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The newly created ships were amazing to say the least. Huge white cruisers that filled up the night skies of Terra Zeta. Every night, hundreds of various native wildlife gathered in groups to watch the shining ships move across the night sky outshining the stars and moons, intoxicated by the simplicity and beauty of the flying machines. Many of the ships had no weapons whatsoever, while others were armed to the teeth. But one attribute they shared, they lit up the night like angels from heaven coming down to bless the ground they land on with prosperity and joy. Gunships were landing by the thousands, loading up on troops and walkers that were stationed on the planet. The mothership also took it's orbit around the planet, acting as a second blue sun that brought flourishing life wherever it appeared. It was a wonderful sensation to watch Vee's fleet make the jump from Hyperspace, her bright red ships contrasting against the giant white cruisers and eclipsing some of them. And then the majesty of the fleet arrived, the giant rainbow colored paper mache ship twice the size of the Tranquility that accompanied it, and accordingly, it was filled to the brink of bursting with candy.

Zasz trudged grimly in circles on the bridge as he stared at the Super-Venator that was the Flagship of Vee. She had the best of everything, he best ships, the best support, even the best training that no one could take anymore. And the worst thing, in Zasz's book, was that even though he was about 150 years older, she always treated him like a child, calling him youngling and disregarding him as an unimportant figure.

"Are you really that jealous of her that you won't even accept the communication?" Serverus asked gnawing at a rather large piece of caribou meat imported from Earth.

"I hate having to talk to her, she always talks down to me, like I'm some kind of child." Zasz spat, letting his anger take control for a bit.

"But you have to remember, she has much more experience then you have from graduating from the high Templar schools and the 50 something years you've been with your master. It is natural for her to think of you like a younger brother." Serverus replied gobbling up the last shred of meat and snapping the bone in half to get at the marrow.

"Yea, I guess. But she doesn't have to be taller than me." Zasz replied staring at the bridge of her cruiser. It was almost like she was peering back at him.

"All beings grow at different times. Your just a late bloomer."

"I'm a 100 year late bloomer."

"I've heard of 250 year late bloomers."

"I guess that makes me feel better." Zasz did a Protoss equivalent of a sigh and sat down on his chair right below his master's main console. He the put his hand on his console and let it glide over the gold and platinum, feeling the warm energy of the Khaydarin Crystals and the cool touch of the metals. "I guess I should open communications then." Zasz told himself as he pressed the a button and watched Vee's lavender face appear on the screen.

"Hello Zasz, how are you doing." she said with only a small amount of undermining Zasz's authority in her thought-speech.

"Fine Veenus." Zasz replied with a smirk. He knew he hit home as her faced screwed up, her eyes flared, and she yelled back;

"I TOLD YOU TO NEVER ADRESS ME LIKE THAT!"

"Zasz! Stay on task." Serverus growled with a piece of marrow dangling from his chin.

Zasz's eyes sunk back to a respectful and less playful shade of green. "All right, all bantering aside. Do you know the plan."

"Understood captain." she replied with a impish emphasis on the word captain she then grinned and cut off communications.



"Fine KnightSpector what the (insert Protoss equivalent of hell here) do you want." Temlaan said with a small hint of grudging respect. "I'm busy here. This gun won't finish itself."

'Temlaan, enough with the rivalry. This is an urgent matter, your damn gun can wait.' KnightSpector growled.

'What seems to be the problem then, Katr'Specti Antioch?' Temlaan cooed as a taunt.

'Xylet is the trouble. Prelate, Shadow, and I are about to assault him and his new fortress.' KnightSpector stated.

'Xylet? My uncle's old apprentice? He escaped?' Temlaan asked in surprise.

'What do you know about Xylet?' KnightSpector asked.

'Oh, not much. Just what my uncle told me, which was about everything.' Temlaan said.

KnightSpector sighed in Temlaan's toying. 'I think it would be wise to have your assistance in the battle. We can always use an additional fleet.'

'What does this Xylet have that makes him so dangerous?' Temlaan asked.

