"Would you like me to show you the ruins my friend?"
-The Arrival
While taking a test flight, Wolfe got a call on his intercom.
"Yes?" asked wolfe as the intercom crackled to life.
"This is Commodore Mark of the fleet Omega, I require some assistance from you and a few of your comrades." answered Mark.
"I see, what do you need assistance of?"
"I am leading the expedition to find out what went wrong with the science vessel that detonated without warning, we think foul play was involved."
"Its about time we found out what happened. I would be glad to help out. I will notify some of my pilots of the mission. But why do you need us?"
"As escorts, incase we are cut off guard from an enemy, since the battlecruiser is not maneuverable enough to keep up with a mobile enemy in space."
"Roger that. Where shall we meet?"
"Near the battlecruisers..."
"Oh right. See you then. Wolfe out."
He cut off communication and flew back to base. It was time to get some pilots.
Wolfe stepped out of his wraith as did three others out of theirs. He walked up to a man in uniform with pants that didn't quite match up with his shirt.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can locate Commodore Mark?" asked Wolfe.
"I am he. And I suppose you are Captain Wolfe of the Crio Air Force?" answered Mark.
"Indeed I am."
"Alright then. The mission will commence shortly. If you or your fellows have any questions you can contact me through Channel: 18732. Now, shall we get started?"
Mark got together all of the necessary people equipment. It was made up of his battlecruiser with full crew, a science vessel with the black box tracker (no nukes 'phew'), and were accompanied by four Crio wraiths.
"All systems online. We are ready to depart, remember what we are looking for." ordered Mark
"Roger that Commodore." said the navigator.
"Lets see what caused this catastrophe." said Wolfe.
The ships flew at an average speed so they could stay together. They slowed their speed as they approached the scarred face of Mrodeg. The moon was a dull grey with off coler on where the blast had gone off. Mrodeg was a almost equal size to Crio, and not to far away from it either. Besides the marks on the moon, there was no other debris in the vacinity. The science vessel picked up a weak reading, coming from a direction in a straight line.
"Sir, it appears the black box is moving only slightly. It might have hit something." said the scientist.
"That is a good thing, for I doubt this ship could have caught up with an object going at that speed." said Mark.
The hours passed while flying through space, with only a faint shine from the distant sun of Crio. Wreckage began to be seen as they were moving and they slowed down. The science vessel flew next to a few of the peices of depris that was left, some appearing to be of and alien origin.
"I believe we might have found a clue Commodore. I will proceed with collecting the specimens." said the scientist as he turned on the robotic arm.
The robotic arm came out slowly from the science vessel from a hatch neer the bottom. It took the peices and stored them in the lower compartments.
"It shouldn't be too far behind now." thought Mark.
They continued for a few more minutes when the tracker started to beep rapidly. Ahead of them in the direction from the beep were two mutilated ships. It was a long time since a terran had seen a Protoss scout, and seeing one now was almost unbelievable. The four wraiths were sent forward to check on the vessels. As they approached they attempted to open their communication links to the ships. As they tried they heard a voice in their heads, like the aliens in the stories they heard about when they were young before relations with the Protoss were cut off.
Terran scum, we must not let them live. For SeAn! said one of the pilots within the scout.
The pilots heard a feint beeping noise coming from the two crippled ships, and their hearts chilled with fear.
"Retreat Dammit!" cried Wolfe.
The wraiths started to turn on their thrusters as a blinding wave of light enveloped the scouts. There was a flash of white as the silent explosion was set off. One of the wraiths was enveloped in the light as two others were tumbled about from the shock wave.
"Mayday, MAYDA-" said a wraith pilot before he was cut off.
"Nooooo!!!!" yelled Wolfe.
As the light vanished there was no trace of the scouts, with two wraiths with minor engine damage. The wraith enveloped in light was hard to distinguish, for there was only a chard cockpit and peice of wing remaining.
"You two, go into the battlecruiser hatch and get repaired." ordered Wolfe.
