Thank you for your patience my fellow readers, I'm currently in college right now and I'm in a job with Fry's as a bagger which is a whole lot more beneficial than it sounds. I also have minor writers block but not to the point to where I don't know what to write for the next few chapters just the little details in between. This may take a lot out of my time for these stories but only at varying lengths of delay rather than a total halt so don't worry. Now onto the story my fellow fanfic readers and authors.


Chapter 3: The First Contact

Talac'al walks down the gold plated hallway of the protoss facility as doubt rages through his thoughts. This doubt stems from executor Malikan's choice to negotiate with some terrans that have newly arrived on Makar rather than engaging them in combat. He is aware of the aid of the terrans known as Raynor's Raiders of escaping from Aiur and has grown to respect them with his numerous interactions with them. However, he had seen his fair share of terrans that deceived their way to the top and to live at the cost of their own brethren's wellbeing. The executor is too naive to see this and believes that all tarrens can be reasoned with and become his allies.

He is young for a lower class executor and even for a high templar at the age of only 291 years. He sees the potential in him of becoming a great warrior and leader but he has much to learn until then. That is why the praetor was assigned as his mentor being much older and more experience than him. In fact he is the eldest of the protoss here at the age of 543 years old and because of that he naturally leeds the forces here. It was only recently that he relinquished command to Malikan so he can be further accustomed to his position as an executor.

But he never expected these terrans to arrive when they did, but for now he has to follow his command as usual but he will also take precautions in case the new arrivals do serve with hostile intent, even at the defiance of the young protoss' order.

While in his thoughts he reaches the exit door of the facility and it automatically opens just before he reaches the space that the door once resided in. He steps onto the grassy field of the base with two other buildings on either side of him. He then catches sight of some zealots training with each other while another observes the duel. It comforts him to know that his brethren are still honing their skills even when they are so far away from the battlefield.

He would check on them and add his critique under normal circumstances but he has an objective to accomplish and so he looks to his right towards another building, a huge, dome-like structure that house the Rangers, or more like their storage and hangout for them since it's not where they actually live in, there's various other barracks for them exclusively.

He makes his way to the structure and as the door opens it reveals one large room with scattered groups consisting of marines, firebats, medics, and even a couple of young zealots that took an interest in them when they arrived. They seem to be well integrated into their social structure with how used the terrans are with them being around. He appreciates the accepting nature of these terrans, but unlike Malikan he doesn't believe that all tarrens are like this especially with the history the two races share.

The zealot scans the room in search for a particular terran, looking past the various supplies and vehicles such as goliaths, siege tanks, vultures, and a couple of dropships. It took him a minute or so but eventually he finds who he was looking for: General Marcow of Raynor's Raiders. He's talking with a couple of marines and a medic in his own gray and blue power armour. Talac'al approaches the group quickly garnering their attention with all but the general having a slightly concerned face upon seeing him.

"Hey Talac'al, what brings you here?" Marcow asked. The praetor internally scoffed at the brown hair terran's response as he's always so informal around him to the point of being irritating.

"Executor Malikan needs your services, I will explain on our way there."

"Alright then, sorry guys but duty calls." He says farewell to his fellow soldiers and goes along with the protoss out of the building.


The pair make their way through the corridors of the main facility as the praetor explains the situation at hand.

"Malikan thinks that if a tarren were to talk with them beside him then they would be less hostile towards us. That's where you come in." Talac'al explained.

"So you want me to sweet talk to them for you then?" Marcow responds.

"Essentially." He deadpans. The zealot can never understand how the executor can get along with his sort of character.

"It's been a while since I came in contact with anybody else besides everyone here. But I have one question..." In an instant his tone had turned an one eighty catching Talac'al off guard as the terran's green eyes took a much more serious expression. "...Do these humans happen to be Confederate?"

The protoss had to recompile himself a little bit before answering "I do think so, their insignia matches what I've seen on the battlefield in the past."

"Well, this might a little difficult, the Confederacy is known to be stubborn and is frankly a giant asshole in my opinion."

"That might not be the case as with their current condition."

"Maybe, we'll just have to see about that." It was then they come across another door leading towards the building's equivalent of a command center which opens to reveal Malikan standing, or rather floating, there as if waiting for the pair.

"Greetings friend Marcow, I do believe you had a pleasant day today." Malikan greets.

"As pleasant as it can get around here executor." The terran responded in his usual light hearted personality in an instant. Talac'al still can't understand how this terran works at all sometimes.

