Yay...I got another copy of the first starcraft, and I have been taking
notes on it. I didn't know all that junk before because well.....
Rlena: I think they have time for the long story.
Shade:
skunky: heheh...stop it shade, your face will stick like that.
Shade: OO I-It will????
Skunky: --;;; anyway, last Christmas, my brother got a copy of starcraft,
now he was grounded off his computer, and couldn't use mine, so he let me
play as long as he got to watch. Naturally...i got hooked, then he got un-
grounded, and I was so desperately hooked, that I began pleading in a
erm...very undignified fashion.
Rlena: more like she was tellinghim that she would do his chores or
ANYTHING just to have another hour. -
skunky:...you're very pleased with your ruining of my reputation aren't
you?
Rlena: yes, as a matter of fact.
Skunky: --;;; figures, anyway, he basically had me serving him hand and
foot for gradually less and less time...but my dad-who's a computer teacher-
got me broodwar. And as you most likely know, broodwar doesn't require the
original disk to play. basically I had finished the zerg level on the
original, and all but the last three levels of the protoss level once
through...naturally I hadn't heard them for monthes, and my short term
memory stink, so I forgot many subtle details...heck I keep on looking at
fenix and wondering why his voice is coming from a different picture...very
odd...nice hair...heheh
shade: what now?
Skunky: hius expression when his blades fail to work....PRICELESS!!!!
rlena:...you are a strange little girl.
Skunky: yeah, you knew that already....ok on with my chapter, before I
forget.
rlena: finally
ghost: that's my line.
Rlena: yes I STOLE IT!!
Ghost: ....
Rlena:
ghost:....
Rlena: nice comeback.
Ghost: :o-;;;
.....
Thoughts
thoughtspeak
"speech"
chapter 3
another run...another hour, and still no sign of artanis.
The executor began to pace...an extremely strange looking action with the
oddly jointed protoss knees. Commander raynor (a/n he is a commander
right??? I don't pay attention to the terrans..oddly enough I can't play
well as them...unlike just about everyone else I meet who does
starcraft...) Watched the creature in dark templar garb anxiously look to
the sky every few minutes.
"Hey. Ex. Relax." the executor jumped, relaxing when he noticed it was only
Raynor.
I..I'm sorry.
"no problem, something wrong?" The slender creature seemed to have a small
battle over whether or not he should express the root of his anxiety.
commander...you remember what it was like, when kerrigan, was taken?
Raynor looked angry "yes. And I doubt I'll ever forget it."
The exectuor paused, and gave a weirdly echoing telepathic sigh.
I have outlived fenix, and tassadar, and now i fear....I have outlived
artanis.
Raynor gave a wry grin "Imagine being Zeratul. He's far older than you."
true he paused it is quite unseemly for a human male to share his
feelings is it not? I have not stepped over the bounds of acceptable
conduct for males have I?
To his surprise raynor burst out laughing. The alien hung his head, sure
that this was a sign that he had indeed stepped over the boundaries. To his
surprise raynor instead said,
"I'm surrounded by aliens who all say things I do not understand at all,
about "entaco adoon" or something like that, I have stepped over your
boundaries a million times, even if you did step over man, it doesn't
matter compared to what I've done."
very well, then I shall use your salutation, entaco adoon. the executor
intended to leave then, before he could be ridiculed thoroughly
Raynor burst out laughing again.
"Oh don't worry about artanis, Ex. He's taking over for fenix remember? He
can handle it. Probably found some nice girl or something. Remember how
Raszagal's attendants were all nuts over him? I assume he's a nice looking
protoss...I can't really tell with you guys. He'll be back, and if it's
because of my case...he'll be thoroughly embarrassed and flustered."
The executor gave what passed for a protoss smile, and left for his
arbiter. (A/n I'm glad nobody decided to kill me over that. Heck, Ex can be
whoever or whatever you want him to be, because when you play the game, you
play as him....convenient. )
entaco adoon commander...Tari Khala!!!
"whatever." raynor chuckled as he got back in his vulture.
artanis woke.
