About an hour after May's interesting conversation with Matilda, three cars appeared in the distance. Most people would only be able to see the headlights of the lead car, but May's eyes could pierce through the dark night and see the three cars distinctly.
"Finally." May muttered to herself. She had been waiting for quite some time. She did not know how long exactly, but that did not matter. What did matter was that she was ready to begin negotiations, and there had been nobody to negotiate with. Though annoyed, she could not blame anyone for her long wait. Regular people could not fly wherever they wanted without a vehicle.
Why didn't the person who she would be talking to take a helicopter? She wondered. Probably the same reason a military attack helicopter had followed her to the warehouse. She was viewed as a potential threat.
Eventually, the three identical cars reached the warehouse and parked near the building. Five men stepped out of the three cars, two from the first two cars and one from the third. The man who got out of the drivers seat in the third car walked around to the back door and opened it.
The man who stepped out of the car appeared to be in his mid sixties. He had mostly grey hair, and he wore rimless glasses. He was dressed in a formal military uniform with various pins and medals that likely denoted his rank and any awards he had received. As the man stood, May noticed that he was somewhat short compared to everyone around him.
Someone handed the man a megaphone an he approached, but did not get near, May.
"Hello. My name is Amos Yadlin. You claim to want to make an exchange with Israel, correct?"
"Correct."
"What is the nature of this exchange?"
"I help you defend your country against I.S.I.S., and in return, Israel recognizes Broodland as a nation."
"Broodland?"
"The name isn't permanent, but it is easier to call it Broodland than to call it its official name."
"Which is?"
"The Marie Byrd Land in Antarctica."
"Indeed. How much support should we be able to expect from the...your people?"
"I can't simply explain our capabilities. There would be too much to say. I think that it would be better to demonstrate what we are capable of. We are called the Zerg by the way."
"When and where could this demonstration take place?"
"Here and now."
"You plan on demonstrating your military's capabilities by yourself?"
"Yes and no. Watch."
May closed her eyes and searched through the Zerg DNA wit her mind. When she found the Zergling DNA that she was looking for, she was surprised to find that the DNA seemed to have three distinct permutations, two of which she had never seen before. One was of regular Zergling DNA, but the other two were slightly altered. She took the regular Zergling DNA and left the altered DNA for later.
May opened her eyes and lifted her front right leg to a position that mimicked holding something. She pulled the Zergling DNA into the real world, and a small larvae, covered in a ball of a mucus-like substance, appeared in her claws. She set it down, and it began to grow and change into something resembling a Zergling. About thirty seconds later, the Zergling was complete. It shook the remaining mucus off of it and cried a screech of excitement.
"This is a Zergling. It is the backbone of the Zerg." May said.
She looked around at the surprised faces around her. The soldiers that had been there when she arrived were now pointing their rifles at her and her Zergling. After several tense moments, Amos spoke up.
"How did you do that?" He asked.
"I used the Zergling DNA to create a Zergling. The process requires biomass, but there is no need to explain how the Zerg operates as a whole. The Zergling is the most numerous Zerg soldier, and it is also the fastest to produce. It does well against lightly armored enemies such as infantry. They can be used as scouts, but they also excel when hunting in large packs."
There were several moments of awkward silence.
"How many of these things do you have?"
May took a quick census of her swarm. She had about one thousand five hundred Zerglings, about seven hundred Roaches, almost four hundred Hydralisks, and exactly one hundred Swarm Hosts.
"I have well over a thousand Zerglings, but there are more types of Zerg than just Zerglings."
"How could a thousand of these ugly things help against an enemy nearly one hundred thousand strong?"
"Shoot it in the head if you don't think that it would stand a chance against a single soldier."
Amos looked at her like she was crazy.
"I am serious. Shoot it in the head." May said again while stepping away from the Zergling.
Amos motioned to the soldier nearest to him. The soldier stepped foreword, and all of the soldiers behind the Zergling moved out of the way. A moment later, he raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired a single shot.
The Zergling's head jerked slightly at the impact of the bullet, but otherwise, it did not move.
Several soldiers chuckled thinking that the he had missed the Zergling in front of him. He fired two more shots, but this time at the body. Again, the Zergling barely moved. The snickers stopped as the soldiers realized that the bullets had in fact hit the Zergling. One shot missing could be explained, but out of three shots, a person with minimal training would have easily hit the Zergling. The beast was shrugging off bullets, or so it appeared. In reality, its armor was damaged a decent amount. It could likely take two more shots to the head, but no more.
The soldier lowered his rifle, backed up, and had a quick conversation with Amos in Hebrew.
"What do you want in return for your military support?" Amos asked May after speaking to the soldier who shot the Zergling.
"I want Israel to recognize the Zerg as a nation occupying the entirety of the Marie Byrd Land."
