smaller eyes on its spine allowed it to observe aerial units. Its bloated body bristled with spikes, beneath which hung clawed appendages. At the front, a grotesque head covered in tentacles and whiskers pulsed with purple light.

“What… what is this monstrous thing?” Housen stammered.

Even Tang Fang hadn’t expected the seemingly docile and harmless Overlord to transform into such a terrifying form. But upon reflection, it made sense. In the game, Overlords could transport Ultralisks—the ultimate ground units. Their real-world counterparts couldn’t possibly be small.

“This is the Overseer…”

The other two shot him exasperated looks. Such a casual remark! This monstrosity was nearly forty meters long—comparable to a frigate!

Unlike the Queen or Roach, this creature could fly. With its eerie eyes and writhing tentacles, it could terrify anyone unprepared.

While the others were bewildered, Tang Fang was immersed in a strange state. As the Overseer’s six eyes rotated rapidly, streams of information flooded his mind, forming an intuitive topographical map with a staggering range of 2,500 kilometers.

To put that into perspective, the combined radius of the 3789th Division and Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division’s battlefield was only 3,000 kilometers. This meant that almost every move made by both sides fell within the Overseer’s grasp.

From near-orbit battleships to drones zipping through the air, anything moving, alive, or emitting energy couldn’t escape the Overseer’s perception.

All traces of frustration vanished from Tang Fang’s mind. The Overseer wasn’t just radar—it was a super early-warning system integrating light detection, sonar, radar waves, infrared, and more.

Its only drawback was inheriting the Overlord’s docile nature, lacking offensive capabilities. Aside from its hyper-evolved photoreceptors and antennae capable of emitting various electromagnetic frequencies, it had no weapons. It also sacrificed transport capacity.

Based on the Overseer’s feedback, Tang Fang analyzed three primary zones of engagement between the 3789th Division and the Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division.

The first was the eastern front, 1,300 kilometers north of the equator, where the fighting was most intense due to its proximity to the 3789th Division’s logistics base.

The second was the western front, 800 kilometers south of the equator. When Tang Fang saw the geographical coordinates and troop deployments, he was shocked. The location corresponded to the acidic vapor zone 20 kilometers west of Area S102—a deadly environment for combat.

Fighting there? Were both sides insane?

The third battleground lay along the equator north of Area S102, where the Sulru Empire appeared to have meticulously planned an ambush against reinforcements. One oddity stood out: the Sulru Empire’s forces had supply lines, while Monya Empire’s did not. Given the scale of the conflict—four brigades totaling around 12,000 soldiers—it was puzzling. Together, the Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division and the 3789th Division numbered only about 25,000 troops. Opening two major fronts simultaneously left Tang Fang wondering where these additional forces came from.

Unless the Monya Empire relied on orbital drops from their space fleet, explaining the absence of supply lines. Considering Planet Namie’s overall situation, these drop troops likely aimed for the second battlefield.

There were two key contested areas: the 3789th Division’s logistics base and the Epsilon cargo ship landing platform 20 kilometers west of Area S102.

Tang Fang’s first thought was that the Epsilon ruins had been exposed. Otherwise, neither side would have launched a full-scale war. But… how could that be possible?

The Overseer provided reconnaissance data but couldn’t analyze or deduce events. Having spent recent days underground, Tang Fang and his companions had no idea what had changed.

After reviewing the overall battlefield, Tang Fang devised a plan.

Their position was roughly 50 kilometers from the 3789th Division’s logistics base. Tang Fang chose this exit point because he was unsure of Thunder Fleet’s decryption progress. The central control hub operated independently of the refining factory as a closed system. Choosing a direct lift platform risked immediate exposure to the 3789th Division’s guards, resulting in certain death if careless.

For safety, he picked a spot neither too close nor too far. Though unaware of the 3789th Division’s full deployment, Tang Fang knew the campsite of one brigade. Based on past experience, this area should be relatively safe, aside from occasional patrols.

However, plans can’t keep pace with change. The stalemate on the eastern front delayed the Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division’s objectives. Desperate to break the deadlock, General Wilder Lester deployed reserve mechanized companies around the 3789th Division’s logistics base, seeking vulnerabilities to exploit and expand their gains.

This multi-front strategy pressured the 3789th Division’s defenses and created insurmountable obstacles for Tang Fang’s infiltration mission. To reach the central control hub, they needed to breach the Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division’s encircling firepower, penetrate the 3789th Division’s forward positions, and disable anti-air defenses surrounding the logistics base.

“This shows the troop deployments within 50 kilometers of the 3789th Division’s base,” Tang Fang marked the Overseer’s scan results on an electronic map and transmitted it to Arroz and Housen. “To reach the central control hub, we must carve a bloody path through them.”

Housen showed little reaction to the mention of a “bloody path.” After all, they’d faced formidable foes before—Raman, statue guardians, bat demons, and one-eyed monsters. Breaking through enemy lines was routine enough to numb them.

What intrigued him was how Tang Fang obtained such detailed and precise troop deployment maps.

Arroz looked up at the bizarre creature hovering above, feeling a chill run down his spine but also gaining some understanding.

Seeing their lack of response, Tang Fang nodded without elaborating. Commanding the Overseer to spawn Changelings, he then recalled it into system space.

Frankly, the Overseer’s size made it unsuitable for stealth missions. Unlike Terran Banshees or Protoss Observers, it lacked cloaking abilities and was easily spotted.

In equal-strength confrontations, this flaw mattered little. But in their current precarious situation, the Overseer’s presence screamed vulnerability.

Tang Fang didn’t see how the Changelings emerged from the Overseer—he missed it entirely. Only when he turned his attention back did he notice not one, but three slimy creatures with energy tumors crawling before him.

Considering the Overseer’s forty-meter length, he accepted it. Reality differed from games; such a colossal creature spawning only one Changeling? Unbelievable!

Housen stared wide-eyed at the sky, now devoid of the Overseer, then at the Changelings. Finally, he muttered, “Are these its offspring?”

Tang Fang, amused, sent a command to one Changeling. The grotesque creature retracted its head, wriggled twice, and transformed into an exact replica of Housen.

The sudden transformation startled them. Housen shuddered, scalp tingling, and instinctively raised his gun. "Damn it, how did it suddenly turn into me?"

Without explaining, Tang Fang issued commands to the remaining two Changelings. After a series of wriggles, new versions of “Arroz” and “Tang Fang” appeared.

“OH SHIT!” Housen reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Arroz remained composed, merely narrowing his eyes before regaining composure. Creatures capable of shape-shifting—what did that imply? Espionage? Covert operations behind enemy lines? Assassinations? These beings could become humanity’s most powerful ace agents.

He assumed Changelings, like other Zerg units summoned by Tang Fang, would survive indefinitely unless killed. However, that wasn’t true. Changelings were parasitic organisms. Once separated from their parent, their cells rapidly aged, weakened, and eventually perished.

How long could they live? Was it truly only 160 seconds, as in the game? Based on the Overseer’s feedback, clearly not. In reality, they lived longer—up to 72 hours—and were aggressive, able to impale targets with blade-like arms.

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