He was Still naked, and his back was throbbing, so it couldn't have been a
dream-as seldom as he had them. He felt sick. A good energy bath in a pylon
cell, would be nice, but he was in this filthy zerg dungeon, and pylons
couldn't work near the filthy creep. (A/n TRUE trust me, I like to take
dark archons and steal zerg drones, then create a zerg/protoss base, pylons
can't be built on creep, you have to build them first, then let the creep
settle in...wow to many an's, I'll stop now!)
He groaned. He was very hungry, but it was likely going to be the least of
his problems. He shuddered at a thought-
there was no honor to dying of starvation.
honor will be of no use to you if you're DEAD artanis. he reasoned to
himself. He tried to pull at his bonds again, for once he wished he had a
mouth like commander raynor, so he could at least try biting the things.
But he had nothing. Not even anything to cover himself.
His arms ached from being kept spread eagle. And his back was starting to
itch.
and he thought bitterly this probably isn't even remotely as bad as what
kerrigan plans to do to me
Lt. Duran watched kerrigan's protoss prisoner on the security cameras
pirated from an infested command center. A very interesting specimen. By
protoss standards, it was a beta. Duran had only seen one true alpha
protoss, and that was Tassadar...perhaps Zeratul was as well. The
judicators fancied themselves alphas while truly being the helpless omegas,
kept in office only by kindness, and myth.
This one was a beta-strong but still youthful. He smiled without mirth.
Young and easily manipulated. Perhaps he could even convince kerrigan to
infest the helpless alien.
It would definitely satisfy his curiosity about whether such a species
could be successfully infested.
wait and see
he smiled again
wait and see
Kerrigan's skin tingled in anticipation of the fury of the protoss at the
lost of their second praetor...if they were wise enough to notice his
absence. Zeratul was clever, and a worthy opponant, she was certain that he
would be the first to come after her for the dissapearence of his praetor.
Then there was wiley old fenix, two lifetimes of experiance. He was also
not to be trifled with. She frowned. Raszagal was hers. She wouldn't be
able to even draw breath without her permission-thankfully, she had kept
her hypnotic ghost abilities, otherwise Raszagal wouldn't have even ordered
the protoss to attack her fortress on char.
Yes raszagal would be the fulcrum that would tip all of the protoss in her
favor.
She had suspicions that zeratul's suspicions directed towards raszagal were
sheilded by affection, he was doggedly loyal to her, perhaps she could even
take him in as well as the ancient dark templar crone. He was undoutably
close in age to her-although she couldn't really tell protoss age. He
captive seemed to be young, very young. What had Zeratul called him again?
Artanis? The replacement for fenix.her lips curved upwards. He was blindly
hero worshipping tassadar, without really knowing what he had died for, or
exactly how he had destroyed the overmind.
fool
yes he was a little fool.
Still...she could find information from him.
The leader of the protoss.
She was no longer certain it was raszagal.
Perhaps it was zeratul.
perhaps
if there was someone over raszagal, then she would no longer be her
bargaining chip, she would have to be her spy.
There was someone she was missing.
Zeratul.
Raszagal.
Fenix.
Artanis.
Of course. Their commanding figure, the executor.
How she had forgotten him when she had seen him help direct every single
battle she had helped the protoss on. It was unlikely, but
perhaps....perhaps he somehow was the leader of the protoss.
Why not?
He was the replacement for the battle genius of Tassadar, and he was one of
the closest known friends of Fenix he worked with Tassadar to find
Zeratul... it all fit.
She would have Raszagal spy on the executor.
He worked in just about everything that the protoss directed.
Wait.
A few tests...
the door creaked open. Kerrigan stepped in.
Artanis inwardly gathered every shred of willpower he owned, and focused on
not saying anything for as long as she decided to torture him.
He would die with honor
tortured, but never betraying a single secret of any of his comrades.
He felt a pang of anger as he realized when he was searching for the Uraj,
he had called kerrigan under that banner, in the same way he had called
Zeratul and the executor his comrades.
The executor would be stricken by grief, maybe in the same way he had
grieved for Fenix-his lifelong friend.
Fenix would say it was such a shame that he hadn't seen his second century.
