Today was a day unlike any other in the history of the universe. Today was a day that could usher in a new era of intergalactic peace for the three races that have been brutal enemies for a long time. For today the Protoss, Terrans, and Zerg met together, a moment so valuable for the billions of lives in each race.

The sun was directly overhead in the Mar Sara sky. A diplomat for each race walked now now to a round table in the middle of a domed room. The sun shone through the clear dome on top. Tassadar sat down, unbuckling his shields. Arturus Mengsk, proud this day had finally come, sat down opposite Tassadar.

The Protoss warrior removed his armor and tossed it onto the floor.

The room was silent. Arcturus was puzzeled as to why Tassadar would do that, remove his vest in proximity to a potential threat. Tassadar looked across the table, at Mengsk. Arcturus unzipped his jacket and removed a bulletproof vest., returning the gesture.

Tassadar had looked in Arcturus Mengk's eyes before and seen barbarism. Humans had been exiled across the galaxy, only to resume their ways. Wasting resources, violence, anger. But today he saw truth. Humans were just as longing for peace as the Protoss were.

A terran ensign came through the doors and spoke to Mengsk. "The Zerg have not arrived yet, as planned. They may be deceiving us," he said.

"No," said Tassadar, "I can feel that they are just as desperate for peace as we are."

"At ease, ensign," said Arcturus.

The ensign walked halfway to the wall and tripped. He fell to the ground.

"Walk much?" said Arcturus, smiling.

But to their horror,, the ensign turned around. An alien sounding hiss filled the room, as they realized the ensign had just been infected by the zerg.

Arcturus sprung up from the seat ready to strike down the alien beast, Tassadar restrained him.

"I am the zerg," said the poor infested terran.

"You have come to speak of diplomacy?" asked Tassadar, restraining Arcturus from dashing to the nearest emergency-alarm-trigger.

"Yes. I represent every one of our race. From the lowly zerglings, to the mighty ultralisks. I am zerg."

"What will become of Ensign Brown after our negotiations?" said Arcturus.

"That is irrelevant," said the zerg infested ensign.

"It's irrelevant? A life?" shouted Arcturus.

"They are right, it is trivial, compared to the millions that have died from our wars, and the millions that could die if this meeting fails. Let it go," Tassadar said.

"Very well," said the infested ensign, "let us begin."