"Did he fill you in on your task?"

"Yes he did."

"Then you are ready for it then?"

"I'm even dressed for the occasion."

"Then let's go on our way then." The executor takes the lead as the trio make their way back down the hallway towards the hanger.


Upon the green surface of the unknown planet the lone battlecruiser Sanctum sits within a clearing of a forest with beams of sunlight hitting its partly ruined surface. With it are two highly strewn out lines of around eleven SCVs collecting minerals from a large natural mineral patch. Along the trail are around ten marines dotted across path standing guard for any sort of threat.

Up within the bridge of the ship captain Draco looks over the mining operation in silence outside the noise created by the crew members. He did so for about a half an hour or so and so far readings have indicated that they have collected approximately 10,432 units of minerals from the area. It isn't enough to repair everything, especially without any vespene gas, but it's a good start with getting the hulls of both space vessels patched up.

The thing is that this has all gone smoothly as of now with next to no activity in the area at all beside their own. At this rate they may actually set up a permanent base here and build from there. After all, they don't even know if the Confederacy still exists at all.

"Captain!" A crew member calls out.

"What is it?" Draco replied.

"We're getting hailed by someone, it's protoss sir!" This surprised the captain, but his surprise soon turns to dread as the realization sets in. He needs to do something and fast.

"Bring them up." A green monitor then appears in front of him in a brief moment of silence before yet another unexpected sight appears: a image of a tarren marine in dark blue armour.

"Hey there, name's Marcow of Raynor's Raiders. We've taken notice of your ship and me and a friend of mine are on our way." Marcow's statement was followed by an image of a protoss appearing, pushing the other image to the side.

"Greetings, I am executor Malikan, commander of the protoss here on Makar. We come to you baring no aggression towards you, in fact we would like to talk to you." The protoss now known as Malikan said. This has the captain confused for many reasons. One such is that the protoss are aligned with tarrens now, he never imagined them even considering allying with the likes of humans hearing of how prideful they are, especially from the subjects back when the station was still completely operational.

But considering their current dilemma the captain decided to keep himself compose and went along with them. "This is caption Draco Kartinas of the Sanctum. This is quite unexpected, we didn't expect to find anyone out this far."

"Perhaps so from the look of your damaged equipment our observers caught. But again do not threat as we harbor no aggression towards you."

"If what you say is the truth then where do you want to meet?"

"Right outside your ship if that is fine with you." Draco gave it some thought, considering every risk involved in this action. He would rule in deception if it wasn't for a fact that protoss are often a straightforward race from the reports he received while he was away. After a while longer he comes to a conclusion.

"I'll take you up on your offer."

"Then I will meet you in a few minutes then, tarren." The screen shrinks back into the console leaving the disgruntled captain with his crew in a deafening silence. Draco looks around to see all the worried faces of each person staring back at him, praying for an answer to this recent development.

He knows this and so he addresses his subordinates "As we all have just witnessed we are no longer alone, and in the presence of the Protoss nonetheless. But this will not change our course of action, resume your duties everyone, I will handle the diplomacy." He then walks out of the bridge and as soon as the door closes behind him he took a moment to pinch his brow in frustration and fear.

Now they have been noticed by the most advanced race in the Kaproulu sector while in a state that can't even hold off a small zerg invasion. He will need to be careful if he wants any hope of gaining any more time to gather resources here and making it out alive. He's at least a little grateful that they were given this opportunity in the first place.


This is quite the predicament captain Draco is in isn't it? Well let's just see how this'll go.

Now time to respond to you magnificent readers:

Adriani268: Why thank you man :)

For the stasis cells scene I just thought that it would be cool to give my impression on how it's like in one from the hybrid's point of view.

Consort: That's my bad, I accidently called the previous chapter chapter 3 since I forgot to change the chapter 1 name to prologue since that's what it was supposed to be starting the chain. I didn't pay attention to how the website labeled the chapter chapter 3. What you saw was the correction I made immediately after discovering this mistake. So whoops :P.

For Ares, he isn't a capable combatant at this point in his life. But Janusar and Chronos are capable of fending for themselves with the former being the brains while the latter being the brawn. Also this is during the Wings of Liberty as of now.

As for how they will escape exactly I will leave that to your imagination. (And yes, three units (Chronos included) alone on a protoss planet are not going to have a pleasant time.)

With that out of the way I hope that all of you readers and authors have a great day or night wherever you are.