Commander raynor would probably become even more upset with what kerrigan
had become.
Zeratul would brood.
The matriarch would find a replacement.
I WILL NOT DIE!!!!
He slammed his fist into the soft flesh of the bonds, there was a yelp, and
he felt his hand loosen.
He would have a way out.
He would have to endure this one torture session, and then...he would be
free.
To his surprise, kerrigan pulled up a visucom. And began yelling at Duran
to connect her up to the protoss home frequency.
"Zeratul! Zeratul, Fenix, Jim. I have something of yours."
Zeratul's face came up on the screen.
why must you mock us kerrigan, if you wish to battle you must do it in
your actions, not by flowery speech.
"My aren't you cheerful. Zeratul, call your high ranking...creatures. I
have something you will wish to speak with me about."one by one the screens
lit with faces.
Fenix, Jim, and the executor.
Fenix stared straight ahead, as though she was a mildly annoying insect,
Jimmy looked quite angry to see her-as he had ever since she had become
reborn into the zerg. The executor sat in the light, his skin almost white,
and his black eyes were tired, he seemed to droop, then he suddenly
stiffened, and became rigid.
now, what is it that you wish to discuss with us kerrigan? Zeratul spoke
slowly, with some irritation. She smiled and the screen shifted.
Artanis panted for all his brethren to see, blood dripping down his back
from the scabs reopend by his leaping forward into the bonds. his blood
dripped down his back, when he drooped on his limbs it trickled across his
shoulders. The shock and horror registered on jim's face, fenix began to
shout curses at her. Bidding that adun damn her, and such. None showed more
rage than the executor's.
Must you take all of those I hold dear and kill them you foul zerg spawn?
May adun have mercy on you and on me for what I intend to do to you. First
I'll strip off your blades one by one, then let you bleed nearly to death,
then grind shattered pylons into your flesh, then at the climax of all this
pain, I will cut off your head.
I will feed your flesh to your broods, and crown the top of the xel'naga
temple with your head, that all who see it may mock you, and give you no
peace, even in death...you had best hope we never see each other again
lerrigan, for this is only half of what I swear to do to you for killing
tassadar, for killing fenix, and now for-as I'm sure you will do- killing
artanis. Take much more from us, and we will no longer be able to weep, we
will merely be able to scream.
Adun have mercy on your soul when i find it kerrigan.
And with that he signed off.
Jim stared at her then said simply
"I used to think that perhaps we could bring you back sarah, but it seems i
was wrong.
I hope you can run far enough away from Ex."
He signed off as well.
Fenix looked at her, I am quite certain that you have no Idea why the
excetutor is so angry with you. he paused again even murderurs can be
innocent in some part of themself as long as they leave the innocent.
Artanis is barely out of adolescence, therefore he is still seen as a
child, and you kerrigan, have just destroyed the innocence of a child. This
is unforgivable by our people's laws, and allows the custom of revenge
deaths without penalty. I do indeed feel pity for you, kerrigan.he too
signed off.
by the god's this cannot be happening.... Zeratul shook his head. I
have lived too long., kerrigan...I know that you intend to kill many of
us...but I wish to ask you to spare Artanis. Kill me rather than him if you
must, but you must not do this wicked thing. I ask that you give us back
our praetor. he bowed his head.
fallen for the bait. inwardly she smiled.
"Fine, Zeratul listen up, I have a deal for you..."
Zeratul finally left. The executor blazed with rage, the air was charged
with psionic energy.
what has she done? he asked softly. Zeratul took his shoulders.
nothing...I made a deal with her, she will take me, and give back
Artanis. the executor's anger faded what?! Zeratul's expression was
steady. I am taking his place.
you can't!
I can he said firmly It's my choice. the executor shook his head
take me instead! I should do it! It is my fault he's there!
I am sorry Templar, the bargain with kerrigan is for me, not for you
the executor hung his head.
when does it happen? he asked softly.
immediately, I have merely enough time to tell the others the news, then I
am to go the executor paused for a moment
then Adun be with you...forgive me for this. and with that he swung his
fist into the side of Zeratul's head, the ancient protoss fell. The
executor caught him, then pulled him into the nearby room. I will not
watch any more of my friends die at the hands of a monster
"my queen, there is a lone protoss coming down the field..."
