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"This is all going to sound very strange to you." I said. "I know what you believe, and it isn't going to be easy to accept what I'm saying."
"Just continue, child. We wish to hear this, since you deem it so necessary we know of it."
I stood in the middle of a huge, circular room. Around the walls of this room stood many, many chairs, stadium style towards my position. These were no ordinary chairs, but those capable of seating Protoss, and such was being done by the members of the Conclave. Ruxminor, a high authority, stood in a large pedestal-like thing on the north side.
I feared to tell them what was on my lips. It was the strangest thing they would ever hear in their lifetimes, even though they are so long lived. But, by some strange occurance, I had made it here. And now they sat, ready to consider my words. Me, a homely human girl, in the Conclave. Wow.
They were waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath and began.
"You know of the Confederacy, of course. They have committed horrible acts. There is the Ghost Program, of which you are aware, consisting of the capture and pretty much enslavement of the psionic civillians. This shows the lack of concern the authorities posess for the people, except to hide the truth in any way they can from their eyes. But they do not also hide information from the innocent, they hide information from you."
The Conclave murmured, I'm pretty sure. I didn't excactly know because it was all psionic, and well, I'm not.
Ruxminor calmly, but suspiciously, spoke. "That is quite impossible. We have been observing your species from centuries before your birth. Taking in consideration our abilities against those of your kind, we should have been able to see all aspects of human society."
I smiled to myself when he said, 'before your birth'. I was born long before Protoss knew humans existed. So were all of you reading this right now.
"There is something you were not exactly counting on." I continued. "I shall explain. The Confederacy has been experimenting on several captive Zerg. Yes, I am aware you know of this. But do you know why?"
"They intend to take control of these zerg...."
"Wrong!" I announced. "Not logical! These Zerg sometimes escape, infesting their captors and their command centers. This indicates the lack of control they have. It's a dumb idea in the first place, and they know that."
"Then are you going to tell us their true reasons?"
"Yes. It's that--" I hesitated, as this was a hard thing to say to the Protoss. "This is going to be the most insane thing you could ever know....I must say...dang. The highest authorites in the Confederacy are making....Zerg-Protoss hybrids."
The Conclave exploded as one angrily arose. "You are lying! They do not have the ability to do this!"
I stood still as stone as I waited for them to calm down. Then I spoke to the one. "How is it you assume they can't do it? Have you any proof they can't?"
Silence as replies, but the insane looks filled the room and threatened to stifle me.
"Motivation and secrecy are the keys here. Only the highest authorities have the slightest clue what is meant for the captive zerg; the others get their dirty work done for them, without knowledge of the purpose. Because of the hybridization, there must be captive Protoss as well. Not so many, I guess, as it is hard to be done without your knowledge.
"What are the reasons held by these authorities to create such strange things, you ask? Most think that these creatures shall be great soldiers or some such thing, for their own wants. Indeed, all but one. This one that created them...well, I don't know exactly what he wants them for, only that they will serve him, not the Confederacy.
"This man is very strange. Well, he's not really human, I think, for he claimed to witness the birth of the earliest stars, and I don't doubt it. He has no reservations about betraying humankind, and would even side with the Zerg if it suited him. He serves an ancient power, he claims. Throughout his many years, he has had many names and faces, so I will not describe him."
Ruxminor was astounded. "How is it you know this? You have seen him?"
"Insanity." I whispered under my breath. Then I spoke aloud. "I saw him on my computer, that is all."
"Alright," the Protoss said. "Please tell us more."
"There is really little more to say that is fact, only that he has been going on with his experiments for many years, probably even before the Confederacy existed. I have, however, developed an elaborate theory on his history, based on what little I know. First of all, because of his intimate knowledge of the Protoss and Zerg, he must have been part of the Xel'Naga...."
The Conclave refused to consider this. "It is unacceptable that such a demented creature could be a part of the Xel'Naga!" Ruxminor angrily exclaimed.
I smacked my face. "I told you before that this would be conflicting with your beliefs. If you will just listen..."
Many voices indicated the negative; they would not listen to the daft little human with her mad ideas. Ruxminor lifted is large hand.
"Silence! The more information we have in this situation, the better."
So they listened, but few did not harden their hearts against my conclusions. I started up again. "Okay, this guy had the idea for the hybrids before time out of mind, getting it from the higher power he spoke of. He joined the Xel'Naga in hopes of completeing his vision, because apparently they had the power.
"At this time, I'm guessing the Xel'Naga was observing life in all its forms, watching every aspect in science to understand how life works, although I really have only one clue: that the one guy knew they had the resources and ability to create the perfect race. Or maybe this guy knew how, and only wanted their help to get everything started.
