*telepathic speaking, used by the protoss*
-flashback-
_memories_
(speaking(
do not ask me why I(m writing this type of story...i was dwelling on a very
old memory, after playing starcraft...thus this story came out. It(s angst
and I mean it! Oh and it(s rated (PG-13( because of content...no it won(t
be romance, this may be used as a mockery of love/hate romances...it(s
rated, as stated in the summary, for graphic violence, and torture, oh and
for Kerrigan being a bit of a perv
If you are a non-starcraft player you may be a little lost...tried to warn
you.
It(s focused on Artanis...I haven(t seen really anything on this
charachter, and he(s my favorite, so here it is.
Tada.
Disclaimer: foolish mortal! You come to fanfiction.net looking for the real
game writers to write? moron! Imbecile! Worthless worm! I hope you get
raped by a zergling!
Flames welcome...come on, you know you want to. ^taunts flamers^
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a mutalisk swooped over the small cluster of templar., they bowed their
heads in resignation to their fate, there was no where to run..... A
dragoon leapt out from an outcropping and shot down the foul shreiking
creature. Blood and gore spattered the ragged group. *there is no time to
waste! We must join our bretheren in battle!* the mechanical voice of Fenix
emanated from the dragoon. *En Taro Adun brother, we are grateful to you.*
the lead templar spoke. *a transport shall come for you soon, do you
believe you can defend yourselves?* the templar nodded. *very well then, En
Taro Adun!* the agile machine set off at a gallop over the desolate
scorched surface of char, sweeping fire into zergling, and hydralisk alike.
The mechanized warrior was abruptly rammed by something. He found himself
being born down by a very angry ultralisk. The beast snarled and flicked
it(s tusks, with a growl it attacked...a spider mine burst from the ground,
and charred flesh flew into the air, echoing the bellows of pain from the
dying creature. (Ah...barbecued ultralisk, my favorite.( fenix turned to
the terran vehicle. *it does not surprise me that your vehicle is named the
(vulture( if you always circle your kill, Commander Raynor.*
( your welcome fenix( raynor was grinning inside the terran vehicle. A
guardian burst open spectacularly, as a small protoss scout craft dipped
its wings in salute to the two warriors. (Is that artanis?( raynor asked
staring at the speedy craft, skillfully weaving through a row of overlords.
*that craft does not bear artanis(s markings Commander, it would seem that
our Excecutor is having a bit too much fun on the battle field.( raynor
gave a low whistle. (Ex can really fly.( raynor shifted around his vehicle
to blast an unfortunate zergling to shreds. (We(d better get back to our
barbeque, Fenix .(
*agreed. Let us (barbeque( some zerg commander!* a ripple passed through
the air, a row of zerglings suddenly fell with smoking blade wounds for
seemingly no reason. *Zadash Guledar.( whispered the cloaked dark Templar
to the two heroes, they all left together. A large arbitor glided overhead,
trailing a few frigates, as the only sign that there was more there than
what seemed to be. A few carriers.
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Kerrigan was amused, these pathetic protoss were under the delusion that
they had a chance against her broods. (Cerebrate.( the screen came up on
the repulsive worm. (Yes my queen?(
(We must have more drones, when they are hatched direct them to form
hatcheries, we need to outbreed these infernal protoss insects-( Duran the
terran traitor stepped into the room (my queen.( he saluted (we appear to
have a crashed protoss scout on the perimeter...the piolet has been
identified as the praetor, Artanis.( Kerrigan smiled coldly. (Cancel the
drones cerebrate.( she gave Duran a vampiric smile (we won(t be needing
them.( the repulsive worm(s voice growled through the room (as you wish my
queen.( Kerrigan turned to Duran, ( I believe we shall be having a little
infestation party with our precious praetor.( Duran gulped nervously
attempting rather well to keep his outward composure. (Send me three hunter
killers Duran, that will be all.( Duran left relieved. Kerrigan took a
small crystal sliver from a pitted, and rusted metal container, still
marked rather ironically (Sarah Kerrigan, ghost specialist(
(you(re dead Sarah, I am the queen of blades( still a small corner of her
heart wept at what she was about to do to the young protoss. (Stop it. I am
only the queen of blades, Sarah Kerrigan is dead, she died a long time
ago.( she muttered softly to herself. Fingering the small sliver of the
precious Uraj.