Kerrigan smirked "yes, protoss are quite punctual, has the duty been
preformed?"
"Yes my queen."
"Good, then send artanis to the protoss side of the field."
"But my queen-"
"the duty HAS been performed/"
"yes my queen but-"
"but?"
"you would give up so powerful a tool?"
"Ah, but we are getting zeratul, and they are getting a protoss that is in
less than perfect condition."
"But...ah I see now"
"good,, now you can stop blabbing, and send down my torresques to go fetch
zeratul."
"Yes my queen"
he soon arrived, flanked by hunter killers, torresques growled outside of
the fortress.
The scarf covered the bottom half of the featureless protoss face. She eyed
them carefully.
Gold eyes, gray skin, and dressed in zeratul's clothing. It had to be
zeratul
"Well then zeratul, you have your little praetor, your lover is safe, and
the best part is...you didn't save him."
Zeratul struggled against hunterkillers, to no avail. "Yes, he's been taken
by us, and soon he shall become very sick...he'll never be the same
again...poor zeratul, couldn't even save the one he valued above all
others...pathetic hero."
there are two things I must tell you kerrigan, one artanis is not my
lover, he is my friend, and secondly.- he ripped off the scarf I intended
to do what I promised to you! the executor gave a yell and a psionic storm
filled the room, then he dashed through a gap in his 'guards' and ran down
the stairs, hallucinations of him went every which way, "FIND HIM!" shouted
kerrigan. And the hunter killers went after different illusions.
The executor's disembodied sounding voice came to her clearly
I tricked zeratul, I tricked you, and now I have saved another life from
you. you are losing your touch queen of baldes, you know commander raynor
calls you that?
Kerrigan roared with rage, but she couldn't do anything against the taunts.
A hallucination of herself flayed itself, rolled in pylon crystals, chopped
off it's head and began to dance around her taunting her. it flew up, and
hung it's head on the top of her fortress
"ARGH!!!!" she threw the sliver of the khalis across the room, where it
shattered
and one day...one day I will keep my promise...nobody will miss you, not
even Jim anymore, he finally knows you're gone...completely gone. Infested
to the core
unlike Artanis, the executor COULD cloak, and he DID know how to use a psi
blade.
He felt a pang of guilt for what he had done to Zeratul, maybe i can...
he eye smiled evilly,
a torresque was walking along, minding it's own buisness as much as super-
ultraisks ever do, when suddenly it started getting slashed to ribbons, it
bellowed in pain, writhed around some, then fell a few feet from some very
stunned zerglings, splattering them with blood, and strangling one with a
heavy peice of intestine-the tangled zergling squealed and squealed, soon
it was abrubtly cut off.
He uncloaked for just and instant, then sliced them to bits, leaving one to
report back to kerrigan, running for it's life, he sawed off the torresque
tusks (a/n now THERE'S a tongue twister!)
crept back to the protoss camp, and uncloaked. He ran into raynor halfway
to the viscom room.
"Z-Zeratul???" now the executor laughed. NO! It is I the executor!
Kerrigan does not seem to like being called the queen of baldes...what is a
bald? Is it an offensive word?
"Ex- WHOA! Where'd you find THOSE???" he gaped at the tusks.
cloaked. I wish to make amends with Zeratul for making him lose
conciousness, and taking his place.
"you knocked him out????? I'd take my chances with kerrigan."
I would not.he thought over their conversation-what kerrigan had said
about Artanis, actually taking it in... especially one detail. It
connected, it swept away his happy mood, and filled him with anguish
no.
"what? What is- EX??? ARE YOU OK???" The executor had collapsed to his
knees-backwards because of the protoss leg joints
artanis...he.he... he tried to calm himself despite the fact that the
room was swirling around oddly, he mangaged to finish :
Soon he'll be like....her
then he colapased.
whooo...10 pm to 2 am.
Be grateful!
I spent 4 hours typing this!
Yeah...I'mslow
rlena: to learn as well!
Skunky: --;;; why do I put up with you???