'He has Prelate's laboratory, the old Xel'Naga war station. Xylet may try to use the super weapon that it is equiped with.' KnightSpector stated, not enjoying Temlaan's doubts in the situation.

Temlaan's eyes grew noticably wider.

"But I have the key! How is Xylet going to activate the weapon?" Temlaan replied aghast.

"Hot wiring?" KnightSpector shrugged.

"Gah, I wish I could punch that arrogant fool myself, but I can't allow foolish Weequayin workers and droids to destroy this gun and the entire sector with them. But I will send a small fleet and a couple of supply ships to Terra Zeta. Oh! and a ship carrying an experimental defense weapon." Temlaan grinned as she said the last sentence.

"How did you know about the rendezvous point?" KnightSpector asked suspiciously.

"I saw Vee's fleet move back into the sector." She replied with loftiness in her voice.


"Get out of my head! GRAAAAAAAH!!!" 261 screamed as he ran down the hallway clutching his helmet and banging his head against whatever he could.

"Serve me human! You cannot resist my powers!" the mysterious and deep voice roared in 261's head. His temples pulsed as he smashed himself into the neosteel walls. His hand reached for his pistol. He was going to end this god damned torment! His hand shakily raised his pistol to his head.

Clang! 261 dropped the gun against his will.

"Face it human, you need me and I need YOU!" the voice replied angrily. "Now, TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!"

"No, no, no, NOOOOO!" 261 answered with renewed vigor. He reached down and grabbed gun again. He ran forward held the pistol against his temple and,

BANG! 261 fell to the floor, and his blood spread across the cold neosteel floor.

So the Grand Admiral died in the end anyway. All he wanted to do was go home.

"Admiral! Oh my god... I shot you, I shot you..." 91 said dropping his pistol and rushing to the Admiral's side.

"Gah, you shot me alright, but it only hit my shoulder. Uh... I have had worse..." the Admiral replied sitting up and coughing a bit of bloody saliva out of his throat. Blood streamed from the hole in his armor, it flowed in streams down his right arm and dripped slowly drop by drop to the floor. "You have any rations on you private?"

"Uh, yes, yeah. I was just in the kitchen. God, I thought I was alone. Was there anyone with you?" 91 asked as he pulled a ration bar from his backpack.

"Yea, I was with James, Kiriko, and Sev. I got separated during an attack that cut off the last elevator off this level. They were caught in the explosion. God, it was terrible." 261 took off his helmet and took a large bite off the ration bar, he chewed slowly on the hard dry stick. "So what happened to you? You look like a mess."

It was true, 91's helmet had been torn in half and his armor was burned, scratched, dinged, and cracked. Blood of all colors stained the front and side, some of it came from the large gnash across 91's chest. "Yea well, I've been going mad. Hearing voices in my head."

"Glad to see I'm not the only one. Come on." 261 got up and tore a large strip of fabric from his under his armor and wrapped it around his shoulder. " I saw a couple ships leaving from the main hangar. Maybe we can get to a teleportal guns and get off this thing alive."

"I doubt any of those transporter guns work anymore."

"I wouldn't say so, those things can survive up to 900,000 degrees Kelvin. Maybe they survived the attack."



"God it's erie." 91 muttered as they walked down the empty hallway, their metal shoes clanged against the floor, sending echoing noise into the depths of darkness.

91 was supporting the limping 261 for the past 2 hours of slow movement through the dark halls, occasionally stopping to take a swig from 91's canteen. It was hard but both of them had made a promise to each other. They were going to survive...

Shadow stood before a holoprojector that the Blood Wraiths erected, the last addition to their base.

'Protoss vessels, this is Shadow, commander of the forces upon Yanmar.' His confidence was high.

'Shadow, a strange name for a Protoss. We are here to investigate the massive activity upon Yanmar.' A Protoss said.

