Rallen's POV
The shimmer on the cliff suddenly faded into a woman in a white and silver suit as a Vilaseer floated down to help out a group of stranded workers. The woman, knowing she'd been revealed, acrobatically flipped up onto the ledge Jeena and I were standing on and pulled a knife on the two of us.
"So you're the leaders of this zerg infestation!" the strange woman accused. She jabbed the knife forward, but Jeena managed to leap out of the way and cling to the wall behind her. I sent the usual thought message that would ordinarily pull out my Pepe Sword. My entire right forearm morphed into the right wing of a Pepethrax. I'd gotten used to these kinds of surprises, so I just rolled with it and aimed my wing threateningly at the woman.
"Wait!" Jeena shouted to the woman, who'd spun around and aimed a ling blaster of some sort at my head. "I don't think we're the ones you're looking for."
The woman, Jeena, and I climbed back up to the surface, above the ruined colony, and situated ourselves somewhere off the Luminous Creep (that's the name Jeena decided on the Creep produced by the ruin-structures that spectrobe-drones build) to have a calm conversation about our present situation.
"Why the hell should I believe a zerg?" The woman grunted when Jeena finished briefly explaining our situation.
"Because we don't have any zerg forces," I said in agitation. "Because we're presently trying to rescue the inhabitants of the colony the REAL zerg brood destroyed. Because we're not trying to kill or infest you."
Jeena gave me the "shut up" look, so I stopped giving perfectly logical reasons for why we were who we said we were. She then turned to our oddly dressed guest, "I apologize for my partner's less than agreeable attitude. Let's try to redo this whole mess of an introduction. I'm Jeena, and this is my partner, Rallen. We're former Nanairo Planetary Patrol officers. You are?"
"My name's November Terra, you can call me Nova" The woman in white explained. "My business isn't important, and I don't have a past."
After a lot of explaining, We told Nova our entire story since the zerg arrived, and she said almost nothing except that she was here to help.
"You can start by helping us evacuate the colony. The entire structure collapsed, so we can't airlift the trapped people in the lower tiers. If each of us three takes a different route down, we can have our Nidus network get them to safety," Jeena explained. Perhaps this section should have been in her POV since I barely did anything of great importance.
Prince of Stones's POV
Since my latest blunder on Nessa, My Queen has assigned me a long series of dauntingly simple tasks (until now). Now she's finally given me an off-world task. I am to set up a second colony inside of Ziba so that we may take it over from the inside out. I originally thought this to be an insane idea, but then I recalled that Ziba is split in half. The center of this split would be a perfect place for a base to rise.
Taking only seven drones and my four pets, as the Queen called them, I departed for Ziba on an overlord. Jumping into hyperspace, we managed to avoid detection by the NPP and bypass the dangerous magnetic field encircling the planet and its moons. We landed safely in the planet's solid interior, and I immediately commanded the drones to scout around for a suitable mineral field to build a hatchery by. Not ten minutes later, I was sent a psionic message by one of the drones saying it had found a large cluster of mineral fields. I set up a mental link to its sight and saw something I'd only heard about from My Queen. I saw a Protoss Nexus.
The other drones, my creations, and I quickly made our way to where the other drone was scouting. I looked over the group of Protoss structures standing tall over thirteen mineral fields and three vespene geysers. There was, however, something different about these structures from the mental images The Queen of Blades had shown me. I seemed to remember Protus structures being made of gold and containing all sorts of hyperspace gateways. These buildings were closed brick structures with red, green, and blue lines and shapes covering their walls and decorations.
There was no more time to waste. I had to create this new base and overtake the Protoss forces before they could get a firm hold on this planet and stop the infestation of this system. I looked up and saw a mineral field some distance from our present location on the opposite face of the planet's interior. I assumed that gravity wouldn't function the same way in the center of a magnetic planet, so I jumped with all my leg strength up towards the other face. Mid-jump, I spun 180 degrees so that my feet were facing the other half of Ziba. I landed safely on the other side of the quarter-mile gap between the planets. This is the kind of thing that makes me grateful for my powerful zerg body. A human could never have made that jump.
Commander Grant's POV
Our fleet hovered over Nessa's sandy surface, poised to attack. Our scouts had recently discovered a pile of ruble on Nessa where the Colony once stood, and an army of zerg forces had gathered around the ruins. The only reason our ships were not told to attack on sight was the fact that the swarm was providing aid for the trapped miners, rather than killing them on sight, as had been our previous experience with the zerg.
"Attention unidentified Zerg faction," our flagship's captain shouted through his interior-to-exterior communicator, "you are trespassing on human territory. Leave immediately and we will not use force. Any violent actions on your part will be met in kind." I considered informing this captain that the entire star system was human territory, but I let it slide, as I knew he would reply with some pompous remark as usual.
A gigantic beetle with two unusually large claws hanging below its torso fluttered into view. It landed on the nose of our war cruiser (a much more aggressive version of a patrol cruiser) and two humanoid figures hopped off its back. The captain called for all turrets to be locked and ready if these three became hostile.
"Nice to see you too, Captain Hurshell," one of the two smaller beings said as it walked up to the window. As this figure came closer, his features were revealed. He had bright orange hair that was parted at the front, he had a massive right arm that emitted a glow from the wrist, and his lips were pulled back in a ridiculously cocky grin. "Is the Commander onboard?"
"Rallen?" Hurshell and I exclaimed simultaneously.
"Can you let us in?" the other figure, who we couldn't see as it had not stepped forward, asked. "It's really cold up here."
The two people met me just outside the decompression chambers, where they'd been let in, and I led them to the interrogation room (keep in mind, this is a police ship). I still didn't recognize the strange girl with Rallen. She had yellow hair pulled up in a ponytail and was wearing an odd white jumpsuit with silvery metal armor covering her in necessary locations. She also had a pair of primitive-looking night-vision goggles resting on her head. I sat down across the table from them and asked the first question that came to mind. "What's your connection to the main Zerg force?"
"That's a nice, warm welcome after all that time," Rallen said indignantly.
The woman ignored her associate and informed me, "This swarm is the primary brood's secondary enemy in this system. Their primary enemy is the NPP, who I assume you are in charge of."
"Interesting… and who, exactly, are you?" I asked skeptically.
"I am November Terra, Ghost operative. I am the only aid the Dominion will be sending to this system."
"Oh, so you're N.T.," I said, making the connection, "well, I would welcome you aboard our ship, but there are still quite a few things I need to ask you." She just nodded and I asked my next question. "In this note you left us, you said the Dominion did not want to assist us any further because we were obviously associated with the 'Protoss.' Not one member of the NPP had any idea of who the Protoss were when we asked around. Who are they and why does their existence negatively affect our relationship with the other humans in the universe?"
"I have no memory of any note," she simply replied. I slid the slip of paper across the table. "That is my handwriting, and that is my signature, but I do not have any memory of writing this note." Both Rallen and I looked at her strangely, probably for different reasons. "Perhaps I should explain. Ghost operatives are Special Forces units that are trained thoroughly since a very young age to be powerful psionic warriors. Once our training is complete, we begin our missions. After each mission is completed, we have our memory erased back to the point of completing our training. I may well have written that note in a previous mission, but I do not remember it."
"Why are you telling him all this? You told us you couldn't explain any further," Rallen asked November.
"This man is of a higher authority than you because he has authority over you. Besides, I did not tell any specific details. These sorts of things are common knowledge in the Koprulu Sector," She replied in the same matter-of-fact tone he'd been using the whole time. I could tell this briefing would go by pretty quickly If I stuck with asking November the questions, as to avoid Rallen's sarcasm.
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