"What are you doing Cap'n?" asked one of the pilots.
"I'm saving him."
Wolfe took the emergency helmet and oxygen tanks in the back seat as he locked it on to his vacuum tight suit. He opened his cockpit and kicked off his craft to save his fallen comrade. As he approached he lached onto the window, seeing nothing but the chard glass. He cracked the window open and found the pilot sitting unconcious in the seat. Wolfe searched the back of the pilots seat and grabbed the oxygen tanks. Luckily the pilot had his helmet on already. He quickly connected the oxygen pack onto the unconcious soul and grapped a hold of him. Wolfe kicked off of the damaged wraith to his own . As he was floating toward the craft he saw a shining object to the right of him. He made a grap for it and placed it in the hand with the unconcious pilot. As Wolfe crawled into the cockpit and made sure everything was ready he closed the cockpit. The pressure was regulised and oxygen was restored once closed. Wolfe looked at the pilots dog tag which read Robert Paulson. His face was partly scorched, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed, and a possibility of internal bleeding. He set the thrusters toward the battlecruiser and spoke through the intercom.
"Mark, open the damn door." said Wolfe.
"Mark stood with a stern look on his face and opened the airlock when he was sure the other pilots were safe away from it. As the pressure returned after the bay was closed Mark walked toward Wolfe.
"That was an incompetent thing you just did Captain Wolfe, you could have been in the cold clutches of space." said Mark.
"I would rather be me than just him sir," said Wolfe as he remembered the extreme cold of space, and started to shiver, "for I believe in honor."
"Touché. What is that in your hand there?"
"Its a box I found."
"Ahh, I see you found the black box."
"It doesn't look black to me."
"Would you rather had it that color in the void of space? Hm?"
"I see your point..."
While the sciencevessel and battlecruiser were setting their course back to Crio, the two damaged wraiths were being fixed by the crew while the pilot Robert was taken to sick bay.
"Another semi-successful mission." sighed Mark.
Dgaha was alive with war. The shuttles waited in the atmosphere as the other ships arrived.
There were a mass of twenty carriers coming their way from their home planet. Behind them there were a swarm of a hundred corsairs, thirty scouts, and fifteen arbiters. Each one had a greenish glow to their sheilding. Orders came in that for the safety of the fleet a new technology was massed produced in the sheilding, but could not be given to the ground troops, which consisted of a large amound of dark templar, reevers, and a selected few dark archons. The shuttles and ships were off to Jigao, to fight off the Khala Followers, and obliterate all opposition...
"My leige, what is the news of the upcoming attack?" asked Darigaaz.
"VERY SOON DARIGAAZ...SOON. THE CURSED PROTOSS ARE ABOUT TO ENTER A BATTLE AMONG THEMSELVES. AND DURING THAT TIME, WE SHALL STRIKE THE TERRAN." responded the Overmind.
"Is there a chance the Protoss will destroy eachother?"
"YOU SHALL SEE. EVERYTHING WILL BE PLAYED OUT SHORTLY...IT BEGINS!"
SeAn's forces soon came into view of Jigao. Once they arrived they would unleash their ground forces to eliminate any foes there. The ground forces would be backed up by the carriers, while the carriers would be supported by the corsairs and scouts, creating a cycle of power.
A group of scouts came back from their post around the planet.
We report that the enemy has been sighted, repeat, the enemy has been sited.
Comfirmed, said the commander of the fleets as he looked on the screen,This is Commander Alzig, all units report to Sector 4-G for battle. For SeAn!
Khell looked out into the voide of space as he and the rest exited the wormhole. Khell was both anxious and troubled, they did not know the true strength of their enemy, and worse, neither the terrain of the planet. Either way the enemy would have the upper hand. He looked into the distance and squinted his eyes. There were several bright dots, appearing to be of Protoss origin.
Scouts...Commander Paih. said Khell.
Yes?, replied the head of the carrier fleet as he heard Khell address him.
I have spotted the enemy, prepare to engage in combat.
I will inform the others.