'Terrans had assaulted my force and we dealt with them in the harshest of manners. There is nothing further for you to investigate. My forces are certainly fine, as am I. Until we meet again. Goodbye.' Shadow said and shut off the transmission, not caring if he angered the Protoss. If he did, Shadow would deal with them in the same manner that he dealt with the Terrans.

Opening a channel, Shadow tried to reach his master.

"Admiral! Look! It's the antique weapons vault!" 91 screamed in absolute delight, he put the Admiral against the wall and rushed over to the twin blast doors and hastily entered the access code to open them.

The heavy neosteel door open slowly, sliding across the floor, scraping against the floor. Then when the doors finally reached their holdings, floodlights flashed on within the room. Terran, Protoss and weapons from other races littered the room, all labeled and being cleaned and maintained by a small grey droid about the size of 91's shin.

"Wow." 91 muttered staring at the weaponry.

Ancient and outlawed disintegrator rifles, MX-16 heavy assault rifle from the 2036 station wars, and chronogenically frozen next to the word danger, was a Protoss Bio-Bonding Exo-Suit.

"Droid! Get me a light sub-machine gun and that Bio-Suit."

"Understood. And please refer to me as ITX-B 1330." the small droid replied and jet-packed over to retrieve a rather odd looking black machine gun. "Are you sure you desire the Bio-Suit? My programming tells me to alert you that the thing is extremely dangerous."

"Give it to me anyways." 91 replied as the droid handed the the heavy nano-carbon weave sub-machine gun to 91. "Hey! I asked for a light rifle!"

"It is, click on the anti-grav generator." ITX-B 1330 replied, clicking on a small switch on the side of the gun. The black thing grew blue and then grew so light that it floated in mid-air even when 91 released it. "Now for the suit."

The droid opened the chamber and blue mist spilled out and spread across the floor. The golden limbs twitched as the suit warmed up, metallic pipes moved about and the liquid Hydrogen tank began to pressurize again.

"Now, this thing is powered by your mana-"

"Man-whah?"

"Mana. Life energy, if you let the power bar hit empty, your gonna die as the suit painfully drains your mana out of your body." the droid answered as he floated over and detached the thing from a mana storage tank, and placed a small sphere about the size of a baseball wrist and the suit came to full power. "Now, this sphere is super-compacted with mana and will drain it from anything you kill."

91 stepped onto the platform in the torso of the suit and was strapped in. Then suddenly searing pain rushed through 91 from his back as the metallic pipes burrowed themselves into his spinal chord. Blood trickled down from his back and onto the floor.

"Finally, I'm getting out of here." the suit laughed menacingly as he made 91 stand up. "Now, master we go onward."

"Your the voice..." 91 gasped in realization and then laughed. "I guess you were right." he then grabbed the rifle and joined up with the Admiral and easily carried him. Unnoticed by the Admiral, 91's eyes began to turn red.

Sounds similar to the metal arms of Doctor Octavius, it had metal spines that dug into the spine. Ouch, sounds really painful. I hope he took some pain killers before he put the suit on. DX

"Hey! You wouldn't happen to have a Duracell on you do ya?" 261 asked 91 as he was supporting himself on the rifle.

"Yes." 91 said as he detached his arm from the nerve bindings, reached into his bag and took out a laser pointer, then shook a two AA Duracell's out of the main base. He handed them to the Admiral who replaced the Energizers in his 3-D map/radar with them.

"Dang, that's alot brighter."

"Mmmph." 91 replied as he placed his arm back into the socket and continued his march forward.

"Oh, God." 261 gasped to himself.

"What now." 91 sighed as he turned around.

"The radar, it's picking up massive amounts of Zerg in a room in front of us."

"Live or dead."

"Live."

That was all 91 needed to hear before he was bashing through the halls toward the room.

261 followed to the best of his ability attempting to warn 91 when both of them burst into the room or large 3 foot diameter cylinders filled with thick green liquid that housed Zerg test subjects, tattered Protoss and Terran bodies, and even perfectly undamaged to completely shredded bodies of other aliens. Each of the beings were covered with many pipes that led up and out of the close topped tanks up into large filtering and fabrication systems.

