After the little incident with the large blob of gravity, I just fell to my knees. The smoldering, molten bird tried to comfort me, but it only made the situation worse, seeing as how IT WAS A LARGE MOLTEN BIRD!!! Then what happened right there was the most inspiring thing that has ever happened to me. The large firey bird rose into the air, and a bright light shown directly from its breast. I then heard an ear shattering screech. By the time I was able to raise my head, and hear clearly, I saw Tim Raynor right in front of me. What the...I thought. How the...I though. But none the less he was standing right in front of me. I asked him how he could still be alive after being quartered. That prompted him to say,"Now what the hell are you talking about. I am so not in the mood for this shit." I just could not believe what had happened right in front of me. Could I have been in the presence of gods? The two beings that I had saw defied all of what nature does. I was perplexed. All I knew is that I am the only one in this entire universe that saw it, and I intend to keep it that way.
I told Tim that we needed to get to the rally point that we were originally headed, after I got my mind back. I just...well...made up a story about were all of the zerg parts came from, because I knew the ignorant Raynor would not even come close to believing me. We both pressed the jet pack, and our boots lifted up off the ground. We hovered for a second, then we leaned forward, and proceeded to the nearest mountain on the planet. When we arrived on the mountain top I pulled out my radio. I gave the signal and prayed that command would responed. I and Raynor were instantly warped to the battleship, were our commanders including Artanis and Jim Raynor. I told Artanis that I had seen Fenix blown to smitherenes. He told me that he had expected it from Fenix. I didn't understand, why would Artanis know that Fenix would die, and not do anything about it?
It turns out that Artanis couldn't do anything. He said that Fenix was staying to protect myself with his life. He said that Fenix loved me, for all it was worth. Fenix knew that a huge zerg invasion was coming to the camp, and he advised Artanis, who promptly got out of the area. All the blood and gore that I saw could have been prevented, had my father not been so shallow to not enjoy the terran. If he had just done as much as warned the terran army then all of those marine's lives could have been spared. This reminded me that there was still a little bit of bad blood between protoss and terran. I then realized what Tim Raynor was feeling....
"Damnit....I can't believe it. The damn protoss didn't even say anything to us about the zerg army. I am gonna kick his god fearing ass! Those sniveling bastards, damn them to hell!" "Such strong words Tim. Why don't you just go get some rest before you get shipped back down for yet another skirmish." "I am so pissed off. I can't get any rest knowing that those bastard backstabbers are right behind me. With their damn psy and shit, do you know how much those things hurt?" "Son, please don't be mad at the protoss's incompetance. You know they just aren't very advanced like we terran are."
At that moment Tim stormed out of the room in a burst of anger.
Back to my story...I needed to rest a little before I too had to go back into battle. I hate fighting the zerg. There is absolutely no point to it. If you kill one, another one just spawns, and another after that. Humans are dieing all over the place as well as protoss, and we actually lived lives with our families. I wish war wasn't that brutal, and I also wished I wouldn't have been born to a stupid family of zealots, who don't stop fighting for a cause. Most people share my opinion on war, but they tell me that they think I am a freedom fighter. I tell them not to say that, or it will only make the war last longer, with independence in the minds of soldiers. I knew in the back of my head that terran and protoss are doomed to fail. The zerg have no compassion on the dead of their own race. I've even seen zerg feeding on other zerg in the middle of a battlefield. Only the most ruthless humans can compare, and they aren't even canibles.
I was assigned to a large scale battle occuring on the grid zero niner, whatever that means. I don't even pay attention to where I am going, unless it is supposed to be unusual terrain. Artanis told me that I would be fighting with the 5003th infantry of the protoss regiment. Finally I won't have to be fighting along side the stupid terran humans, but with my old friends from Aiur. When I arrived in the camp, I was surprised to be met by a terran who asked for my name. I was stunned then depressed when I saw that I was surrounded by humans. Then the checker asked again,"Name please..." I said,"I...well...I...I have no name..." He answered,"Excuse me, Oh wait your Fenix's boy. Ha ha, poor kid. You can have a seat over there." I felt...empty inside. Not only do I not get to fight and die with my own kind, but I must be rejected by the terran once again.
The sirens then started to blare out of control. All of the marines in the camp scattered into their battle gear, and headed to their assigned positions. This was the start to one of the most intense moments of my entire life. Be warned, though, it will contain bone chilling descriptions...