Disclaimer: Starcraft isn't mine. Neither is Fenix (poor guy).
Note: Yes, it's supposed to be this short.
The little one peered into the chamber that daddy kept his armor in. It was beige, just like the rest of the dwelling, with a little green growing between the sand-colored bricks, but it still excited her, and why not? She had never been there before, and to a young one like herself, that is quite an adventure. Besides, daddy was important, and that made it even more exciting. She knew that a lot of people would be willing to skip the prayer of the moons to see what she was seeing, so naturally she felt important, too.
She opened the door quietly so nobody could hear. On the tips of her hooves, she walked in, enjoying the feeling of knowing that she wasn't supposed to be here but was anyway. She wasn't a troublemaker, so this feeling was new, and she savored every second of it. However, as these things often are, it was reasonably short-lived. Soon, she found herself craving more, and so she decided to try and touch one of the blade-emitters, or perhaps a shoulder-arc... she decided on the blade-emitter and moved slowly toward one of them. She picked it up gently, then turned it over. It was a dangerous object, and mommy had often dictated not to touch such things, but she was untrained in the art of psi-manipulation and she knew (she was a bright youngster) that in her hands it was no more dangerous than the fluff of a K'saalan. She tried it on, finding that it was far too big. She scoured the chamber for the other one, then tried it on as well. Now, she thought, she was a powerful warrior like daddy. She-
"Asalix! Asalix! Come! It is time for the prayer of fortune, and the Khala will be angry if you are late!" It was mommy. Startled, the little girl jumped, the blade-emitters falling off of her wrists. They dropped to the stone floor with a loud smack. The little one picked them up gingerly, then placed them in their proper places on the wall. Surely nobody would notice.
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Praetor Fenix looked out at the sands of the desert of Scion. The Zerg were coming, and it seemed likely that today would be the day he met his end. He would not go without a fight, however, and his last hope was that he could take some with him.
Author's Note: I always wondered why Fenix's blades malfunctioned during that cinematic, so I decided to give it a back story. They wouldn't just have given up on him... well, unless he was using old batteries. Ha.