But one tank filled with blue fluid caught 261's eye. Inside was a very small and round pink object with stubby little arms with no hands, and two oblong bright red feet or shoes. It was rather small, only 1.6 inches in diameter, small enough to fit in 261's palm. "So this is subject 53719."

But 91 didn't bother examining the small creature, he went on a mana draining rampage, draining life from various zerg creatures, leaving them withered and black in the tank.


Vee stood alone on her bridge, simply directing her fleet with her mind, it was perhaps a great training method to communicate with the ship AI directly, and Vee found her ship's AI to be quite amusing, not only did it coordinate her battles, but it constantly looked after her, taking her temperature, asking her how she was doing. Being a friend all in all, it almost made up for not ever knowing her biological mother or father. Maybe this was her adopted fathers way of making it up to her. It was a nice thought.

"If you truly yearn for them, I have tracked down your brith mother and father. But you might find them surprising, and the reason they left you also surprising." the AI told her in it's regular cool female voice.

"Tell me."

Quote by Dark Prelate

The newly created ships were amazing to say the least. Huge white cruisers that filled up the night skies of Terra Zeta. Every night, hundreds of various native wildlife gathered in groups to watch the shining ships move across the night sky outshining the stars and moons, intoxicated by the simplicity and beauty of the flying machines. Many of the ships had no weapons whatsoever, while others were armed to the teeth. But one attribute they shared, they lit up the night like angels from heaven coming down to bless the ground they land on with prosperity and joy. Gunships were landing by the thousands, loading up on troops and walkers that were stationed on the planet. The mothership also took it's orbit around the planet, acting as a second blue sun that brought flourishing life wherever it appeared. It was a wonderful sensation to watch Vee's fleet make the jump from Hyperspace, her bright red ships contrasting against the giant white cruisers and eclipsing some of them. And then the majesty of the fleet arrived, the giant rainbow colored paper mache ship twice the size of the Tranquility that accompanied it, and accordingly, it was filled to the brink of bursting with candy.

Zasz trudged grimly in circles on the bridge as he stared at the Super-Venator that was the Flagship of Vee. She had the best of everything, he best ships, the best support, even the best training that no one could take anymore. And the worst thing, in Zasz's book, was that even though he was about 150 years older, she always treated him like a child, calling him youngling and disregarding him as an unimportant figure.

"Are you really that jealous of her that you won't even accept the communication?" Serverus asked gnawing at a rather large piece of caribou meat imported from Earth.

"I hate having to talk to her, she always talks down to me, like I'm some kind of child." Zasz spat, letting his anger take control for a bit.

"But you have to remember, she has much more experience then you have from graduating from the high Templar schools and the 50 something years you've been with your master. It is natural for her to think of you like a younger brother." Serverus replied gobbling up the last shred of meat and snapping the bone in half to get at the marrow.

"Yea, I guess. But she doesn't have to be taller than me." Zasz replied staring at the bridge of her cruiser. It was almost like she was peering back at him.

"All beings grow at different times. Your just a late bloomer."

"I'm a 100 year late bloomer."

"I've heard of 250 year late bloomers."

"I guess that makes me feel better." Zasz did a Protoss equivalent of a sigh and sat down on his chair right below his master's main console. He the put his hand on his console and let it glide over the gold and platinum, feeling the warm energy of the Khaydarin Crystals and the cool touch of the metals. "I guess I should open communications then." Zasz told himself as he pressed the a button and watched Vee's lavender face appear on the screen.

"Hello Zasz, how are you doing." she said with only a small amount of undermining Zasz's authority in her thought-speech.

"Fine Veenus." Zasz replied with a smirk. He knew he hit home as her faced screwed up, her eyes flared, and she yelled back;

"I TOLD YOU TO NEVER ADRESS ME LIKE THAT!"

"Zasz! Stay on task." Serverus growled with a piece of marrow dangling from his chin.

