Other Worlds: The Chronicles.

Chapter One. The Visitor.

'Ah, It's time for us to escape this planet for once. I'm sick of their teachings to us, I think
I'll like fighting for myself for once...' thought the young Xelius.

'Ah, but didn't you like Derass' lecture today, Xelius?' the content Jirog thought back to him,
he was the only one who hated the idea of going out alone.
"Det'Aniel, how will we escape?" he asked, hoping he wouldn't be able to think of something,
and that he would give up like he usually does.

"I already have it thought out," he answered, shattering Jirog's hopes now...
"Xelius will get on board a Carrier, his crew will follow, and that's Xelius' Carrier.
I'll get on a Scout, Sirok an Arbiter, and you..."
"Don't worry... I'll take a Scout as well..." he answered, his hopes of becoming
I highly respected Templar were shattered, just because his friends wanted him
to accompany him on the 'adventure' and all that crap...

He wanted to follow his own dreams, yet, still at the same time, help his friends.
He didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that he was stuck going
with them, although he couldn't think of the reason why... For now...

"Jirog, for crying out loud, quit trying to get out of it and go to sleep!" complained Xelius...
"He's trying to get out of it?" asked Det'Aniel, curious as of why,
"Tell me everything, Jirog."

Finally! His chance!

"Well... I want to become a Templar. And, you know, uh, at the same time,
I want to go with you... But most of me, wants to become a Templar, of course,
but I feel this... urging and tugging at my heart, that I wanna go... with you..."

Of course, his feelings about becoming a Templar would have been destroyed long ago...
If it weren't for his father's last words...
He could see the scene in his mind... 'Templar... Jirog, become...'
His father's urgings for him to become a Templar, after a Hydralisk had wounded him,
why his father wanted him to become a Templar, he doesn't know...
But he didn't want to play back the scene in his mind, he couldn't bear it...
The scene left his mind, but something was still tugging at his heart, urging him to go...
He just didn't know what, or why...

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The next day,
they woke up to the strange presence that filled their minds...

Xelius was the first to notice, "Jirog, one of your... your..."
"Inventions, my friend..."

"Whatever. One of your 'inventions' mess up, 'cause something weird is filling
my head with the thought of not escaping tonight..."

"The thought is in my head too, Xelius, but why..." exclaimed Det'Aniel.

Little did they know, it was a Dark Archon sent from the farest stretches of space,
how could they not see it?

But it's job was not finished, it still had to... kill them...
It created a whirlwind... dust picked up in their quarters,
and the wind, BLEW...

"I think it's the urging..." said Jirog, "It's trying to tell me something..."

"Then tell it to stop telling us, Jirog!" shouted Xelius,
"I don't think that's what it is, for number one, and number two,"
Xelius was cut off, a piece of armor hit his head, and he fell to the ground,
bleeding...

"Great..." said Det'Aniel, reaching for his armor...
Grabbing it, he put it on, and turned on his shields.

"Jirog, in the containment sphere, above you,
there's an extra armor and shield generator they keep for emergencies, take it!"
'It's certainly an emergency...' thought Jirog.

The Dark Archon roared with enjoyment, thinking it could have a little bit of fun
while it did it's job...

"Hold on..." said Jirog.

Det'Aniel, trying to help Xelius, replied, "We can't, this is going
to be the death of us all!"

"I think I can do something about it!" he shouted over the roaring and howling noises
the Dark Archon made, and shot a Psionic Bolt at the Dark Archon,
he continued to shoot at it, it's shields revealed it's location,
"Whenever it's shields are hit, they light up, I can easily destroy it with
my Psionic bolts, but I'm losing energy..." he shouted.

"Right there, Jirog, I'll cut him down to size!" shouted Det'Aniel,
"Be right back, Xelius."
'I'll never hear the end of this...' he thought, trying to move to grab his sword,
unfortunaitly, it was too far away...
"I'm... sorry, Jirog..." his life started to slip away, he thought he was going to fail...

"Never... give... up..."
'That was good...' he thought...

Jirog was firing bolts at the being, then it's shields gave out,
and Det'Aniel gave it the final blow!

The Dark Archon exploded in an eruption of red atoms, and the winds stopped,
and everything airborn dropped to the ground instantly,
and the two victors went to help their fallen comrade.

"I get to see you victorious, one last time..." he said,
"Sorry, Jirog..."

"Don't worry, Xelius, we'll get you to the medical facility.
They'll be able to help you." Det'Aniel said, still pondering over his own thoughts,
but he couldn't decide whether they should still go or not, after all,
Xelius was their air power, with his Carrier.

"Xelius, we won't go tonight, we'll wait for you in order to go, alright?" he asked,
knowing Xelius would be delighted to know, and that his answer would, in fact,
be "Sure..."

"Okay, Det'Aniel... I must... save my strength..." giving the salute they agreed on,
by putting his right arm on his left shoulder.