An alarms was sent out through the fleets system's as several corsairs wizzed past one of the shuttles.
They are here already! yelled Khell.
He sent out an order to the other scouts to engage the corsairs. Several photon torpedos were fired and soon obliterated a corsair. From behind, a group of thirteen corsairs started attacking the shuttles. Several were shot down, killing the zealots inside. Paih launched the interceptors in large waves from his own ship, quickly followed by another carrier. There were several explosions as nine corsairs were pummeled.
There was another alarm issued as an enemy carrier was spotted behind them.
They are using arbiters! Bring in more observers! said one of the pilots into the intercom.
An observer was sent over, but before it could sense anything an enemy interceptor crashed into its lens. The only visible enemy carrier had a green tint to its sheilding, being possibly some new technology. Twenty scouts were sent in and fired at the carrier. The large hull started to buckle and spark. It sent out the last of its interceptors, killing off three of the scouts. The carrier exploded in a bluish green nova, sending the scouts spinning back. There was no sign of the enemy for a couple of minutes. Paih ordered all of the shuttles to begin their decent to Jigao as several more enemy corsairs were spotted and attacked the shuttles yet again. The corsairs were met with interceptors as they went to and fro shooting at the enemy. A corsair lost control as the pilot was startled and crashed into one of its fellows. Several interceptors were caught in the explosion and were destroyed. The remaining known corsairs flew in to their targets as Khell and several of his scouts came in behind them. Before shots could be fired, one of the scouts suddenly exploded as several enemy scouts appeared behind them.
Shit! Behind us! I need back up, Paih, send more carriers to sector 9G now! yelled Khell.
Five carriers came in and destroyed the enemy scouts and corsairs without losing a single interceptor. The battle area was yet again quiet. Several of the carriers started to build up lost interceptors within their mini-factories. The battle line was spread out thin, with the Khala not even knowing how many enemies there were, and not to mention where.
Excellent work Canog, they didn't expect a thing, although more of our ships were lost than I would have expected. said Alzig.
Yes sir, what are you next orders? asked Canog.
Send the rest of your corsairs and scouts to our shuttles. Make sure that they are not attacked as they travel to the dark side of Jigao. We want them to expect nothing.
Affirmative sir.
The cloaked carriers started to spread into a long line. Several arbiters were sent to follow behind each group as to protect them from sight. One of the carriers accidentaly slipped out of the arbiter's cloaking field. Its reactor went critical as several corsairs ambushed it.
What in the name of Xel happened? yelled Alzig.
Sir, the enemy came in from above and attacked a carrier that was in sight. responded another carrier pilot.
Where are the corsairs now?
They flew off back to their fleet. It seems that the damned Khala have begun to take the offensive.
Alzig looked into the distance through the veiwing shield and saw the bright lights of the enemy. Finally they would have their full revenge on the Khala followers. SeAn was a great leader. Always vigilant in going forward with action. Soon he will be here. Soon They will be here. Soon, the universe will be theirs as it was long ago. There was still the danger of the Terran, but the Protoss have not heard of them for years now. They would be next, after the Zerg. That dreaded name.
They are our half brothers so to speak. said Alzrig.
What sir? asked one of the carrier operators as he walked pass him.
The Zerg, they are like our half brothers, created by the Great Ones long ago. Those treacherous beings, they were the cause of their destruction.
The Great Ones will take revenge upon them, won't they?
No, we will. It is our duty to destroy the misfits, along with our Protoss brethrin that follow the Khala. They are blind to the truth, and for their insolence they will be destroyed. Now, get back to your post, and only think of victory. Failure is a fate worse than death.
A message was recieved in his thoughts.
Sir, the shuttles are flying along the surface as we speak, what is the next step? asked Dardja.
Order five of the shuttles to go out of the cloaking field and continue forward. The remaining will stay stationary and wait. The element of surprise will be ours. said Alzrig back to her.
Excellent. Lord SeAn. I hope that you are whatching over us now, for we will be victorious! Alzrig said to himself.