"He convinced them to want to create a perfect race, one that would be the essence of their research. So they found you on Aiur, as whatever you were before you were Protoss. They began to influence you and change you, making you what they considered perfect.
"Perfect." I shook my head. "The fact that they were trying to make something perfect implies that they weren't in the first place. They were flawed. The 'Naga can't make perfect things if they aren't. They wouldn't even know what perfect is."
Ruxminor, along with most of the others, gave me a very strange, threatening look.
"Um, anyway, while the 'Naga was doing this, the guy put his own details into you, making sure you would be exactly what he needed. Things were going pretty well, I guess, then the 'Naga wanted to see how you would react to seeing those who changed you. The guy was likely annoyed at this, but later he realised this would create a rift between you and them.
"When you were abandoned, the 'Naga thought you failures in their quest. The guy didn't. He knew you'd be just fine for his plans.
"Then they traveled, looking for another species to influence. Somehow, the guy convinced them to choose the Zerg. It's a strange idea to think the Zerg could be perfect. This guy must have had twice the charismatic abilities of Adolf Hitler to convince them this."
"Who is Adolf Hitler?"
Oops. Protoss wouldn't understand the time references.
"Uh, he's an old historical figure. Very evil but persuasive. However, when Hitler was coming about, he rode a country's misery to his own aims. It's likely the same with this guy. So, either the 'Naga was really disapointed about you, or there was a period of trouble between the time of your influencing and the Zerg's. I don't know.
"So they made the Zerg, allowing them strength and the ability to learn by the assimilation of other species in the universe. By this time, I'm certain he was very tired of having to convince the Xel'Naga to do what he wanted; he had other things on his mind. Thus he hid from them the power he had added to them.
"One day, the Zerg learned of the 'Naga, while the 'Naga was unaware. The Zerg destroyed the greater whole of their influencers, defeating them into remission."
The Protoss were amazed. "You mean some are still alive?" one asked.
"Likely. But they disappeared, unseen since then. Who knows where they will turn up, or if they ever will? It would be a long time to regain what they lost.
"Anyway, with the 'Naga out of the way, he was free to begin his work. I don't think he started out just yet on the hybrids, but waited for you and the Zerg to develop. It was at the end of the Aeon of Strife that he began, I think, because it was a good time in experience and it would be easier to catch a one of you without being suspected. They could just pick up a spy for one of the tribes, and none would be the wiser. When the Confederacy showed up, he used them, for it was easier than using the Xel'Naga.
"So he put his creations in stasis cells, until the time when they would be ready to wake. No one knows when this time is, only that the universe shall never be the same."
There was a pause while the Conclave spoke among themselves, psionically. Finally Ruxminor said aloud, "How did you come up with this? And how did you know about the Xel'Naga in the first place? It is quite apparent you have known for much time, and that you have given it much thought."
"I...have my sources." I simply answered, refusing to go into details.
"Well then, we shall consider what you have told us this day. Go with the guards, and you shall learn of what we will decide later."
I complied and joined three Protoss outside the Conclave meeting hall. One was Zearenal; I didn't know the names of the escorts.
"How long do you think it will take them in there?" I asked Zearenal.
"Quite some time, from what you have told them."
"Do you think they will consider well what I said?"
"It is doubtful."
"Dang. Then could I go see the city? I'm really curious."
"That is fine."
We went outside, wandering about the streets. The guards followed us as we went, silently. Zearenal told me of the buildings as we passed. I admired their beauty, for Protoss architechture is both structurally sound and lovely at the same time.
"I'd be a pity if the the architects who designed these aren't very, very rich." I commented.
In the city's center was a huge garden, the garden of Adun, claimed to be the best the universe had ever seen. I expressed my wish to see it, and Zearenal agreed. It was a great place, full of the most strange and exotic flowers I ever saw. It was very peaceful.
"I love this place!" I exclaimed. "It must be a hard task keeping it up."
"Of course." answered Zearenal. "but it is well worth it."
"Tell me, why is it called the garden of Adun?"
Zearenal told me a long story of how he had first sponsored the formation of the garden, something like that. I confess I didn't pay much attention, because I was looking for something. The exit.
I picked a random moment in the tale to run off. I was chased, and because the guards' legs were longer, I knew I wouldn't get far. But I didn't need to. I jumped over a bush-like thing, hitting the ground.
The Protoss must have jumped over as well, I guess. They must have been really confused to find that I disappeared; seeing as nothing remained of myself where I sounded like I landed. I was gone, so I don't really know what they did.
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Did you ever imagine yourself in the Starcraft world? That's pretty much what I did here. It was late, and I was bored.
Review, and flames are quite welcome.