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Artanis hid behind an outcropping, with his dark Templar warp blade,
although he was rather obvious, being a gray-skinned, mouthless alien in a
loincloth. He heard a rustle, and ducked, he wasn(t very good in battle
outside of his beloved scout craft, which was now a wreck on the rock. He
could have counted himself lucky that he had only hit a single scourge, and
not a group of the infernal suicidal BATS. Unfortunately in addition to
being unable to cloak, Artanis had much to be acquired in the field of
optimism. Thus Artanis gave himself a mental note, that if he ever got off
the accursed planet of char, to ask Zeratul to teach him how to cloak, and
to give him lessons with a warp blade. Tassadar probably never had this
sort of problem, *another reason why you are the lowly Artanis, and he is
the greatest hero short of the mighty Adun himself* he chided himself. Then
there was a small scuff and- (well, well, the mighty Praetor doesn(t seem
to be half as brave outside of his scout ship.( Artanis whirled around and
found only empty air. He mentally cursed, Kerrigan could cloak. He
couldn(t. He would die unable to defend himself from the invisible
assailant. *Kerrigan! Come forth and fight! You cower in the shadows like
one of your own drones!* although if she did uncloak and battle him, he
would almost surely lose. (HA!( Kerrigan exclaimed. Artanis wasn(t helped
by her outburst, he still didn(t know where she was. he hadn(t even
realized that he had backed himself into the wall. ( you should have stayed
on Aiur Protoss.( she spoke. Still untraceable, Artanis stepped away from
the wall hurriedly. *cowardly zerg.* Kerrigan smiled cruelly despite the
fact that he couldn(t see her. She uncloaked and stabbed the Uraj shard
into the base of his neck. *AUGH!* he fell jerking violently. As three
hunter killers surrounded the pair. (Take him.( she said, her face cruelly
and impassively triumphant.
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back at the protoss base, Fenix was getting his shields recharged, and
watching amused as the executor pleaded with Zeratul to let him stay in the
scout. *I am sorry Executor, but the scout pilot is back, and he wishes to
have his ship back.* although Zeratul(s face was as impassive as ever, he
was also quite amused. *but my Arbiter(s ship is so...SLOW in comparison, I
felt as young as our new praetor!*Fenix laughed, and the Executor turned
his mostly-smooth gray face to him. *our new praetor shows more maturity
than our executor.* Zeratul commented mildly. The executor looked quite
awkward for a few moments. *and might I remind you that you are not much
older than our praetor.* commented the other arbiter pilot, clapping a
large hand on the executor(s shoulder, nearly knocking over the more
slender alien. *every year at war, makes you older by a century, than if
you were at peace.* commented Fenix gravely. The executor turned gold eyes
on fenix(s dragoon shell, with a sad expression. The other arbiter piolet
clapped his hand on the younger executor(s shoulder again. *come now
friend, let us destroy these repulsive zerg scum* the executor brightened
slightly. *I would be happy to burn some zerg my friend, only allow me a
moment to speak with Fenix and Zeratul.* the arbiter nodded, and began to
walk to his ship. *speaking of our young praetor, I was going to ask if you
and Zeratul have seen him.* the two stared at the executor silently. * I
saw him in his scout, but I lost track of him in the third run of the
second lair.* Zeratul shook his head *we should not have done so many runs
in a row on the same lair* the executor hung his head. *I know this now,
I...I was too exhilarated by the speed of the scout...I should have kept
better watch on my unit.* Fenix stepped to stand beside the young executor
*you have, to the extent of my knowledge, proven yourself to be an able
strategist in this war executor, Our young Artanis is able to keep himself
from harm. He has proven himself on many occasions, and I for one believe
that you have a certain arbiter waiting for you as well.* the executor
looked reassured *Fenix, raynor wishes to speak to you.*
(Fenix come on, we need to go barbecue some zerg!( the executor gave Fenix
a wry glance, before bounding into the arbiter cockpit. Zeratul having long
since cloaked and gone to stop a small force of lurkers with the aid of
some of his Dark Templar Brethren and an observer.
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Danithmor the arbiter was indeed waiting for the executor. Danithmor(s eyes
glowed blue in welcome, *perhaps you may wish for me to tell Zeratul that
the Matriarch awaits his return to Shakuras.* Danithmor(s voice easily
boomed out over the shrieks and cries of battle. The executor pulled his
tattered Dark Templar(s cloak around himself tighter. He stared off into
space for a few moments, seemingly lost in thought. Danithmor patiently
waited. *every day Danithmor...* Danithmor cocked his head, *every day,
what, may I ask?* The executor seemed to sag, and looked as weary as many
ten times his age. *every day I see tassadar(s ship on its run, and every
day...I(m too late.* Danithmor stood there for a moment, thinking. *who is
gone.* he said finally, and gently. The executor looked even more lost *
we(ve lost track of artanis-* he began, but danithmor burst out with a
light hearted laugh. * Oh executor, Artanis is one of the brightest
warriors I have seen in my many years, you should fear more for yourself,
Yes I saw that flying, very impressive, but it would be much less
impressive if you ram yourself into a swarm of scourges.* the younger
protoss once again looked sheepish *I beg to correct you my friend, but the
resulting fireball would most likely be quite impressive.*
*Gantrithor! It is wonderful to see you out of the battlefield.* Danithmor
nodded to the blue skinned pilot. *ah, En Taro Adun my friend, you have no
idea how wonderful it is to be away from the corsair pilots, they remind me
of scourges. Very suicidal. Rather unnerving in large doses.* he stared at
the rather lonely looking executor. *are you alright?* the carrier pilot
stared worriedly at the gray skinned executor *ah...he(ll be fine my
friend.* the executor looked up at Gantrithor, *shouldn(t you be getting
your ship ready for our next run?* gantrithor nodded to danithmor *right,
we must talk soon my arbiter friend.* Gantrithor ran off to his ship,
danithmor clapped a large hand on his younger friend(s shoulder, jolting
the alien *let us go my friend*
the golden eyed alien nodded to his stouter friend *En Taro Adun,
danithmor*
*same to you executor*