A/N: Hello, Its me again. Any way, hope you like this chapter. Oh yeah. If you like this story I Highly Recommended: The Legend of Kardum, by My Name is Not Important.

Valsor looked about him, watching his underlyings sleep queitly. Valsor was an infested Ghost, and proud of it.
A movement in the sky caught his attetion. He gazed up at the disk coming nearer. Urgency struck his heart, as he remembered the Massacre of Grados Ridge, only a day ago.
He called for his minions to run, flee from the object. Within minutes the area was clear of all Zerg.
Valsor wacthed the disk slow, and then land on the ground. A small clink sounded as the two foot disk fused to the ground. Valsor and the zerg drew closer for a better look.
The top slide open, realsing omenous swirls of blue mist. Blue light flashed, startling the zerg and forcing them to look away. That's when the killing started.
Marines stood, ten abreast, seven deep, among the Zerg. They opened fire, spraying the enemy around them with metal spikes. One of them, a marine dressed in Teal armor, lowered a Canister Rifle.
Confused, Valsor rushed in none the less. His own canister rifle blasted a Marine through the face. The Zerg around him rallied as the Marine crashed to the ground. With energy born of fear, the rest of the Zerg retailated.
Valsor opened a mind link with Kerrigan. He felt her presence in his mind, commanding him.
"Kill the Teal armored Marine with the wrong weapon," she ordered him. Valsor made his way through the battle, finally coming within feet of the Marine.
He swung out, throwing the rifle from the Terran's grip. With a sense of victory rising, Valsor lifted his weapon.
The Marine was quick, very quick. Pulling and unknown weapon from his side, he slashed out with the blade, cleaving the rifle in half. Valsor starred, heart in mouth as the Marine settled into a relaxed stance, holding the blade, the Warp Blade, point down like a Dark Protoss.
"Kill him now!!!" Kerrigan screamed. Valsor slammed a fist into the Marine. His blow reflected of something, a Protoss sheild.
In all his life as a servant of the Queen, Valsor had never been more afraid, or more aware of his mortality. The Blade cut forward, cutting him in half horizontally. Valsor starred down as his blood flowed freely from the wound, splatttering the ground. He looked up at his killer, to see a fist nail into him, followed by the blade.
The top part of him flew backwards, where as the bottom half fell to the ground, the red blood mixing with the purple-ish creep.

Kerrigan howled in fury. Valsor had failed her, and her enemy, Jim Raynor, was becomin more dangerious. She had thought his words hollow, back when she killed Fenix. Now, Raynor, armed with Protoss technology, and filled with a purpose, was becoming a problem.
"Sirou," she barked. "Get ready for battle, and get me an Overlord. We have a problem to destroy."
"Yes, My Queen," the servant called. "I am ready as always, and an Overlord is waiting." Kerrigan smiled, and marched towards the Overlord.
She stepped near it and fell against a wall. Another spasm of pain riddled her body. She screeched her agony. Forcing herself up she stepped nearer and crumpled in a heap against Sirou.
The servant caught her as she fainted. Starring down at his Queen Sirou was filled with a sense of fear.
"My Queen, what is the matter?" he asked the sleeping person in his arms. His voice was filled with true concern, rare among the Zerg.
"Magals," he said to the Overlord. "Give the order for all zerg to seek and capture a Terran Medic." Sirou felt the Overlord's reply.
"Rigal," Sirou called to a fellow infested ghost. "Launch the counter assault on Raynor's forces."
"Yes, Lord Sirou," Rigal answered. "Shall I send all our forces." Sirou thought for a second while he placed Kerrigan down on a table.
"No, Leave some here as a guard," Sirou told Rigal. The both saluted each other, then Rigal left. Sirou stood, arms folded behind him, contemplating the problem.
Something moved near him. Lashing out Sirou broke through the thick skull of a Zergling. He laughed to himself at his jumpiness Sirou sat down, waiting...