Aesearia, an experienced and skilled Zealot, stood on the surface of Shakuras, waiting, among her brethren. The dark sky swirled ominously above her; however, she paid it no attention. She was focused on what laid ahead. Battle.
The Protoss will soon regain, at last, what once was their home – Aiur awaits. She, along with all who stood in the uneasy silence, was to be Recalled to the surface of Aiur for battle; according to the last transmission, the Recall should be mere minutes away. In mere minutes, she would be teleported to her home, now ridden with scum and deprived of the glory it had once contained.
But she was confident. With the Khala as their fortitude, the Protoss were bound to reclaim their world. There was no question. No matter what the loss, Aiur would be theirs again. The Zerg were crumpled right now; the moment was optimal for strike. Furthermore, the Protoss were driven – she herself would like no more than to sink her blades in a few more Zerg.
"Commencing!" a voice called. Aesearia braced herself for whatever that was to come.
There was a flash of blue light, and Aesearia knew no more.
Aesearia woke up amongst what appeared to be trees. Her vision was blurred. A sudden burst of worry seized her; she looked down, and saw with satisfaction that her armor was still there. Being without her armor in a foreign situation was not her idea of fun.
But then she registered something else, once her eyes resumed full functionality. The trees appeared to be made out of cubes. She blinked furiously. Cubes. Cubes. They were still there. But how?
Arriving at the conclusion that the tree must be some type of alien plant, Aesearia stood up and approached the tree. She felt it with her hands. It felt smooth. Definitely alien.
She looked around. All of the trees were made out of cubes, it would appear. Her eyes diverted to the ground…
Even the ground was made of cubes. Aesearia recoiled in disgust. Then she heard something behind her.
With lightning fast reflexes that came from her Zealot training, she turned with her twin psi blades ablaze and pinned whatever made the noise to the ground. She held one blade to what seemed closest to the neck, and her brain finally registered what was before her.
The creature seemed to be made of cubes, too. The head was pure green with smaller squares of various shades of green scaling its skin. Empty eye sockets stared at her, and a sadistic frown did nothing to convince her of the creature's innocence. Furthermore, the creature had no arms; merely four legs that were also made of cubes.
The thing was definitely Zerg.
However, experience had taught Aesearia not to make hasty decisions. The creature may still be of sentient origins. As a result, Aesearia mentally yelled to the being:
"Who are you? Where is this? Who do you work for? I have weapons and am not reluctant in the least to use them!"
The creature merely cocked its head sideways and began to flash and emit hissing sounds. Aesearia had only a split second to register the absurdity of this action before she was blasted off her feet.
Once more, she fell unconscious.