Other Worlds: The Chronicles

Chapter Two. Way of the Dark Templar.

Perhaps it was a bad day Xelius that day, his Psionic Nerve was severed,
and his face was scarred at the attack on their lives.

Of course, he would still live, it was the principal of the thing.
He had wanted to escape sooner, but instead was forced
to spend more time at the place he hated the most!

Home...

"Zesz, when will I be able to get out of here! I want to serve the Conclave as
soon as possible." he told the doctor that was helping him.
'Yeah, right... why would I want to serve them again...'

"Don't worry, Xelius. You'll be fine and ready to serve as soon
as you're place inside a Dragoon."

"A Dragoon? I don't want to serve as a Dragoon!"
'I won't be stuck inside those walking caskets! If they send me for
the attack on the Terrans outside of here, I'll die!'
"Don't worry. I don't think the Conclave will vote to attack the Terrans.
Too late.

"You knew?"

"Oh some time ago..."

"Ah... just don't tell the Conclave of our plans... They'll hunt us down afterwards..."

"Don't worry, Xelius. Have I ever let you down?"

"Alright, I trust you... Not only as a doctor but as my friend."

"And... you aren't really going inside a Dragoon, I was joshing you
just so you would flare up. But your Psionic Nerve was severed,
you won't be able to sense thoughts until it's prepared..."

"Great, now I've lost the Protoss advantage..."

"You've also gained an advantage..."

"Can it be repaired?"

"I'll have to check on it. We have the Holographs now.
I'll come back later and fill you in."

"Thank you..."

The Protoss doctor stepped out of the door,
and it closed behind him.
Xelius was left alone to think to himself...

'If I've lost my Psionic nerve, then they won't sense me taking over
the Carrier in Stargate 17... I'll be able to take it,
and we'll be out of here sooner...

If Zesz is trustworthy, which I know he is,
he won't tell the Conclave of our plans, we'll be far enough away before
they find out, and we'll live our own lives, having adventure...

I can't wait...'

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Meanwhile, Zesz is walking towards a Holoprojector.

He flips the switch...

"Hello, Zesz, our most trusted informant...
What have you to report on the rebels, anything?"

"Yes. The one named Xelius severed his Psionic nerve,
you can't search for him with Psionic readings, you'll have to be able to see him.
I think he's going to hijack a Carrier for the escape, just keep close watch,
and don't blow my cover.

I have a plan..."

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Sirok is doing his meditating, and reading and reciting the Code of the Judicator to himself.

The door to his room opens.

"Come in, Det'Aniel."

"Sirok, I need to ask you something...
I need, advice... I need someone to tell me what's going on, and you're the one who's going
to tell me, aren't you?

"Yes, Det'Aniel. Tell me what you need to know about..."

"Why is the balance of power shifted toward those who desire it, and lust for it, and not those who deserve it?"

"I know what your trouble is, Det'Aniel.
You desire to know, whether or not you are the one to lead us or not.
You wish to know whether or not you are the one for the job. You..."

"Yes, Sirok, tell me..."

"Are not, but you are..."

"The one to lead us out of this place, Det'Aniel.
The balance of power has shifted toward you for the time being...
Yes, this mysterious one who has appeared, his power is awesome, yet, his identity, it is not know to us..."

"I see... thank you Sirok..."

"Anytime..."

Det'Aniel walks out of the room, and he hears Sirok say something behind him,
but he dismisses it, and walks away, cold, and in anger...
He wants to be the leader...

Suddenly, the door in front of him opens, and he is drawn in by some strange force...

"You want to be the leader, I see..."

"Who the-"

"Then you must do as I say."

"Then I will obey."

"Good..."

The dark figure walks toward him, and Det'Aniel sees that he may have
done the wrong thing at this time...

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