"What else?"
"That's all. It is very important to us."
"So, Israel recognizes the Zerg nation, and you help us fight I.S.I.S.?"
"Correct."
"I will have someone contact the Prime Minister and we will decide from there. Until then, I have many questions that may need to be answered before a decision can be made."
"Alright."
"Why don't we step inside, I think that everyone will be more comfortable."
Apparently, someone got the clue to open the large warehouse door for May, for it began opening.
Everyone, including May, made for the warehouse, and inside of the warehouse, there was...nothing. The warehouse was completely empty. May had expected something, anything, to be in the warehouse. Military equipment, or even civilian merchandise, but there was nothing. Just a large, well lit, empty room with a concrete floor.
"Why do you have an empty warehouse in the middle of nowhere?" May asked Amos. Amos had put away the megaphone and was walking about six yards ahead of May.
"We used to store weapons and ammunition here, but once the war started, everything was removed. Even the shelves were taken out and sold to provide money for the war effort."
"Oh." Was all she could think to say. She hoped that the Israelis had more places like this one, but full.
The group of several soldiers, Amos, and May with her Zergling reached the corner of the warehouse, and began making themselves comfortable. At least, May made herself comfortable. Nobody else was keen on relaxing around the Zergling.
"I don't think you ever told me your name." Amos commented.
"That is because I have no name."
"No name?"
"I hatched less than an hour ago."
"Okay...right. Then what do I call you?"
"Would you like to give me a name?"
"I think that it would be better if you were to make a name for yourself."
"Okay. I told the people on the beach to call me dragon, so I will keep that."
Amos nodded his head.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"So, what are you within the Zerg government? Are you an ambassador or something?" Amos asked as he leaned against the wall slightly.
"I am the queen of the Zerg."
Amos' eyebrows rose. "Okay. I wasn't expecting that."
"Yeah, I imagine not."
Amos snapped out of the temporary surprise of this new information. "Where did the Zerg come from? You mentioned the Marie Byrd Lands and having your nation there, but did you come from there? I have never seen anything like you before. Nobody has."
"Neither have I. I cannot say where the Zerg came from. I don't even know where I came from." May replied with what was technically the truth.
"You mentioned types of Zerg other than Zerglings. What other types are there?"
"Would you like me to show you, or tell you?"
Amos looked around to the other humans in the warehouse, and all of them seemed conflicted. They wanted to know about their would-be allies, but they were not sure where they stood in terms of an alliance.
Amos, deciding that Israel needed to have knowledge more than his men needed to be comfortable, replied for everyone in the building. "Show us."
May nodded her large dragonic head and closed her eyes to search through the Zerg DNA. She maneuvered to the Roach DNA, and, like the Zergling DNA earlier, found three distinctly different strains of Roach. Could this have been here all along? She didn't have time to explore right now. She needed the general strain of Roach. She took the strands of Roach DNA that she needed, and opened her eyes.
With the beginnings of a Roach in her talons, May pumped biomass into the creature, and placed the Roach on the ground about halfway through the process. Within a minute, the Roach was fully grown. It shook itself off and screeched in an eagerness to kill.
"This is a Roach." May began to explain. "Roaches have much better armor than Zerglings. While Zerglings bite and claw at their opponents, Roaches spit highly corrosive acid that eats through almost anything. Roaches can also burrow themselves into the ground and tunnel through the earth."
"These are tougher than Zerglings?"
"Zerglings are the smallest and easiest to kill of all of the Zerg, excluding Broodlings, but I don't think they count."
"What other kinds of Zerg are there?"
"I would show you more, but the process of hatching Zerg from scratch is far less efficient than hatching them from Larvae. Larvae can morph into most Zerg creatures and are produced at Hatcheries, Lairs, and Hives. These three structures are large biological buildings that act as the heart of the Zerg."
"Biological buildings?"
"They cannot move, but they are not plants. You'll just have to see one sometime."
Amos chuckled, "I do not plan on going to Antarctica any time soon."
"We have a foreword base in Iraq also. You could visit sometime."
"How long have you occupied Iraq?" Amos asked, being caught slightly off guard. Had these strange creatures begun an invasion without knowing if they would receive support? If so, then was their motivation for helping Israel really to gain political recognition?
"For about three days before my egg appeared."
"How do you know that if you were not alive then?"
"I was alive before I entered my egg, but I had a different form."
"Could you explain?"
"Yes and no. I had a different body, but for security, I cannot tell you what that body looked like."
"Okay." Amos took a moment to consider a new question. "How many types of Zerg are there?"
May continued to answer various questions about the Zerg throughout the night. Naturally, Amos wanted to know as much about them as possible. Little did May know that their conversation was being broadcast to the five members of Israel's War Cabinet.
