Starcraft: Reigns of War

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"talking"

Thoughts


First Contact


~ Kalimdor (Protoss camp) ~

"What has become of us?"

"I do not know, but we must wait patiently for our chance to escape my sisters".

Being conscious for some time now, the captured night elf patrol unit sat as they watched these foreign invaders set up camp on their lands. For these creatures were an absolute mystery to them as never in the thousands of years they had lived have they ever seen anything like them.

Aside from there unnatural physiology, there magic was unlike anything they have ever seen before. One of them crossing by was some sort of metal bug like creature as it appeared to have been floating right by them.

"How does it stay in the air? It has no wings". But soon enough, the night elves were startled as suddenly a blue like energy portal ripped open in front of them giving off a mesmerizing sight. Then seconds later, the blue rift settled as replacing it was a giant crystal surrounded by what they thought was a flotation ring. Moments after this structure emerged, it was almost as if the camp came alive as many lights and sounds buzzed all around them as if the buildings around them were coming alive. What they saw was unlike anything they've ever seen as the architecture of their buildings shared no similarity to any other culture they have come to learn of. Watching the camp grounds, these creatures appeared to have been hard at work as their alien language began to appear on their strange mirror like devices.

But seeing that they weren't in any kind of bindings, why couldn't they just make their escape now?

"What has happened?" asked one of the them as she soon sat rubbing her head to the headache she felt.

"We have been captured by the enemy" the night elf leader simply said as she continued watching the camp grounds.

"Why do we not try and escape my sisters? It is clear these barbarians underestimate us by not imprisoning us. So why do we not make our escape?"

Giving an example, the female night elf reached out her hand stopping as if touching a wall as a blue energy rippled just from the touch of her hand. "Whatever these fiends are, they employ extremely powerful magic. We have tried already to penetrate this defense. But to no avail, there have been no success".

"Then what are we to do?"

"Be patient, it is clear they underestimate us to which at that time we shall strike crippling their stronghold as then we'll make our escape".

Although the night elves whispered amongst themselves, it was in truth rather pointless as their thoughts were unguarded to the Protoss. With this being the fact, they might as well have been yelling out their conversation for all to hear.

In knowing their planning, Zeratul could only let out a mental sigh. For it was not his intention to take prisoners. However the last thing he needed was a whole army of these natives bearing down of them. But it was not his well being that he was concerned about, it was theirs. After getting a good understanding of them from the observers report of their culture and technology, if they were to attack they'd be running into a slaughter as their basic photon cannon defenses were more than enough to deal with them. Of course lesser races to themselves have proven that the level of technology won't dictate the victor. However these night elves were far too underdeveloped to understand their technology hence their inability to truly strategize against them. But seeing how old some of these individuals were, he hoped that they had far more developed listening skills in comparison to younger races when it came to being reasoned with. So approaching gaining the attention of the group, he spoke to the one that presented themself as the leader of the bunch. "I apologize for this inconvenience. I shall release you upon the completion of our objective".

The night elves showed shock at first but then settled after a moment. "What manner of creature are you? How it is that you are able to speak our native tongue?"

Seeing no real harm in answering this, "I am Zeratul and we are the Protoss. We are not actually speaking your language of Darnassian as I am directly communicating to language portion of your mind. It is an ability we Protoss have".

In observing this, it was rather obvious as these Protoss creatures didn't seem to have anything similar to a mouth which only made them slightly curious to how these creatures even functioned. However seeing one of them talk, it presented an opportunity for them to gather information on their supposed enemies. "I am Freja Moonblade of the night elves. Where do you come from? And for what reason have you come to our lands?"

Choosing his words carefully, "we traveled here from lands far away from where your ships can never reach. However we are unable to return home as our . . . . ships require a special mineral that can only be found here in Kalimdor".

"Then do you mean to harm the sacred trees of our land?" as the night elf glared at the Nerazim as if daring him to incur her wrath.

"It is unavoidable" was all Zeratul could say. Looking into the excavation data brought back by the observers, a rich vein of what they needed was buried underneath an acre of the forest area. Of course if they had the proper mining equipment, damaging the natural environment would not have been a issue as there targeting lasers could have just locked onto what they wanted to which there advanced warp technology could have beamed it directly out from the land or into digital storage in any format that they needed it to be. With their level of technology, probes weren't really needed for harvesting of any sort. However, tradition and customs of the old were a big part of the Protoss culture in doing things in the way of their forefathers. But seeing that they didn't have the proper technology nor could they synthesize it, they had to do this the old fashion way as they needed to clear the area while there probes got to work.

"Then do not expect leniency of any sort from my people" was all Freja had to say as she sat back down with her fellow patrol unit keeping silent indicating that they did not wish to talk any longer.

"Exalted one" said a zealot approaching Zeratul. "We have news of a battle going on!"

"Are we being engaged?"

"No, observers are watching the battle from a safe distance". Reading the report thoroughly, "those orcs are currently at siege with the outer defenses of the night elves forward base. But by the appearance alone, it would seem there base will not hold up much longer".

Peeking back seeing the strange window of light in the creature's hand, Freja jumped into attention along with all of her comrades. "Master Cenarius!" On the screen, their master was under attack by orcs who now had red skin as they savagely ravaged the defenses of their base as it was apparent that they would soon fall as they could no longer stand up to those horrid creatures. But what struck them more was how the demi-god they worshipped was barely holding the line against these fiends. Even with his incredible powers, the red orcs still continued to come in all there fury regardless of what stood in their way. "Release us immediately! We must go to their Defense!"

"You will not make it" said Zeratul simply. "Even if you were to race back the destinations is at best hours away on foot".

"I don't care! We have to try! Even if there is the slightest slimmer of hope, we must take it! So release us immediately!"

