Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C114

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Chapter 114: The First Strike, Stalker

Under the protective cover of a dense "school of fish," an underwater squad composed of five Sentry units, five Dragoon units, and five Stalkers moved brazenly past the prying eyes of reconnaissance drones. They swam with deliberate slowness toward the surface fleet, inching closer with every calculated movement.

Meanwhile, another Protoss strike team, including eight Zealots, stealthily approached a patrolling submarine under the same aquatic camouflage.

As for Tang Fang, he was perched cross-legged atop an Overseer—the Zerg’s versatile reconnaissance unit—fifteen kilometers away from the action. He sat quietly, waiting for his moment to strike.

The Overseer, often underestimated as merely a spy in the Zerg arsenal, proved itself far more than that. It wasn’t just some sneaky observer; it was an amphibious marvel capable of operating both on land and beneath the waves. More impressively, it possessed abilities even Tang Fang had initially overlooked. Beyond detecting enemies, it could interfere with radar systems and sonar echoes. By modulating its psionic energy levels, the Overseer emitted counter-radar waves through its appendages, neutralizing electromagnetic signals from lasers, pulse-doppler radars, phased-array systems, and underwater sonar devices alike. This allowed it to cloak not only itself but also nearby allies within a certain radius.

Of course, compared to other cloaking units in StarCraft II, the Overseer's stealth capabilities were nothing extraordinary. It lacked the core technology of optical camouflage or its upgraded variant, refractive camouflage. But here on Planet Krotan, where orbital military satellites had been disabled thanks to Marion’s earlier sabotage, the Overseer boasted powers nearly equivalent to those of a Protoss mothership’s cloaking field. Without satellite surveillance, the government forces were effectively blind unless they deployed advanced quantum radar systems aboard starships or space stations. Ordinary vehicles and naval radar simply couldn’t detect the Overseer’s presence.

"Damn you!" Tang Fang rapped sharply on the Overseer’s thick carapace, causing the massive creature to shudder like a whale disturbed by a passing storm. If he hadn’t casually asked when summoning it, “Will this thing be picked up by sonar?” its ability to evade most radar detection might have remained hidden forever.

Just as Tang Fang delivered another frustrated kick to the Overseer’s shell, a message came through from the frontline Protoss units: "We’ve reached our designated position. Target locked."

“It looks like Arroz has finished their performance,” Tang Fang muttered to himself. “And since Stivie’s ‘surprise’ has already been delivered… I suppose it’s time for me to wrap things up.” Finishing his soliloquy, he slowly raised his head, gazing into the distant depths before giving a slight nod.

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The Weston, a frigate well past its prime, had served for over thirty years. Originally slated for retirement, the aging vessel had instead been retrofitted repeatedly with so-called new equipment, delaying its much-deserved rest at the bottom of the sea. Now, it found itself assigned to the Makanda battlefield, providing escort services for the flagship missile destroyer Izumo.

Though the Weston groaned under the weight of its age, its captain was young—a spoiled nobleman who still carried the arrogance and impatience bred into him by indulgent parents. Despite two years of service, he hadn’t shed his entitled demeanor.

At this moment, he stood glowering by the porthole, glaring across the glass at the command center windows of the Izumo. “Damn them,” he grumbled. “Nakamura Neji and his crew are throwing a party while we’re stuck doing all the grunt work.”

“Captain,” interrupted Christina, a delicate-featured female officer, her gaze flicking between him and the underwater monitor array showing footage from the reconnaissance robots. “Strange... there seem to be more fish gathering.”

“Fish?” The arrogant young captain shot her a dismissive glance. “Christina, if you’re so fond of fish, I’ll let the gunner drop a few depth charges once the fighting’s done. We’ll make you a nice jar of caviar. Enough for you, your parents, and even your boyfriend—who can’t afford socks—to feast on until the end of your miserable lives.”

His words dripped with venomous sarcasm. Christina’s face flushed with anger, but after glancing at his rank insignia and recalling his influential background, she exhaled deeply and turned back to the monitors.

What she saw next froze her blood. The clustered school of fish suddenly dispersed, revealing a bizarre four-legged creature with a humped back. Its crystalline body shimmered faintly, and then, without warning, its carapace split open. A glowing blue orb emerged, surrounded by swirling light that coalesced into a particle beam. With a subtle tremor, the creature fired the beam forward like a bolt of lightning.

The beam sliced through the water like a divine axe cleaving apart reality. Molecular chains in its path disintegrated instantly, creating a vacuum channel.

Before Christina could react, the silvery particle beam struck the port side of the Tiagalara, a nearby missile destroyer. A massive plume of water erupted as the ship’s steel armor dissolved into metallic particles. Seawater surged into the breach, flooding the engine room with terrifying speed.

“This is the Tiagalara! We are under attack by an unknown enemy!” The panicked voice of the Tiagalara’s captain crackled over the comms.

Alarms blared deafeningly across the night sky, red warning lights flashing wildly. Radar and sonar systems activated fully, anti-aircraft cannons swiveled nervously, and crew members scrambled frantically across decks.

Bubbles poured forth as the Tiagalara began to list. Objects slid backward on the tilting deck, cables and barrels tumbling off the stern into the churning sea. Repair crews donned heavy diving suits and plunged into the flooded engine room. What greeted them was a gaping hole nearly two meters wide—a yawning abyss sucking in torrents of water. Further inspection revealed that the entire ten-meter-wide machinery module had been pierced clean through. Through the jagged opening, they could see an identical breach on the starboard side, seawater rushing in like an unstoppable flood.

“What kind of weapon could do this?” The repairmen felt their hands grow cold, sweat trickling down their spines.

Then, right before their eyes, they witnessed how the damage occurred. The portside armor crumbled silently, flaking away like brittle stone. A silver-white glow filled their vision, followed by a jolt—and then darkness claimed them.

Muffled explosions echoed from below the surface. Waves churned violently, dragging debris into swirling vortices that sank into the abyss.

“Repair team! Report! What the hell are you doing down there?!” The Tiagalara’s captain clung desperately to the tilting console, shouting into his communicator.

Static buzzed back in response. No reply.

The ship continued to tilt dangerously. PDAs, folders, cups, caps—and bodies—slid uncontrollably across the floor.

“Aaaaaah!” Female officers screamed shrilly, abandoning all pretense of composure. Men grunted as they collided painfully with equipment. Soldiers who once carried themselves proudly now looked utterly wretched. Some women’s uniforms were torn by sharp metal edges, exposing pale skin marred by crimson gashes and spurting blood.

Yet, despite their plight, no one offered help—not out of cruelty, but sheer survival instinct. Every person clung tightly to whatever they could find, trembling, desperate.

“Waaaah…”

“No crying! Shut up, damn it! Stop crying, or I swear I’ll shoot you myself!”

“Water… Water’s coming in!”

“I don’t want to die! I’m only twenty-four! Captain, please think of something—anything!”

In that moment, distinctions of gender, rank, or privilege vanished. All that mattered was escape. Screw the lightning strike mission, screw counterattacks—they didn’t even know where the enemy was. This battle was unwinnable.

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