-skkunky
notes on it. I didn't know all that junk before because well.....
Rlena: I think they have time for the long story.
Shade:
skunky: heheh...stop it shade, your face will stick like that.
Shade: OO I-It will????
Skunky: --;;; anyway, last Christmas, my brother got a copy of starcraft,
now he was grounded off his computer, and couldn't use mine, so he let me
play as long as he got to watch. Naturally...i got hooked, then he got un-
grounded, and I was so desperately hooked, that I began pleading in a
erm...very undignified fashion.
Rlena: more like she was tellinghim that she would do his chores or
ANYTHING just to have another hour. -
skunky:...you're very pleased with your ruining of my reputation aren't
you?
Rlena: yes, as a matter of fact.
Skunky: --;;; figures, anyway, he basically had me serving him hand and
foot for gradually less and less time...but my dad-who's a computer teacher-
got me broodwar. And as you most likely know, broodwar doesn't require the
original disk to play. basically I had finished the zerg level on the
original, and all but the last three levels of the protoss level once
through...naturally I hadn't heard them for monthes, and my short term
memory stink, so I forgot many subtle details...heck I keep on looking at
fenix and wondering why his voice is coming from a different picture...very
odd...nice hair...heheh
shade: what now?
Skunky: hius expression when his blades fail to work....PRICELESS!!!!
rlena:...you are a strange little girl.
Skunky: yeah, you knew that already....ok on with my chapter, before I
forget.
rlena: finally
ghost: that's my line.
Rlena: yes I STOLE IT!!
Ghost: ....
Rlena:
ghost:....
Rlena: nice comeback.
Ghost: :o-;;;
.....
Thoughts
thoughtspeak
"speech"
chapter 3
another run...another hour, and still no sign of artanis.
The executor began to pace...an extremely strange looking action with the
oddly jointed protoss knees. Commander raynor (a/n he is a commander
right??? I don't pay attention to the terrans..oddly enough I can't play
well as them...unlike just about everyone else I meet who does
starcraft...) Watched the creature in dark templar garb anxiously look to
the sky every few minutes.
"Hey. Ex. Relax." the executor jumped, relaxing when he noticed it was only
Raynor.
I..I'm sorry.
"no problem, something wrong?" The slender creature seemed to have a small
battle over whether or not he should express the root of his anxiety.
commander...you remember what it was like, when kerrigan, was taken?
Raynor looked angry "yes. And I doubt I'll ever forget it."
The exectuor paused, and gave a weirdly echoing telepathic sigh.
I have outlived fenix, and tassadar, and now i fear....I have outlived
artanis.
Raynor gave a wry grin "Imagine being Zeratul. He's far older than you."
true he paused it is quite unseemly for a human male to share his
feelings is it not? I have not stepped over the bounds of acceptable
conduct for males have I?
To his surprise raynor burst out laughing. The alien hung his head, sure
that this was a sign that he had indeed stepped over the boundaries. To his
surprise raynor instead said,
"I'm surrounded by aliens who all say things I do not understand at all,
about "entaco adoon" or something like that, I have stepped over your
boundaries a million times, even if you did step over man, it doesn't
matter compared to what I've done."
very well, then I shall use your salutation, entaco adoon. the executor
intended to leave then, before he could be ridiculed thoroughly
Raynor burst out laughing again.
"Oh don't worry about artanis, Ex. He's taking over for fenix remember? He
can handle it. Probably found some nice girl or something. Remember how
Raszagal's attendants were all nuts over him? I assume he's a nice looking
protoss...I can't really tell with you guys. He'll be back, and if it's
because of my case...he'll be thoroughly embarrassed and flustered."
The executor gave what passed for a protoss smile, and left for his
arbiter. (A/n I'm glad nobody decided to kill me over that. Heck, Ex can be
whoever or whatever you want him to be, because when you play the game, you
play as him....convenient. )
entaco adoon commander...Tari Khala!!!
"whatever." raynor chuckled as he got back in his vulture.
artanis woke.
