Fenix walked down the hall of the Citadel of Antioch, preparing himself to send the distress signal to the Conclave and Executor. A dragoon on scouting patrol had picked up zerg troops, and, after killing many but being wounded badly, returned to Antioch with news of zerg troops that could easily make waste of Antioch's defenses.
Fenix groaned. With Tassadar or Zeratul he could easily defeat these zerg; with an executor he could defend the enemy well long after help arrived. But as it were, he had only 200 zealots, 100 dragoons, 30 probes, 20 photon cannons, 3 archons, and 40 scouts, along with an arbiter. But arbiters were useless when there was only one.
"General Fenix!" called a voice behind him.
"Ah. Lieutenant Asriel," said Fenix. "What's the report?"
"We have accounted for nearly two thousand zerg, sir," said Asriel, grimly.
"TWO THOUSAND!" roared Fenix. They had less than 400 soldiers! "I'll send word to Executor and the Conclave right now!" He would've called on Tassadar, but he was in exile, and so was Zeratul.
"Too late, Fenix," said Asriel stoically.
"What?"
"Our signals are being jammed."
"Jammed? Like Space Balls?" asked Fenix.
"No sir. We have no transmission."
"Oh. Then come with me. We're going to scout the perimeter. Suit up!" said Fenix.
Ten minutes later, Fenix set out with ten hand picked zealots, 2 dragoons, and Asriel. All of the zealots had plasma rifle along with their plasma blades, the dragoons were carrying extra battery chargers, and Fenix and Asriel were carrying 2 plasma pistols along with their blades, a knife, and a rifle each. They were well equipped.
They left the bunker, and Fenix immediately wished they didn't. It had to be at least 100 degrees out, and even though Protoss skin was stronger than humans', they were cooking.
Fenix saw something about 200 yards away. Or was it just a mirage? No, it was a stop sign. No. A mirage. Just a mirage that moved.
That's when a hydralisk's needle spine came whizzing out of nowhere. It landed in a zealot's shoulder, and he grunted and ripped it out, gasping in pain.
Fenix whipped out his rifle and a shot a few rounds at the direction he thought the needle had come from. Suddenly something hit him in the side and he was knocked over. He turned over to see a zergling be sliced in half by a zealot.
Fenix whipped out his pistols and started firing at a hydralisk, and kicked a zergling in the head, before he blew it apart with a pistol. (I just can't get over the fact that Fenix is fighting with pistols. It's pwnage!)
Asriel was blocking off an attack from a half dozen zerg, and they were pinning him back against a rock. Fenix roared and leapt at them, slashing with his laser blades. Then he pulled out his pistols again and killed the remainders in a matter of seconds and gun blasts.
"Retreat to the citadel!" yelled Fenix.
Fenix ran up to cover a zealot who was about to be slaughtered by a zerg from behind him. Fenix fired at the hydralisk, but nothing happened. He looked at the clip and it was empty. Going on impulse, he threw a pistol at the hydralisk, whacked it with the other, and then tackled it.
The zealot he rescued charged up and stabbed the zerg while Fenix held it down.
"Good job, soldier I- said Fenix. He stopped as the soldier was shredded apart from a zergling.
He activated his lasers, and cut it in half. The action was dying down. The last zergs were being slaughtered. He stomped a wounded zergling and it stopped struggling. He looked down at the zealot that had died. He wondered, if he had been more vigilant, and hadn't tried to congratulate this soldier in the heat of battle, would he have survived?