I do not claim ownership of any persons in this work of Fiction with the sole exception of Fenix the non Protoss. Starcraft and all related items are owned by Blizzard.

Well here is it the Second Chapter, and I hope this will answer at least a few questions you have for me Creation. More will be revealed as I go.

Chapter 2

Fenix stared into the view port feeling slightly amused at the sight of stars passing by faster than the speed of light. The small fleet of cargo ships had been traveling in warp for about an hour and still had a good 2 more to go. His mental link with the navigation of his ship was still quiet and he had received no transmissions from his allies on other worlds. After all his time on Aiur he knew it was a matter of time before one or two of them would worry. His train of thought came to a halt as he was approached by Marshal Raynor. He had sized him up as Ex-military from the way he moved. In fact Fenix was more than surprised to see a stimulatory between Raynor and an old friend. "Yes Marshal?"

"Commander Tarot wanted to talk with you. We found a private place to talk."

"This rust bucket is bigger then I first realized, or you had to move a poor family into the airlock." Fenix said almost humorously as he stepped away from the cockpit.

"Prepare to be surprised. All these transports have special access rooms for traveling officers. Not that they get used very often." Raynor spoke in a grim tone that told Fenix all he needed to know about Military order for the Terrains.

"Very well, lead the way." Fenix tightened his cloak around himself and allowed him to be led through the mass of people. His eyes scanned all over the refuges. Faced drawn in from hunger and fear. Spreading out his aura just slightly, be began to pick up the thoughts and feelings of the humans he was surrounded by.

'Fear, anger, sorrow, and the shadowy sense of nothing, such negative emotions, is this reality so far gone that it can never be restored?' he asked himself. "Marshal, what is to become of these civilians?" He saw Raynor stop and turn his head slightly. His silence was all Fenix needed. "I see." Fenix reeled in his aura and made a mental note to make a special call when he returned to his ship. He continued to follow the Marshal and soon reached a heavy sealed door. The door opened and allowed the two men to enter. Immediately Fenix hated the room.

The room was not all that large over all. But still could have held about 10 people comfortably. The chairs were spaced far enough apart that you could just barely tap the shoulder of the guy next to you. A large table filled the middle of the room.

"Ah Fenix, welcome; please have a seat." Commander Tarot pointed to a chair across from him. "Marshal, please close the door." Raynor did as was told but Fenix politely refused.

"I will stand commander, if you do not mind." He leaned up against the wall and folded his arms over his chest. This caused his cloak to open and show the armor he wore. "I was told you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes. I was just curious about you. After that display you showed on Mar Sara, I really just wanted to know how dangerous you are." The commander's change of tone was a little disturbing to Fenix. However, he was expecting this conversation ever since he and Porsche's Pod had landed on that planet. "I can tell you that I have seen many things in my years as a commander. But I have yet to encounter something as…unique as you."

Fenix closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a little annoyed at being called a 'something' instead of a 'someone' but couldn't really find it in his heart to blame the human. "To be blunt; I can almost guarantee that you will never encounter anyone like myself ever again. Forgoing any reason I may have to ask for help from some of my allies in other worlds. Of course I will refrain from doing that as long as possible as I still have no idea why I was requested here in the first place." He pulled his aura tight around him and took another breath. "However I feel this conversation will go quicker if you ask the questions."

"Excuse me commander." Raynor spoke up. "But what exactly happened on Mar Sara?" Jim had been told the basics but nothing about what happened to the Zerg that was supposed to be attacking the refuges.

"Allow me." Fenix's smile grew wide as he recalled the vengeance he took for his fallen friend.

The Solemn Heaven began to shine brightly as he impaled Zerg left and right. Finally he felt the weapons begin to shake with the sheer amount of power he had focused into them. "Take this!" He threw his arms to the side as the blades split down the middle breaking into two smaller blades on each arm. The glow intensified "Sol Embrace" Suddenly the heat of the sun itself could be felt as a beam of pure energy shot out from either side reaching its max range of 2 miles before Fenix began to cross his arms in front of him, the beams following the path of the open blades. As he finished, his arms and the weapons in a flat X in front of him he looked over the damage. The beams had been so powerful that the ground in front and to either side of him was channeled down 3 feet. The ashes of the incinerated aliens floated just above his head. Fenix pulled his arms back and two very large geysers of steam and residual heat shot out behind him scorching the earth behind him pitch black. He turned around and slumped down to one knee. For a moment he felt his entire body give out. But he stood up anyway and began walking back to the base. The Buso Renkin back in its Kakugane form latched on to his cloak.

"You also have to remember that I just got my power back." Fenix fingered the pendent around his neck. "So I was not at my best. Using up all the power made it impossible to use anymore magics or abilities. At least until I have had a full rest cycle." He looked over the two men in the room. The commander had already seen his little light show. So Fenix assumed the dumbstruck look on his face was more towards his comment about how he was able to do more than that. Raynor on the other hand had the whole 'Deer caught in headlights' looks about him.

"Also I ask that you remember that after I have contact with my ship there is a good chance that you will never see me again. Unless something comes up that requires my attention."

At this point Raynor managed to regain some of his composure. "So that's it then? You show up for a bit, save a bunch of people and then just leave?"

Fenix glared at what Raynor was insinuating. He let his aura flare for a moment creating a seal barrier around the room, preventing anyone outside of the room from listening in. "One of the rules I am SUPPOSED to follow state that as a Guardian, I am not allowed to directly influence any realm unless my personal survival is at risk and even then it must be for a more legitimate reason such as saving those refugees." He took a calming breath "Because I am without sufficient Mana my ship is the only way for me to have any contact with my allies in other realms. And it may not seem like much to you considering what I have seen here. But I do have a home and several people that depend on me for support in case something goes wrong." And indeed Fenix could only imagine what his 'uncle' had in store for him for not reporting in for 3 years.