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"This is all going to sound very strange to you." I said. "I know what you believe, and it isn't going to be easy to accept what I'm saying."
"Just continue, child. We wish to hear this, since you deem it so necessary we know of it."
I stood in the middle of a huge, circular room. Around the walls of this room stood many, many chairs, stadium style towards my position. These were no ordinary chairs, but those capable of seating Protoss, and such was being done by the members of the Conclave. Ruxminor, a high authority, stood in a large pedestal-like thing on the north side.
I feared to tell them what was on my lips. It was the strangest thing they would ever hear in their lifetimes, even though they are so long lived. But, by some strange occurance, I had made it here. And now they sat, ready to consider my words. Me, a homely human girl, in the Conclave. Wow.
They were waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath and began.
"You know of the Confederacy, of course. They have committed horrible acts. There is the Ghost Program, of which you are aware, consisting of the capture and pretty much enslavement of the psionic civillians. This shows the lack of concern the authorities posess for the people, except to hide the truth in any way they can from their eyes. But they do not also hide information from the innocent, they hide information from you."
The Conclave murmured, I'm pretty sure. I didn't excactly know because it was all psionic, and well, I'm not.
Ruxminor calmly, but suspiciously, spoke. "That is quite impossible. We have been observing your species from centuries before your birth. Taking in consideration our abilities against those of your kind, we should have been able to see all aspects of human society."
I smiled to myself when he said, 'before your birth'. I was born long before Protoss knew humans existed. So were all of you reading this right now.
"There is something you were not exactly counting on." I continued. "I shall explain. The Confederacy has been experimenting on several captive Zerg. Yes, I am aware you know of this. But do you know why?"
"They intend to take control of these zerg...."
"Wrong!" I announced. "Not logical! These Zerg sometimes escape, infesting their captors and their command centers. This indicates the lack of control they have. It's a dumb idea in the first place, and they know that."
"Then are you going to tell us their true reasons?"
"Yes. It's that--" I hesitated, as this was a hard thing to say to the Protoss. "This is going to be the most insane thing you could ever know....I must say...dang. The highest authorites in the Confederacy are making....Zerg-Protoss hybrids."
The Conclave exploded as one angrily arose. "You are lying! They do not have the ability to do this!"
I stood still as stone as I waited for them to calm down. Then I spoke to the one. "How is it you assume they can't do it? Have you any proof they can't?"
Silence as replies, but the insane looks filled the room and threatened to stifle me.
"Motivation and secrecy are the keys here. Only the highest authorities have the slightest clue what is meant for the captive zerg; the others get their dirty work done for them, without knowledge of the purpose. Because of the hybridization, there must be captive Protoss as well. Not so many, I guess, as it is hard to be done without your knowledge.
"What are the reasons held by these authorities to create such strange things, you ask? Most think that these creatures shall be great soldiers or some such thing, for their own wants. Indeed, all but one. This one that created them...well, I don't know exactly what he wants them for, only that they will serve him, not the Confederacy.
"This man is very strange. Well, he's not really human, I think, for he claimed to witness the birth of the earliest stars, and I don't doubt it. He has no reservations about betraying humankind, and would even side with the Zerg if it suited him. He serves an ancient power, he claims. Throughout his many years, he has had many names and faces, so I will not describe him."
Ruxminor was astounded. "How is it you know this? You have seen him?"
"Insanity." I whispered under my breath. Then I spoke aloud. "I saw him on my computer, that is all."
"Alright," the Protoss said. "Please tell us more."
"There is really little more to say that is fact, only that he has been going on with his experiments for many years, probably even before the Confederacy existed. I have, however, developed an elaborate theory on his history, based on what little I know. First of all, because of his intimate knowledge of the Protoss and Zerg, he must have been part of the Xel'Naga...."
The Conclave refused to consider this. "It is unacceptable that such a demented creature could be a part of the Xel'Naga!" Ruxminor angrily exclaimed.
I smacked my face. "I told you before that this would be conflicting with your beliefs. If you will just listen..."
Many voices indicated the negative; they would not listen to the daft little human with her mad ideas. Ruxminor lifted is large hand.
"Silence! The more information we have in this situation, the better."
So they listened, but few did not harden their hearts against my conclusions. I started up again. "Okay, this guy had the idea for the hybrids before time out of mind, getting it from the higher power he spoke of. He joined the Xel'Naga in hopes of completeing his vision, because apparently they had the power.
"At this time, I'm guessing the Xel'Naga was observing life in all its forms, watching every aspect in science to understand how life works, although I really have only one clue: that the one guy knew they had the resources and ability to create the perfect race. Or maybe this guy knew how, and only wanted their help to get everything started.
