CHAPTER FIVE: THE PSYCHIC JUDICATOR

Zent's Army was completed over night. Now he looked upon it from the rock.

"We have one mission in this fight!," Zent yelled, "The Terran have a Psychic Judicator held hostage! That is why we have never been able to see them before!... But I intend to fight fire with fire! Our Arbiter's will conceal you, and the Terran will consider 3 Arbiters as no threat! Once we free the Psychic Judicator we will destroy the base, In one Final Attempt!"

The responded with a war cry and started marching towards the Terran base. They were invisble, only 3 Arbiters flying overhead. The Army was kicking up dust as they walk. It looked as if it was out of no where. Zent knew Renten was walking next to him.

"Before the army gets there"

"What, Zent?"

"Use Psionic Storm on the base. It will confuse them"

"Yes"

They reached the Base. Marines and Firebats looked at the 3 Arbiters.

"Ha!" One Marine shouted, "They must be jokin'! Three ships!"

They shot and destroyed everyone, revealing rows of Zealots and Dragoons. There were 4 Carriars and some scouts.

"What the!?" A Fire bat shouted. The Protoss Army stood still, staring. In perfect rows exept for Zent and Renten in front.

"How...?" Another Marine shouted.

"Zent..." Renten whispered, "This is your fight. I may be a higher rank than you but I have learned I shouldn't be. I will fight under your command"

Zent heard him but said nothing.

"Okay men!" A Marine shouted getting in a Seige tank, "Charge!"

Zent lifted his hand and the Protoss army charges as well, soon bullets, Lazors, little ships, big ships, blood, dead bodies and explosions where everywhere.

"Renten! I can sense them holding the Psychic Judicator in the Command Center!"

"Right... What do we do?"

"Psionic Storm"

They both fococused their energy and soon lightning bolts flashed out of no where onto the center. Many Terran footmen turned their heads to see what was happaning only to have their head ripped off by Zealots.

Once it was over, the command center was destroyed. A Psychic Judicator stood their.

"Lets go!"

Zent and Renten ran up to it.

"Thank you..." It said.

"I suggest you go back to our base" Renten told it.

"No, I will fight with you"

"I don't think..."

"Renten! Let him fight if he wishes"

They turned around, seeing the clash and onslaught of Terran and Protoss.

"Then our mission is to destroy The base"