Zasz's eyes sunk back to a respectful and less playful shade of green. "All right, all bantering aside. Do you know the plan."

"Understood captain." she replied with a impish emphasis on the word captain she then grinned and cut off communications.

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"Fine KnightSpector what the (insert Protoss equivalent of hell here) do you want." Temlaan said with a small hint of grudging respect. "I'm busy here. This gun won't finish itself."

Well I may not be able to follow the story like I did before (tho some characters still sound familiar), but I can say I still like your style of writing, especially on the fleet of white ships part...

Prelate continued his joyful stroll on the surface of the Ihan'rii. I was a wonderful feeling to walk upon the plasma shield that covered the city. Prelate looked down at the center crystal and saw a blue outline of Kel'Doras saluting him from within his prison. Prelate sat down right above the center of the city, his personal shield keeping the vacuum and any particles out and the air in, but really, it didn't matter. It's not like he could die, the Xel'Naga station made sure of that. But alas, it was in his best interest to keep his physical form in one piece and not strewn about the universe.

"Terra Zeta really is beautiful." Prelate said to himself as he stared at the more green than blue planet that reminded him of Aiur. He wanted more that anything to show hundreds of young Protoss this view, and teach of the universe. And there at that spot Prelate vowed to build an Academy when he decides to settle down. he was going to sow the seeds of knowledge into the Protoss youth of that generation. And here and now, he pulled out a small block of metal and ordered it to build a space stationed suited as an Academy.

261 and 91 had long left the preservation room, leaving the subjects to be after draining them of their mana. And 261 had reluctantly released subject 53719 into a small star shaped ship and ejected it. The motives of doing so are unknown. But now they had made their way to the transportel gun chamber...

The duo romped, well 91 romped, 261 floated with his feet dragging along, through the thick ash and rubble that covored the hold. 261 hummed along to the rhythmic muffled thumps of the bio-suit as the continued deeper and deeper into the metal caverns that held the supposably "safe" portal guns

"Private! Can you pick up the big one over there? It seems to be less damaged than the others."

"Alright." 91 said, flashing a grin as he picked up the 5 foot long jumble of metal and random glowing modules that were way to complicated to understand. And printed in large red(which by the way was the same color as 91's eyes currently) friendly letters on the side were the words Don't Panic, Please, That's How The Last Person Who Used This Ended Up In Austria.

"Just think of where you want to go and fire, the portal should be able to fit both of us through."

"Alright."

91 pulled the trigger and a blue beam of light shot out from he barrel and dug into the air 3 feet in front of it. The air swirled and fluctuated until a crystal clear image of the hangar settled in. The portal was about 10 feet in diameter and it fluctuated wildly as the gun sparked and sputtered.

With a quick exchange of looks, 261 hovered through first, passing along through the portal harmlessly. 91 tossed the gun into the air and ran forward. By the time he had squeezed halfway through, the gun hit the floor causing the portal to close a bit early, causing part of he bio-suit to be severed. 91 stepped kneeled in pain as a mana leak ravaged the suit, and as 261 lifted his head to search for a ship, he saw the ten scout ships junp back into the solar system. They had 10 minutes at most to get out of the hangar...

"Shit, **** ,shit! Commander, go without me. I can handle these punks." 91 said bravely, pulling up his face with a sharp grimace.

"Don't worry son. We're going to get out of here. Just get yourself out of the suit." 261 replied.

"I-I can't." 91 muttered slowly, his face paled for some odd reason. He still wasn't bleeding but his arms, even supported by the suit was beginning to shake from supporting the total body weight of him and the suit.

"Soldier! You will follow orders!" 261 yelled. He looked out again, the ships were moving much faster than he expected. He could already see them without magnifying.

"The suit. It won't let me." 91 grimaced, his eyes becoming wide with pain. Then 91 began to scream and gasp "Stop telling me what to do!" over and over again.

261 looked out again and urged 91 to follow but reluctantly dashed into a corner when the ships came into sight. He clutched hi gun tightly as something brushed across his shins. He looked down and saw nothing. Soft thudding was coming everywhere, it was driving him crazy thud thud thud thap thud thud.

