Disclaimer: P. 1
"Yes Feltul, going into warp space, we should be there in a few days."
"Good, I want the Science Department up and running, I want to find something out."
As I walked down there a young Xel Naga walked up, barely Sixteen-Thousand Years Earth years old, as since I am writing this for you Humans, I shall tell you that we live around Two-Hundred-Thousand years old. Equivalent to about five or six of your species. And now back to our story.
"High Prætor Feltul, why did we abandon Aiur? That was my home! I only know of it! We could have won the fight against the Protoss!"
"Well little one, we have already have committed such a sin, we would not make another one, so the Protoss live." I said as I bent over to pat his head.
"But, but..." When the child's mother came around the corner.
"Honey! Come bac-"she seemed to have noticed me. "High Prætor, I hope my child was no burden to you." she said with the utmost respect.
Then it hit me, we made the Protoss too much like us! We are a proud race, that is why we searched for a race to help evolve, so we prove to them that we are better. We gave them the gift of Psychic power, and they turned it against us, in a way we never dreamed of. In a weapon. Before I realized it, I was there, at the science Department. And I walked into it.
"Urtant, I need to know some things, can Psi be focused into a weapon, and Urtant, the time we get to Zerus, I need to know if we can remove intelligence from most of entire race of beings and give it to a select few. Keep that top secret, make it look like we are just researching the first thing." I said.
"I hear you Feltul. We will have it done by the time we get there." said Urtant.
"Good, I must now be heading back to my sleep chamber, for if I do not get there soon, my wife shall get mad." I said as headed out the door.
Far away in a far corner of the galaxy.
The species you know as humans were starting to just have the rudimentary basics of language.
Back to the Xel Naga Warship.
"Feltul! Where have you been?" asked my wife.
"My job, you know I'm the High Prætor, I must make sure that everything is alright."
"Fine." My wife said as she approached ,sensing something I hadn't sensed in her mind in a while. A mental smile crossed my mind. We embraced...