Hello

My name is, well, you'll find out soon enough. My father, who was one of the most famous heros in all of the protoss history, conceived me during the war on Aiur. He knew that he would not live too long after the war, and he wanted the family line to go on. That's right, I was born just as an object. That is why I hate my fascist father, who hates all that go against him. He didn't even give me a name when I was born. They called me boy for my entire childhood, until I received my final name. Even though I despise him, I still love him as a father and hero. He basically saved the entire race of protoss. The story of my life you are about to hear, be prepared for intense action, and a rivalry of zealots like none other....

It all started when I was at the tender age of 350, when I first received my first psy blades. These weapons were made out of pure energy, not like all the other issues, that were made of a cross between a zerg claw, and a fancy laser. My blade sliced through absolutely anything I touched, be it a marine, or a battleship. I was forced to like these so called "terran" the entire time I was training, seeing as how I trained in their camp. They would always just walk by me and snicker, until I concentrated, and my psy blades popped out. Then they would run off screaming," Sarge!! That damn toss poked me with his shit blades!!!" I was never sympathetic to them, seeing as how there life expectancy on the battlefield is around nine seconds (without a medic). They are so worthless.

It had been about 30 years since I started with my life long weapons when I got the call. My commander, which just happened to be my father, with the help of Artanis, told me I needed to report to their home. When I reached where they were housed, my father Fenix was incredibly scared. He always had a calm demeanor before, and this was very unlike him. He told me that we are not going to live. What? What in the world was he talking about? I thought he had some type of protoss space demensia. It wasn't until like two minutes later until I heard the profanities from all of the marines, who had seemed to catch hold of the news. How gullable can they be?

Just then I saw a head fly across my field of vision. It spattered right in front of my feet, and the blood drained onto my jet boots. The shock came to me about ten seconds later when I saw a hydralisk burst through about two marines, spliting them in two. I knew it had to be a hunter-gatherer, no regular hydralisk could mutalate marines like this. I did a quick thought, and with my weapons draw, sprinted to the hydralisk and shoved my blades in. I don't quite remember where in the world I stuck them, but all I do know is more blood was shed on my jet boots. I swore to myself I would not get them dirty again. In the distance I could here the terran commander say," Our forces our done for. Our asses are their's!" I couldn't believe how fast those humans gave up. I was always taught to either die or live. Never come back without your army. Right after that thought, I was knocked out.

Death, mass destruction, carnage, all of this is what I saw when I woke up. There were no traces of any zerg in the area. I felt as if I had failed. As I walked around on the battlefield, I saw all the dead pathetic humans. I determined that the number one cause for death in their army was decapitation. I saw a few that were actually gutted, and one that I couldn't really tell, because there wasn't enough left of him. I ran over to the residence of my father, and to my surprise I found my dad standing right in front of it frozen. I laughed out of "relief" and stepped toward him. I asked him what had happened, and he promptly answered," NOOOOO!!!" I made a confused expression on my face, and then some spines ripped through the air, struck, and killed my father. The ooze from the dragoon corpse exploded all over the place, and once again managed to get right on my jet boots. I didn't think about anything except killing the hydra that killed my father. I set off the jet boots, concentrated, and hit that hydra right across his jaw, ripping it right off.

Thud. My boots hit the ground, along with my grieved body. We protoss are not allowed to show sympathy to anybody, even if they are your friend. They say it only makes you stronger. I trudded of in no particular direction, until I just couldn't take it any more. I fell to my knees, and gave the signal to warp me out. I did it once more, but there was still no answer. I guess I would have to stay on the devastated planet. I knew that I was not going to live if that zerg army was still in the area. Then I thought about what the zerg would do to me if I were to be caught. I tried the warp signal again and again. Still there was no response. The world around me started to spin as I finally realized what it felt like to be in your final hours.

I heard something in the distance.

I saw one of the marines move about in the dust and the soil. I ran over to him, not out of desperation, but out of shear compassion for fellow man. This marine was strange. The markings on his uniform were strange, and not in accordance to all the other quartered marines around him. I hit him a few times until he came to. Of course he did not know where he was, so I told him, which prompted him to jump up and look around. I told him that I knew how it felt, that my father was killed in front of my eyes. He said," What the hell happened here? Are there no spots to warp or something?" I said no, and he said a long string of obscene profanities, until I told him to stop. He told me his name, Tim Raynor, the son of the famous terran. I thought that his markings were different. He is basically like me in rankings, only terran. His gatling gun was still smoking, and his armor was so ripped up that you could see his undershirt. I asked him to go with me so that we can find a spot to send the signal for warping, that is really high on a mountain. He agreed and we set off.

He and I were walking along when we just happened to stumble over the entire zerg inhabitance. There were millions if not billions of these things. Zerglings, Hydralisks, Mutalisks, Ultralisks, you know, the works. There was even this new species that looked as if it were a mutation of a zergling. They were making up the body of the army, and seemed to be mad. Tim said," Them lings seem purtty pissed." I told him my sentiments exactly. I wondered what we were gonna do, since I couldn't grab a signal, and I knew the zerg are smart enough to post sentries. We couldn't leave right then, since we would get caught by the sentries. Tim offered a plan to just rush them since there was no way that we would live anyway. I reluctantly agreed. Why I fell so soon was beside me, but unfortunatly my intuition told me that there was no way I was to live through this. I forced my psy blades out, said a prayer to the god of protoss psy and war, Nebulous, and prepared for my final battle. Tim simply stated," Screw all this shit to hell."

I ran towards the force. I yelled at the top of my lungs the famous protoss battle cry," FOR AIUR!" Tim said the famous terran battle call," Shit!!!!" We ran straight for the zerg army, then all of a sudden the ground started to crack. The whole zerg army was just starting to charge and annihilate us when it happened. Out of the crevase came a large swirling ball. I had no idea what it was, and obviously Tim didn't give four flips. He kept running until he ran right into it. Suddenly Tim's body was torn limb from limb, and spread throughout the zerg camp. No blood was shed, just a clean quartering. The large being stretched out and engulfed the entire charging zerg army. As the army passed through it, it started to rain zerg parts. After the entire army had been somewhat processed, the large being sank back to the earth, and the crevase closed.

I could not close my mouth. I was so stupified that I just did not say a word. After about a minute, the ground started to quake, and I was wondering what it could be now. An enormous craft dived down to the sky. It seemed to be smoldering in fire, and I realized that it was a crashing battlecruiser. It came closer and I then realized that it was no ship, but a bird. What in the world was happening? It swept down and landed in front of me, with all of its grace and wonder. It sent me a message, that only I could understand. It said the key to the gods was Fenix, my father. It also said that I had control of it (meaning the large bird). It said its name was Pheonix, and the large dark blob was the god Nebulous. Pheonix said that the metron of the almighty protoss god said my name was to be Nebulo, demi-god of Nebulous.

By this time I was really confused, but after the next few months it all started to make since....