Fenix makes his stand

Note: keep reviewing people. I like zealots having guns, too, but they don't get owned ever. They simply go easy on certain things like cannons and other missile firing units.

Back at the base, Fenix knew that his time to talk was limited by the crashes and thuds outside of the Gateway. The building was like a second home to the zealots and dragoons, so Fenix thought that it was a good place to inspire them in these hard times.

The zerg were about to overrun them. Fenix had a plan. He was not going to tell this plan to his warriors, for it would scare them. And scared soldiers were worse than civilians. Civilians…..ugggh. (yay to dissing myself. Holy crap! Diss is not a word according to spellcheck! Nor is spellcheck!)

"En taro adun, brothers. You have been very brave in the face of all these dangers. I would just like you to know that I and the Conclave are very proud of you. And remember all of the ones back at Auir depending on us vanquishing these filthy creatures. Remember that, men, and you shall succeed."

Fenix hoped that his speech would give his men enough energy to hold off the zerg for him to accomplish his plan.

Mojo pulled the trigger again, and the zergling in front of him exploded, and its blood made two zerglings slip and loose their footing before a zealot pounced on them, making mince-meat out of them.

Mojo only had to distract he zerg for about ten minutes, before Fenix was going to do.

Fenix approached the pylon, the ancient source of power for the protoss. His plan was going to work, there was enough energy in the pylon to destroy the whole zerg army, but harnessing it was going to be different.

The archons were holding the gates of the citadel shut, and the zealots had now fallen back, as Fenix had ordered them to. The scouts were pretending to be overrun and turned back. Fenix thrust one of his blades into the pylon, and immediately he felt a burning sensation.

He was dully aware that the gates had been open, because he was more focused on channeling the pylon's energy. But then a zergling clutched onto his arm, the one that was stuck in the pylon. The pain was unbearable for Fenix. The combination of the zergling and the fiery psionic energy of the pylon was going to kill him, he now knew that.

He was about to withdraw his arm, when he remembered a lieutenant. A lieutenant that was willing to give his life for his praetor, for his friend. Fenix had sworn that his sacrifice would not be in vain, and if he backed out now, Asriel's life would've been wasted.

Fenix roared in a mixture of pain and fury and with a sudden pump of will power and adrenaline, linked himself with the energy of the pylon. He looked at the hell-beasts approaching him, intruding on his citadel, and unleashed the full fury of a protoss warrior.

The zergling on his arm popped, vaporized instantly. He pointed at the oncoming swarm, and like a funnel, fired the psionic power of the pylon. The zerg army was destroyed in the first blast.

If anyone is confused on how that happened, remember how Tassadar dies in the game, when he channels the dark templar's energy through the carrier and destroys the overmind. It's basically the same principle.

EPILOGUE:

Mojo walked through the desecrated carcasses of the zerg army, looking for a sign of his commander. The citadel was all but destroyed by the tremors after the explosion and the explosion itself.

He found the tattered body of Praetor Fenix, and laid it in an empty dragoon's shell.