Scout's turn
Mojo swung the joystick to the right, and the scout twisted in midair, missing the incoming glave wurms and scourges. He turned his scout around and fired some missiles at the scourges, vaporizing them instantly. A scout went down next to him, scourges tearing through the hull, and exploding in their kamikaze attack.
The scouts retreated back to the photon cannons, which opened up on the incoming zerg, in the air and the ground. Mojo rained some lasers down on the hydralisks and swerved to the left as a wounded mutalisk tried to ram him.
Suddenly a transmission came to Mojo's scout, so he flew to the back lines to hear it.
"En Taro Adun, Praetor Mojo!" said the voice of Judicator Aldaris. "We have lost the signal from Praetor Fenix's communicator. We fear the worst."
"Where are the dragoon squadrons, sir?"
"Right below you, Praetor,"
"Then they'll come with me." said Mojo.
He sent a message down to the dragoons, telling them to form on him. He also picked out the scouts that were in the best condition, and took them with him. He also brought the Arbiter, hoping that it could shield them as they tried to rescue their leader.
He led the formation, twisting and turning in the air, dodging the battle that was raging around them. He boosted his engines, and the rest of the scouts followed suit. They traveled east, the last place the Judicator had connected to Fenix.
The scene below them was not reassuring. There were two dead zealots, and as the scouts flew in lower, they saw many slaughtered hydralisks and zerglings. Blood covered the trees and the ground.
Then Mojo picked up two protoss bodies with his thermal sensors, covered in zergling carcasses. He swooped down, and landed. He and the other scouts piled out of their ships, and armed themselves with plasma rifles. Mojo walked over to where the sensors had picked up the heat signals, and started lifting zerglings out of the pile until he saw Fenix's arm. He grabbed it, and a zergling leapt up and clamped onto Mojo's arm with his teeth and claws.
Fenix's head popped from the pile of "dead" zerg and yelled, "It's a trap!"
A dozen hydralisks that were burrowing ripped out of the ground, and attacked the dragoons and pilots. Mojo banged the zergling on his arm against one of the trees, and he heard a crack. The zergling fell, squealing in pain, before the newly freed Fenix shoved his blades down its jugular.
Mojo pulled out his pistol with his good arm and starting adding to the fire that the dragoons had begun.
Fenix leapt into the fight like a tornado. The hydralisks that had been firing needle spines were completely caught by surprise. Fenix was finding new ways to kill hydralisks when the dragoons opened fire again, and the pilots sniped with their rifles.
The fight was short, and the zerg lay slain on the forest floor. Fenix wiped some blood off of his face with his arm, and smiled at Mojo.
"En taro Adun, Mojo. Thank you for the rescue. Now come, we have a base to defend."