Tarot had been silent listening to everything Fenix had said. "Very well." He stood and walked up to Fenix. "I hope you will forgive an old man for doubting you…but if it was not for what I had witnessed I would have to say that I don't believe you." Fenix shook the hand of the terrain Commander and smiled. "I may be able to do a lot of things but I would never deceive someone as honest as yourself or the Marshal. I do have a code of Honor."

The Commander looked Fenix in the eye. "But I still have to ask. Do you really intend to just up and leave?"

Fenix felt his eye twitch and wondered not for the first time if this man had any Psychic abilities. "Commander, from what I have seen just in the past few hours; I can honestly say that for me to do that would violate the teachings of the only 2 beings in the world I fully respected." And in the moment Fenix wondered just how his adoptive parents would feel about him abandoning people in need of aid. His mother would crush him wordlessly with Guilt, and his father would reteach Fenix how to wield a sword…with him as the target.

"But I cannot make that decision without consulting with my friends." Fenix turned away not wanting the men to see the truth in his eyes. "This is not the only realm that I have seen faced with such…Darkness."

The Protoss that he was with during his capture had told him much of the history of their race, and the origin of themselves and the Zerg. Why did the Xel'naga, Divine ones in their own right, create a race with the sole purpose of assimilation of everything? Fenix would have continued thinking if it wasn't for a feeling that crept up in his head. He dropped his barrier and went to the table, letting his natural control over digital space lead him to the comm. unit on the table. "Pilot, is there anything on the radar?" White noise filled the room for a moment before the pilot responded. "Yes sir, contacts at maximum range. Transponder signals are non-terrain."

"Damn!" Fenix swore loudly he opened the door and looked back to the humans. "Forgive me commander, but I think we might have a problem," and before either man could ask Fenix had burst out of the room and was pushing soldiers and cilivans alike aside as he made his way to the cockpit. As he burst into the small room, he looked out into the darkness of space with more than just his eyes, In his mind's eye he saw several ships made with a slick design unlike the bulky 'space saving' design of the terrain ships. A small fleet of 5 ships, 2 of which Fenix reconigise immediately; The carrier ship Archon Heart, and the fighter ship of the only Protoss to make Fenix feel like he knew more then he let on. High Templar Uldaman. "Damn, Damn DAMN!" Fenix cursed "How did they track me?" he reached into a pouch on his hip, and pulled out a small device that resembled a 20th century flip cell phone. He used his thumb to open it and looked at the screen. Runes and symbols known only to Fenix and a very select few others began to float over the small window. He closed the device and replaced it. He grinned in frustration and looked at the pilot. "Open an comm channel with the lead ship." Fenix rattled off a series of numbers, The pilot confused and frightened from the sudden alien ships began to do as was told falling back to the Training she was forced to undergo. In moments an image of the Protoss High Templar popped up in front of Fenix.

"En Taro Adun, High Templar" Fenix spoke in the most calm voice he could produce in stark contrast to his earlier actions. "To what purpose do I owe this sudden visit?" He was a little surprised when the Templar showed confusion in his aged eyes.

"EnTaro Adun, Servant Kimiaya" Fenix was unable to hide the twitch if his eyes at his title for the Protoss. "I was told you were consumed by the Zerg Swarms after your escape from Aiur and the Conclave." The Protoss spoke through the mental link that all Protoss possess. "Tell me, what has become of your Lady?"

"She has fallen prey to the same Swarm that you assumed me of dying of." His voice flat and emotionless. "I was able to survive by my unique biology and took my vengeance moments after my recovery." The Protoss was silent. "Before her death, she released my limiter and requested I find her Life Mate." Fenix gripped the pendent around his neck. "However at the moment I have taken the responsibility of ensuring these humans reach safety. If your escorts turn to be hostile, I will defend them." A bluff as Fenix was unable to fight in any way much less in space without his ship but even the Protoss would not know the extent of his loss of power.

"We have received no orders concerning you. After your…departure, few felt you were worthy of chase. I am Honor bound to report you to the Conclave."

"I will speak with them of my own accord when my current assignment is complete. You may inform the Conclave of the loss of Porche, I am sure that Master Templar Tassadar would want to hear of his loss so he may mourn her."

The Templar nodded. "It will be done. Should the Conclave require you-"

"I will be in touch." Fenix interrupted. "For the moment I would ask you remove your ships so I may complete my mission." Uldaman spoke to his men and turned back to Fenix. "May our next meeting be as civil. May Aiur watch over you."

"And you High Templar." Fenix motioned to the pilot to cut the feed. And as the image of the Protoss faded, he leaned back against the door frame. "Good god." He began to laugh at his luck. "Tassadar is going to kill me." Shaking off the feeling of humorist dread he took note of the ships position. He pulled out the device in his hip pouch once more, and waited till the Protoss ship had returned to hyperspace before sending out a signal. "Pilot, let the other ships know to stand-by, our escort will be arriving soon." Not even bothering to listen to the pilot's response, he returned to the main hold and squeezed in between a pair of marines still in their combat suits. He closed his eyes and let his mind wonder.

AN: I cannot say that I am completely happy with this one. If you haven't noticed I tend to suck at self-made dialogue. Not to mention that I'm sure it;'s a little confusing to read as people tend to be OOC. If ANYONE would like to tell me a way to make this better, I will do what I can to edit it later. AS for now I am going to work on the next one, where we will meet a couple of Fenix's allies in other worlds and maybe even see more of Fenix's OP-ness. If anyone needs me to clarify Fenix's specific powers used in this chapter I will do so. The next chapter will have more of an explantion for what he can do. Till next time this is Fenix-of-the-Light Signing off.