In feeling and seeing the desperation of these night elves, the dark templar prelate saw opportunity to which a deal could be struck. He didn't entirely understand the dynamics of what was going on. But from what their intelligence could gather, the orcs were the aggressors as they were invading the night elves lands. Considering the situation it was a bit underhanded to what he was about to ask. But desperate times called for desperate measures in relation to how few their numbers were. If the Protoss saved the leader of these natives, perhaps the mining process would go a lot more smoothly with either the assistance or non-interference in their work. So it was just a matter if they would accept it or not. "We shall release you and furthermore assist you on your cause. But on the condition that we may harvest one small part of your land".

Freja to say the least was disgusted to even consider such a deal. In most cases, any night elf in her shoes would have thrown this deal along with an arrow right back in his face. But seeing her sisters in trouble, it was something she had to swallow her pride no matter how distasteful it was. "Very well . . . ."

"Do we have your word and the word of your people?"

Giving a disgruntled look, "On my name Moonblade and the word of my people . . . . We will keep an open mind . . . ."

Zeratul looking to a zealot responded as he lowered the plasma shield imprisoning the night elves to which the individuals soon walked out from the confinement area.

"If we hurry now we might just make it!"

"Then we shall take this to get there" as a warp prism then lifted off as it hovered over the group of night elves and Protoss warriors.

Looking to the strange ship, Freja and her night elf patrol could only look to the ship with peculiarity. Of course by air they would get to their besieged base faster. But it was unlike any airship they have ever seen before compared to that of the gnomes and dwarves. Simply, "how are we supposed to board this ship?" as all they could see was a giant crystal floating over them. But in the next moment their bodies were then converted to pure energy as their structural data was imprinted onto the advanced memory crystal lattice core of the warp prism. Upon loading its passengers, the crystal core transport then flew off with two phoenix escorts as they would arrive to the battlefield shortly.


~ Ashenvale (several miles in) ~

"Do not yield! We will not taste defeat this day!"

"Revolting brutes!"

"Protect this area at all costs!"

"Be gone with you!" Cenarius shouted as several trees became animated in order to reinforce the front lines. But all they were good for now was buying time. Hours earlier when this siege started, these green skinned monsters could barely get past their hail of arrows, blades, and rock throwing tree artillery. But something changed about them. Now appearing in red skin, these monsters wreaked now of a malevolent evil aura he hadn't felt for centuries. With this change in them, these orcs were not only bigger but stronger and tougher too. Using their newly acquired abilities, these red skinned monstrosities were pile driving through their defenses as if nothing was there. Spotting a few archers and huntresses trying to fend off some enemies, the demigod now found himself occupied as one of the red brutes stood before him his weapon at the ready.

"I am Grom Hellscream and you shall meet your death today forest god!" as the orc axe weilder dashed at him with blinding speed.

But as impressive as his speed was, Cenarius was not the least bit phased from his centuries of battle with many enemies. So instantly, the centaur demi-god casted his tangling roots spell which captured his enemy stopping him in his tracks as Cenarius jumped onto his hind legs letting loose the full force of his front legs kicking the orc away.

Grinding against the ground for a few meters, Grom jumped back up seemingly unfazed wiping his chin giving a bit of an arrogant smirk. "Is that all the mighty Cenarius has to offer?" as he charged in once again.

The centaur demi-god was surprised at how easily his opponent shook off the attack as if it were nothing. Almost as if he were gauging his strength. So immediately going for his next spell to immobilize his adversary, it proved ineffective as the orc swordsmen easily evaded it or cut right through it. "I may have underestimated this foe" as Cenarius had no choice now but to face his enemy head on. So bringing several trees to life, they engaged him.

"Fool! Do you believe these tricks will protect you?" Grom roared as he easily cut down the wood summons left and right to which he then went straight for his intended target.

"I have defeated your kind once demon! And I shall do so once again!" To the best of his abilities, Cenarius fought back. However he was at a disadvantage with his two legged opponent due to his better mobility. Even though he had his thorn enchantment active, it didn't even in the slightest deter the red orc's assault as many cuts appeared on his skin. But still he continued to fight regardless of the damage. But after what seemed like an eternity of struggle, his opponent got the better of him.

Slashing at his legs bringing Cenarius to eye level with him, Grom sneered as he soon kicked the demi-god onto the ground. Then pointing his blade for a fatal strike, "this where you meet your end!" as he struck down.

Waiting for his inevitable end to come, it never did as it seemed something 'distorted' was standing between him and death. From this oddly distorted image, a yellowish green like blade had extended from him as it not only stopped the orc axemen's blade but melted it cleanly in half.

"What is the meaning of this?" raged Grom at seeing the state his war axe was in. Then in the next moment, the distorted image began to clear as before him now stood a creature he had never seen before.

Cenarius could not quite find the words to say as many thoughts protruded his mind. One thing, he found it demeaning that a lesser mortal creature had come to his aid to which he was thankful for at the same time. But just as curiously, he wasn't certain if this new creature was some sort of demon. But whatever he was, it was clad in black as it radiated power he had never felt before. Slowly getting back onto his legs, the centaur demi-god looked to the new arrival. "For what purpose have you come here stranger?"

Zeratul turned his head slightly looking back before returning his attention forward. "We have come . . . . To defend" to which just like that several nerazim appeared followed by several other Protoss as the tide of the battle was now about to change.

To be continued . . . .


Author's notes: Sorry for the late update as I've been very busy with life. So I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Also additionally I was curious if anyone could just give me the clip notes on Warcraft. I'm aware of the many aspects of it, but not the intimate details as it's been a while since I played.

Anyways thank you for taking the time in reading this fic to which I further extend my gratitude if you can review it as well.