He was Still naked, and his back was throbbing, so it couldn't have been a
dream-as seldom as he had them. He felt sick. A good energy bath in a pylon
cell, would be nice, but he was in this filthy zerg dungeon, and pylons
couldn't work near the filthy creep. (A/n TRUE trust me, I like to take
dark archons and steal zerg drones, then create a zerg/protoss base, pylons
can't be built on creep, you have to build them first, then let the creep
settle in...wow to many an's, I'll stop now!)
He groaned. He was very hungry, but it was likely going to be the least of
his problems. He shuddered at a thought-
there was no honor to dying of starvation.
honor will be of no use to you if you're DEAD artanis. he reasoned to
himself. He tried to pull at his bonds again, for once he wished he had a
mouth like commander raynor, so he could at least try biting the things.
But he had nothing. Not even anything to cover himself.
His arms ached from being kept spread eagle. And his back was starting to
itch.
and he thought bitterly this probably isn't even remotely as bad as what
kerrigan plans to do to me
Lt. Duran watched kerrigan's protoss prisoner on the security cameras
pirated from an infested command center. A very interesting specimen. By
protoss standards, it was a beta. Duran had only seen one true alpha
protoss, and that was Tassadar...perhaps Zeratul was as well. The
judicators fancied themselves alphas while truly being the helpless omegas,
kept in office only by kindness, and myth.
This one was a beta-strong but still youthful. He smiled without mirth.
Young and easily manipulated. Perhaps he could even convince kerrigan to
infest the helpless alien.
It would definitely satisfy his curiosity about whether such a species
could be successfully infested.
wait and see
he smiled again
wait and see
Kerrigan's skin tingled in anticipation of the fury of the protoss at the
lost of their second praetor...if they were wise enough to notice his
absence. Zeratul was clever, and a worthy opponant, she was certain that he
would be the first to come after her for the dissapearence of his praetor.
Then there was wiley old fenix, two lifetimes of experiance. He was also
not to be trifled with. She frowned. Raszagal was hers. She wouldn't be
able to even draw breath without her permission-thankfully, she had kept
her hypnotic ghost abilities, otherwise Raszagal wouldn't have even ordered
the protoss to attack her fortress on char.
Yes raszagal would be the fulcrum that would tip all of the protoss in her
favor.
She had suspicions that zeratul's suspicions directed towards raszagal were
sheilded by affection, he was doggedly loyal to her, perhaps she could even
take him in as well as the ancient dark templar crone. He was undoutably
close in age to her-although she couldn't really tell protoss age. He
captive seemed to be young, very young. What had Zeratul called him again?
Artanis? The replacement for fenix.her lips curved upwards. He was blindly
hero worshipping tassadar, without really knowing what he had died for, or
exactly how he had destroyed the overmind.
fool
yes he was a little fool.
Still...she could find information from him.
The leader of the protoss.
She was no longer certain it was raszagal.
Perhaps it was zeratul.
perhaps
if there was someone over raszagal, then she would no longer be her
bargaining chip, she would have to be her spy.
There was someone she was missing.
Zeratul.
Raszagal.
Fenix.
Artanis.
Of course. Their commanding figure, the executor.
How she had forgotten him when she had seen him help direct every single
battle she had helped the protoss on. It was unlikely, but
perhaps....perhaps he somehow was the leader of the protoss.
Why not?
He was the replacement for the battle genius of Tassadar, and he was one of
the closest known friends of Fenix he worked with Tassadar to find
Zeratul... it all fit.
She would have Raszagal spy on the executor.
He worked in just about everything that the protoss directed.
Wait.
A few tests...
the door creaked open. Kerrigan stepped in.
Artanis inwardly gathered every shred of willpower he owned, and focused on
not saying anything for as long as she decided to torture him.
He would die with honor
tortured, but never betraying a single secret of any of his comrades.
He felt a pang of anger as he realized when he was searching for the Uraj,
he had called kerrigan under that banner, in the same way he had called
Zeratul and the executor his comrades.
The executor would be stricken by grief, maybe in the same way he had
grieved for Fenix-his lifelong friend.
Fenix would say it was such a shame that he hadn't seen his second century.
Commander raynor would probably become even more upset with what kerrigan
had become.
