Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C107

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This inland sea averaged about forty meters in depth, but thanks to his earlier flight aboard the Overlord, the sensors indicated that the water here reached an impressive 125 meters at its deepest point. The spotlight cast a pale green glow into the murky waters as schools of fish darted around him, their scales flashing like shards of silver. Nearby, curious squid and other soft-bodied creatures stared back with wide-eyed fascination. Despite himself, Tang Fang took a deep breath—though it wasn’t air filling his lungs but the cool pressurized oxygen cycling through his suit.

To avoid drawing unnecessary attention, he had decided to approach the enemy fleet from below, launching a surprise attack from the seabed. His strike force would consist of Stalkers, Sentries, and Dragoons—a mixed Protoss army bristling with lethal potential.

Sinking his consciousness into the system interface, Tang Fang queued up ten Stalkers, ten Dragoons, and ten Sentries for production. As the resource counters plummeted to 18,905 minerals and 2,375 gas, he felt a pang of unease. But within moments, the first Stalker materialized before him. Its sleek frame shimmered with an eerie blue aura, exuding the cold precision of Dark Templar engineering. A faint smile crept across Tang Fang's face.

As per the game lore, the Stalker was inspired by the ancient designs of the Dragoon—a combat machine crafted by the enigmatic Dark Templar. Larger than a Roach but still sinewy, the Stalker balanced itself on four elongated rear legs, while two smaller forelimbs jutted out menacingly, designed to shred anything beneath them. Its upper body was encased in an unknown metallic alloy, studded with glowing crystals along its flanks. At its center sat a Dark Templar head, partially shrouded in cloth, its forehead adorned with a diamond-shaped rune that pulsed with erratic green light.

Its weapon? A particle disruptor cannon. Tang Fang didn’t yet know how effective it would be, but he’d find out soon enough.

Next came the Sentry. Smaller than the Stalker, each unit measured roughly five feet in length. Their elliptical bodies housed a single electronic eye that glowed a brilliant azure, while a pulsating orb of energy rested on their backs. Circular wings extended from either side, dotted with four more crystals that emitted translucent holographic projections resembling delicate veils of light.

And yes, just like in the game, they looked disturbingly similar to flying saucers—or maybe pancakes, depending on one’s perspective.

Finally, the pièce de résistance: the legendary Dragoon. One of the core units of the Protoss arsenal during the era of StarCraft I, these machines possessed an almost hypnotic allure. To Tang Fang, however, they simply resembled oversized mechanical crabs. Specifically, they reminded him of Metagross from Pokémon—an ironclad juggernaut with four spindly limbs—but unlike Metagross, which lacked certain… appendages, the Dragoon most certainly did not. In fact, it seemed to take pride in flaunting them, swaying rhythmically as if performing some bizarre aquatic ballet.

When all three types of Protoss units emerged together, the glow of their charging crystals illuminated the surrounding waters like daylight. Waves of psychic resonance rippled outward, sending nearby marine life scattering in panic. Even Tang Fang flinched when a two-meter-long sailfish zipped past, its sharp bill slicing through the water mere inches from his visor.

Humans were sentimental creatures, tethered to their homeworld even after two centuries of interstellar civilization. It amused Tang Fang how people insisted on introducing Earth-native saltwater species into terraformed oceans—a pointless endeavor, in his opinion. Still, he supposed there was some merit to it; the presence of familiar aquatic life could confuse enemy sonar systems. But what about the mechanical scouts deployed around the fleet, equipped with high-definition underwater cameras? How would he deal with those?

His plan was simple: annihilate every enemy ship in one fell swoop. If possible, launch a surprise attack and obliterate the fleet with the first volley, preventing any information about the Protoss units from leaking. Using Overseers for reconnaissance and picking off the scouts remotely might work, but it risked alerting the enemy prematurely.

After mulling over the options, Tang Fang turned his attention to the Sentries. He pressed the illusion hotkey, curious to see what kind of fish-like projections they could generate to camouflage his forces and fool the mechanical scouts. Scrolling through the menu, however, something caught his eye—a javelin icon nestled among the usual selections. That option hadn’t existed in the original game.

He sent a query to one of the Sentries, and a brief explanation appeared in his mind:

"Sentries can scan the physical dimensions of a target and project a holographic illusion of it in a designated area."

Tang Fang froze, stunned. After a moment, realization dawned. It made sense, really. The game had restricted Sentries to projecting only Protoss units for balance reasons, but given the advanced technology of the Protoss, this ability should have been expected. Scanning a target and generating a realistic hologram? Entirely plausible.

Just then, the same sailfish looped above him. Tang Fang issued a "scan" command to one of the Sentries. Four beams shot out from ports beside the Sentry’s electronic eye, tracing the contours of the fish. Moments later, confirmation arrived. Tang Fang gestured forward, and with a sweep of the Sentry’s fan-shaped beam, an exact replica of the sailfish appeared ten meters ahead. It swam convincingly, mimicking the real thing perfectly.

“Hah, this’ll make things much easier,” Tang Fang muttered under his breath. Summoning nine additional Sentries, he issued a series of commands. All ten began scanning nearby schools of fish, projecting holograms to blend seamlessly into the environment.

Soon, Tang Fang found himself surrounded by an ever-growing swarm of virtual fish. From a distance, only a glittering mass of silvery bodies was visible—his armored form completely hidden within.

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Meanwhile, at the southern district of Makanda Armory Works, the door of an old Bearhole Command Vehicle creaked open. Out stepped a towering man in his early thirties, his skin dark as soot. “Where’s Grant?” he barked. “Where is he?”

“Major, I’m here,” came a low voice from behind a half-collapsed alleyway. A figure emerged, followed by Walton and several others appearing before the towering man.

The towering man was Stivie Smith, a high-ranking member of the Northern Sunaru Alliance and one of Montgomery’s trusted lieutenants.

“What happened to everyone else?” Stivie demanded, taking in the small group of barely a dozen men, several of whom bore injuries. His expression darkened.

Grant sighed heavily, sorrow flickering across his features. “They’re gone. All of them. The intel was wrong—the transports weren’t carrying ‘Heavy Armor Warriors.’ Just experimental military vehicles and micro-drones.”

Stivie’s jaw twitched as he struggled to process the news. “How could this happen? How…”

“Major, what’s going on with the armory? Where’s Colonel Montgomery?” Grant asked, glancing toward the distant factory complex. Thick plumes of smoke choked the sky, and continuous explosions rocked the ground beneath their feet.

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