CHAPTER TWO: CERTAIN DEATH
By the time Zent was down at his base it was already half built. With an Army of about 10 Zealots and 20 Dragoons standing at attention, lined up perfectly.
A Probe guided Zent to a rock, used as a stage to give speeches on.
Zent climbed up and the Probe went back to work. He looked at everything, He could see his whole base from here. A dirt area inside the grassy planet. Several Buildings and Probes existed in it. Then Zent turned his head to look at his army. They had Respect for Zent, being a High Templar, and their Leader, they adored him.
"Army!" He shouted, the Army looked at him.
"Our Mission is to stop the Terran from destroying this planet as they have done to thousands of others! Failure is not an option!"
He clentched his fist, "It is not our fault we Are in this fight! The Terran Leave us no choice! Remember that! Remember Requin will not be destroyed by them as well!"
He took time to calm down the climbed down the rock. He moved over to grass. In the distance, about a mile away he saw something, very faint. It seemed it wasn't fait because of the distance but because of something... he Lifted his hand and shouted commands. He heard the army behind him turn and start marching towards the object.
Zent moved out of the way and then followed from behind. They Flattend grass in the dirt as they walked. But without fear. Zent then saw... an Army of Firebats and Seige Tanks appeared from no where in front of them. His Army was confused, they were scared, and about to turn around.
"Do not be afraid! Attack!" Zent shouted holding his fist up.
His army Versus A strong Teraen Army. The Dragoons and Seige Tanks started to fire as the Zealots charged into the Firebats. Zent climbed up on a small rock and watched. The Seige Tanks were being turned over by the Dragoons and the Dragoons were being blown back and died, An even fight. The Firebats were either being slashed down, in a bloody onslaught or Were burning the Zealots into flames. Sounds of screams, fire, and Cannons were sounding as they fought.
Zent then got an idea... Psionic Storm. It would be enough to kill the Terran Army. But... he would loose his as well. He decided it wasn't a good idea and then remembered Hallucination. He could create a duplicate of his Army... But there still wasn't enough of his Army left to make a threatning looking Hallucination. Before He had any thought on what his other options were his army was gone. He ducked so the Terran wouldn't see him as well. He watched as what was left of the Terran drove off.
Once they were out of site Zent stood up, "They Apear from thin air but leave in Physicall Form"
On the Long walk back to the base, he pondered this for a long time.
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In was night time when he reached his base again. The Construction of it was completed and they began to work on a second army. A Shuttle landed in front of him, dropping of another High Templar, Renten.
"I...." Zent began.
"I know," Renten put his hand on his sholder as the Shuttle took off, "Your Army has fallen"
"Renten I must tell you I don't think we will win on this planet. Without telling where Terren show up or..."
"There was no signs? Not even for a High Templar"
"Only one. I saw them in the Distance, very faint But I thought I was seeing things"
"Somehow," Renten sat down, and so did Zent, "They have discovered a way to either make them invisible, or Teleport. But none seem to make sense, considering we can see them"
"Faintly, but only for a little bit"
"Yes, Yes, but we have the ability to sense them somehow"
"But It will not help us, since it only comes faintly, how many times must I repeat myself Renten?"
"Its been a Long day, get some sleep. I will watch the base for now"