"He convinced them to want to create a perfect race, one that would be the essence of their research. So they found you on Aiur, as whatever you were before you were Protoss. They began to influence you and change you, making you what they considered perfect.
"Perfect." I shook my head. "The fact that they were trying to make something perfect implies that they weren't in the first place. They were flawed. The 'Naga can't make perfect things if they aren't. They wouldn't even know what perfect is."
Ruxminor, along with most of the others, gave me a very strange, threatening look.
"Um, anyway, while the 'Naga was doing this, the guy put his own details into you, making sure you would be exactly what he needed. Things were going pretty well, I guess, then the 'Naga wanted to see how you would react to seeing those who changed you. The guy was likely annoyed at this, but later he realised this would create a rift between you and them.
"When you were abandoned, the 'Naga thought you failures in their quest. The guy didn't. He knew you'd be just fine for his plans.
"Then they traveled, looking for another species to influence. Somehow, the guy convinced them to choose the Zerg. It's a strange idea to think the Zerg could be perfect. This guy must have had twice the charismatic abilities of Adolf Hitler to convince them this."
"Who is Adolf Hitler?"
Oops. Protoss wouldn't understand the time references.
"Uh, he's an old historical figure. Very evil but persuasive. However, when Hitler was coming about, he rode a country's misery to his own aims. It's likely the same with this guy. So, either the 'Naga was really disapointed about you, or there was a period of trouble between the time of your influencing and the Zerg's. I don't know.
"So they made the Zerg, allowing them strength and the ability to learn by the assimilation of other species in the universe. By this time, I'm certain he was very tired of having to convince the Xel'Naga to do what he wanted; he had other things on his mind. Thus he hid from them the power he had added to them.
"One day, the Zerg learned of the 'Naga, while the 'Naga was unaware. The Zerg destroyed the greater whole of their influencers, defeating them into remission."
The Protoss were amazed. "You mean some are still alive?" one asked.
"Likely. But they disappeared, unseen since then. Who knows where they will turn up, or if they ever will? It would be a long time to regain what they lost.
"Anyway, with the 'Naga out of the way, he was free to begin his work. I don't think he started out just yet on the hybrids, but waited for you and the Zerg to develop. It was at the end of the Aeon of Strife that he began, I think, because it was a good time in experience and it would be easier to catch a one of you without being suspected. They could just pick up a spy for one of the tribes, and none would be the wiser. When the Confederacy showed up, he used them, for it was easier than using the Xel'Naga.
"So he put his creations in stasis cells, until the time when they would be ready to wake. No one knows when this time is, only that the universe shall never be the same."
There was a pause while the Conclave spoke among themselves, psionically. Finally Ruxminor said aloud, "How did you come up with this? And how did you know about the Xel'Naga in the first place? It is quite apparent you have known for much time, and that you have given it much thought."
"I...have my sources." I simply answered, refusing to go into details.
"Well then, we shall consider what you have told us this day. Go with the guards, and you shall learn of what we will decide later."
I complied and joined three Protoss outside the Conclave meeting hall. One was Zearenal; I didn't know the names of the escorts.
"How long do you think it will take them in there?" I asked Zearenal.
"Quite some time, from what you have told them."
"Do you think they will consider well what I said?"
"It is doubtful."
"Dang. Then could I go see the city? I'm really curious."
"That is fine."
We went outside, wandering about the streets. The guards followed us as we went, silently. Zearenal told me of the buildings as we passed. I admired their beauty, for Protoss architechture is both structurally sound and lovely at the same time.
"I'd be a pity if the the architects who designed these aren't very, very rich." I commented.
In the city's center was a huge garden, the garden of Adun, claimed to be the best the universe had ever seen. I expressed my wish to see it, and Zearenal agreed. It was a great place, full of the most strange and exotic flowers I ever saw. It was very peaceful.
"I love this place!" I exclaimed. "It must be a hard task keeping it up."
"Of course." answered Zearenal. "but it is well worth it."
"Tell me, why is it called the garden of Adun?"
Zearenal told me a long story of how he had first sponsored the formation of the garden, something like that. I confess I didn't pay much attention, because I was looking for something. The exit.
I picked a random moment in the tale to run off. I was chased, and because the guards' legs were longer, I knew I wouldn't get far. But I didn't need to. I jumped over a bush-like thing, hitting the ground.
The Protoss must have jumped over as well, I guess. They must have been really confused to find that I disappeared; seeing as nothing remained of myself where I sounded like I landed. I was gone, so I don't really know what they did.
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Did you ever imagine yourself in the Starcraft world? That's pretty much what I did here. It was late, and I was bored.
Review, and flames are quite welcome.