Zeratul would brood.
The matriarch would find a replacement.
I WILL NOT DIE!!!!
He slammed his fist into the soft flesh of the bonds, there was a yelp, and
he felt his hand loosen.
He would have a way out.
He would have to endure this one torture session, and then...he would be
free.
To his surprise, kerrigan pulled up a visucom. And began yelling at Duran
to connect her up to the protoss home frequency.
"Zeratul! Zeratul, Fenix, Jim. I have something of yours."
Zeratul's face came up on the screen.
why must you mock us kerrigan, if you wish to battle you must do it in
your actions, not by flowery speech.
"My aren't you cheerful. Zeratul, call your high ranking...creatures. I
have something you will wish to speak with me about."one by one the screens
lit with faces.
Fenix, Jim, and the executor.
Fenix stared straight ahead, as though she was a mildly annoying insect,
Jimmy looked quite angry to see her-as he had ever since she had become
reborn into the zerg. The executor sat in the light, his skin almost white,
and his black eyes were tired, he seemed to droop, then he suddenly
stiffened, and became rigid.
now, what is it that you wish to discuss with us kerrigan? Zeratul spoke
slowly, with some irritation. She smiled and the screen shifted.
Artanis panted for all his brethren to see, blood dripping down his back
from the scabs reopend by his leaping forward into the bonds. his blood
dripped down his back, when he drooped on his limbs it trickled across his
shoulders. The shock and horror registered on jim's face, fenix began to
shout curses at her. Bidding that adun damn her, and such. None showed more
rage than the executor's.
Must you take all of those I hold dear and kill them you foul zerg spawn?
May adun have mercy on you and on me for what I intend to do to you. First
I'll strip off your blades one by one, then let you bleed nearly to death,
then grind shattered pylons into your flesh, then at the climax of all this
pain, I will cut off your head.
I will feed your flesh to your broods, and crown the top of the xel'naga
temple with your head, that all who see it may mock you, and give you no
peace, even in death...you had best hope we never see each other again
lerrigan, for this is only half of what I swear to do to you for killing
tassadar, for killing fenix, and now for-as I'm sure you will do- killing
artanis. Take much more from us, and we will no longer be able to weep, we
will merely be able to scream.
Adun have mercy on your soul when i find it kerrigan.
And with that he signed off.
Jim stared at her then said simply
"I used to think that perhaps we could bring you back sarah, but it seems i
was wrong.
I hope you can run far enough away from Ex."
He signed off as well.
Fenix looked at her, I am quite certain that you have no Idea why the
excetutor is so angry with you. he paused again even murderurs can be
innocent in some part of themself as long as they leave the innocent.
Artanis is barely out of adolescence, therefore he is still seen as a
child, and you kerrigan, have just destroyed the innocence of a child. This
is unforgivable by our people's laws, and allows the custom of revenge
deaths without penalty. I do indeed feel pity for you, kerrigan.he too
signed off.
by the god's this cannot be happening.... Zeratul shook his head. I
have lived too long., kerrigan...I know that you intend to kill many of
us...but I wish to ask you to spare Artanis. Kill me rather than him if you
must, but you must not do this wicked thing. I ask that you give us back
our praetor. he bowed his head.
fallen for the bait. inwardly she smiled.
"Fine, Zeratul listen up, I have a deal for you..."
Zeratul finally left. The executor blazed with rage, the air was charged
with psionic energy.
what has she done? he asked softly. Zeratul took his shoulders.
nothing...I made a deal with her, she will take me, and give back
Artanis. the executor's anger faded what?! Zeratul's expression was
steady. I am taking his place.
you can't!
I can he said firmly It's my choice. the executor shook his head
take me instead! I should do it! It is my fault he's there!
I am sorry Templar, the bargain with kerrigan is for me, not for you
the executor hung his head.
when does it happen? he asked softly.
immediately, I have merely enough time to tell the others the news, then I
am to go the executor paused for a moment
then Adun be with you...forgive me for this. and with that he swung his
fist into the side of Zeratul's head, the ancient protoss fell. The
executor caught him, then pulled him into the nearby room. I will not
watch any more of my friends die at the hands of a monster
"my queen, there is a lone protoss coming down the field..."
