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The Korpulu Sector was quiet. This in itself was unusual; a recent war had left millions dead on all sides and massive destruction to worlds across the sector. But now the dust had settled, and an uneasy silence had fallen across the most bloodthirsty of battlegrounds.
Arcturus Mengsk sat upon his throne, staring out the massive windows of his palace and onto his beautiful Dominion. The sun was rising, bathing the streets in a golden light. Mengsk thoughtfully rolled a cigar between his fingers, and thought on all he had acomplished. The Dominion had filled the power vacuum left by the fall of the Confederacy of Man, and was now established as the dominant Terran force in the sector.
The transition had been completed with minimal bloodshed, and peace was felt for the first time in years by the Terrans of the Korpulu Sector. Smiling slightly to himself, Mengsk pulled out an elaborate lighter and puffed repeatly on his cigar. He could feel a tension in the air, like the calm before the storm. He was nearly certain this peace would not last. With the Korpulu Sector, it never did. War was coming.
On Char, the Second Overmind slept. It was currently dormant, but would soon awaken. It slumbered, dreaming dark dreams of fire and fury as the Zerg eradicated all else. As the winds of Char swept ash upon and around its massive body, voices seemed to whisper on the wind. Voices that spoke of victory, domination, and war. War was coming.
On Shakuras, Raszagal contemplated on the future. From the reports, it seemed their wayward brethren on Auir had been decimated. The remaining 30 % of the Khalai population would seek shelter here. Raszagal was in two minds about this. On one hand, the fleeing protoss would draw the Zerg Swarm to Shakuras. The Dark Templar's generations of peace would be over. On the other, if she denied shelter to her estranged brethren she was no better than the narrow-minded Conclave, who had exiled the Dark Templar long ago.
Raszagal sighed. In the end, there was only one possible course of action. She would allow the Khalai into Shakuras. She would also prepare her people for war after ceturies of peace. For war was coming.
On Tarsonis, Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades, felt the same tension in the air. The Zerg, ever true to their nature , where the only species looking forward to the storm that was approaching. They lived to assimilate and exterminate, and war was the oppurtune time for both of the commandments of the Zerg to be furfilled. Kerrigan did not think much on the future. She was the future. All she needed to know was that her goals would be acheived throught war. For war was coming.
Amidst the depths of space, the final faction to stake their claim and their lives in the Korpulu Sector approached. The greatest armada man had ever assembled was warping through deep space. The mighty warships of the United Earth Directorate were dark and silent, their inhabitants frozen in cryogenic chambers by the millions. The souless machines continued onward, as they had for many years now. The men and women slept on, but even in their dreams they knew with more certainty than anyone else what was coming. War was coming.
The uncertain peace was ending. All sides amassed their forces to brave the coming storm. Amidst it all, generals and traitors, warriors and queens, vigilantes and dictators had begun to all come together to engage in the most glorious of undertakings: war.