91 continued his rant on the floor, blue gas and liquid escaping quickly from some kind of tank.

261 looked over the corner he was hiding in and saw a bunch of spears impale one of the landing ships, causing it to explode. The shockwave knocked two neighboring ships over and released a cloud of bouncing brown puffballs. Slowly, he pieced it together. Small brown puffballs, spears, massive organized groups, the Waddle Dee's have been on the station the whole time! No wonder the station was in such a state of dilapidation and infestation. The cleaners, chefs, maintenance and everything were coalescing somewhere on the station. And from the looks of it, this was only one shock team.



Hulio roared angrily, standing up and breaking through his ****pit. The little things had launched a telepathic attack and then rushed in. The little spears were oddly effective on the hard exo-skeletons of the scouts. Hulio lunged forward, scythes up slashing into a small creature whom suddenly became one of his elite hydralisks.

"What!?" he grunted wildly as he turned around to another of the small creature stabbing vigourosly at his back with a small kitchen knife. Hulio easily threw him off and attempted to slice the thing in half. Only a small trickle of red blood appeared as a small nick came across its arm.

"A17 is hurt! fall back!" another Waddle Dee said as it motioned for two more to pick up the injured one and bring it back into a crack in the wall. One rather large Waddle Dee pointed a bazooka at Hulio and fired. Soon fire and smoke flooded the hangar and Hulio coughed and gasped as his needle spines were matted down with smoke. And when it cleared, the ships were destroyed, growing pods in ruins and the Dee's nowhere in sight.

"What!? You were beaten by cute little Waddle Dees!? How could you do that Hulio? How could you fail so epically!?" Xylet half-interrogated half-choked HUlio for answers.

"The- they've gone mad! A-l all of them. They - they gotten some serious weaponry." Hulio choked out whilst being choked by Xylets two fingered hand.


"Should I remind you that they are 8 INCHES TALL, and that you are about 98 inches tall!?"

"I h-have o-ther ne-ews. If if if," during the ifs, Xylet tightened his grip in raged and just plain threw the poor Hyrdralisk into the wall, causing him to go unconscious.

"And my master isn't where he seems to be either. Where could he be?"

"Well he sent you a note." Eddie replied happily.

"Did he leave a return address?"

"No."

"Damnit!" Xylet growled. "Read me the note."

"Certainly! The note simply reads, Dear Xylet, or Xiam. Never could tell any of my good turned evil intelligent beings apart. Well I'm sure your looking for the key, but I don't have it. I misplaced it somewhere in the Remas sector on a random excursion. And I know you probably checked if you could hot wire the system, but I am also certain that the Van'Narren (pronounced Van'Naarran if you are reading this) Banyips have stopped you."

"They sure have..." Xyllet grumbled as he looked at his scratched hand.

"So I guess your last motive is to capture me and make me suffer like you did. But tough luck, I will not be assaulting the station. My apprentice will. Good day. and that is what the note says. Oh wait... there is a P.S. Look up, someone you know has gotten much more powerful and is jumping a fleet into your system. Wonder what he means by that?"

Xylet looked up and grumbled as he saw Temlaan's fleet of two cruisers and five frigates warp in. "Ready the anti-space defences! Everyone to the fighters, BATTLE STATIONS!"

Temlaan's fleet had only emerged, when a large vortex of blue energy began to swirl behind the white fleet.

Rushing from the mass of energy were thousands of Blood Wraith vessels prepared to battle.

"I think we are going to need more battleships, master." Eddie told Xylet.

All Xylet could do was growl.

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Upon finally receiving an encrypted message, Shadow had prepared what little forces that could be mustered. Placing himself on the leading vessel, he prepared his fleet for the energy jump.

Swirling energy greeted the fleet as it was engulfed and spat out at the site of the Xel'Naga Battlestation.

"This is were we stand off." Shadow grimaced.