Kerrigan smirked "yes, protoss are quite punctual, has the duty been
preformed?"
"Yes my queen."
"Good, then send artanis to the protoss side of the field."
"But my queen-"
"the duty HAS been performed/"
"yes my queen but-"
"but?"
"you would give up so powerful a tool?"
"Ah, but we are getting zeratul, and they are getting a protoss that is in
less than perfect condition."
"But...ah I see now"
"good,, now you can stop blabbing, and send down my torresques to go fetch
zeratul."
"Yes my queen"
he soon arrived, flanked by hunter killers, torresques growled outside of
the fortress.
The scarf covered the bottom half of the featureless protoss face. She eyed
them carefully.
Gold eyes, gray skin, and dressed in zeratul's clothing. It had to be
zeratul
"Well then zeratul, you have your little praetor, your lover is safe, and
the best part is...you didn't save him."
Zeratul struggled against hunterkillers, to no avail. "Yes, he's been taken
by us, and soon he shall become very sick...he'll never be the same
again...poor zeratul, couldn't even save the one he valued above all
others...pathetic hero."
there are two things I must tell you kerrigan, one artanis is not my
lover, he is my friend, and secondly.- he ripped off the scarf I intended
to do what I promised to you! the executor gave a yell and a psionic storm
filled the room, then he dashed through a gap in his 'guards' and ran down
the stairs, hallucinations of him went every which way, "FIND HIM!" shouted
kerrigan. And the hunter killers went after different illusions.
The executor's disembodied sounding voice came to her clearly
I tricked zeratul, I tricked you, and now I have saved another life from
you. you are losing your touch queen of baldes, you know commander raynor
calls you that?
Kerrigan roared with rage, but she couldn't do anything against the taunts.
A hallucination of herself flayed itself, rolled in pylon crystals, chopped
off it's head and began to dance around her taunting her. it flew up, and
hung it's head on the top of her fortress
"ARGH!!!!" she threw the sliver of the khalis across the room, where it
shattered
and one day...one day I will keep my promise...nobody will miss you, not
even Jim anymore, he finally knows you're gone...completely gone. Infested
to the core
unlike Artanis, the executor COULD cloak, and he DID know how to use a psi
blade.
He felt a pang of guilt for what he had done to Zeratul, maybe i can...
he eye smiled evilly,
a torresque was walking along, minding it's own buisness as much as super-
ultraisks ever do, when suddenly it started getting slashed to ribbons, it
bellowed in pain, writhed around some, then fell a few feet from some very
stunned zerglings, splattering them with blood, and strangling one with a
heavy peice of intestine-the tangled zergling squealed and squealed, soon
it was abrubtly cut off.
He uncloaked for just and instant, then sliced them to bits, leaving one to
report back to kerrigan, running for it's life, he sawed off the torresque
tusks (a/n now THERE'S a tongue twister!)
crept back to the protoss camp, and uncloaked. He ran into raynor halfway
to the viscom room.
"Z-Zeratul???" now the executor laughed. NO! It is I the executor!
Kerrigan does not seem to like being called the queen of baldes...what is a
bald? Is it an offensive word?
"Ex- WHOA! Where'd you find THOSE???" he gaped at the tusks.
cloaked. I wish to make amends with Zeratul for making him lose
conciousness, and taking his place.
"you knocked him out????? I'd take my chances with kerrigan."
I would not.he thought over their conversation-what kerrigan had said
about Artanis, actually taking it in... especially one detail. It
connected, it swept away his happy mood, and filled him with anguish
no.
"what? What is- EX??? ARE YOU OK???" The executor had collapsed to his
knees-backwards because of the protoss leg joints
artanis...he.he... he tried to calm himself despite the fact that the
room was swirling around oddly, he mangaged to finish :
Soon he'll be like....her
then he colapased.
whooo...10 pm to 2 am.
Be grateful!
I spent 4 hours typing this!
Yeah...I'mslow
rlena: to learn as well!
Skunky: --;;; why do I put up with you???
-skkunky