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Several species mentioned here are mine however, are likely still in development (indefinitely because I'm a huge procrastinator) and will be only briefly touched on in official capacity within the confines of a story.
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Legend:
"..." = Normal Speech
**...** = Thought-Speech
~...~ = Invasive Overwhelming Thought-Speech
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Artanis shook his head to clear it, cursing to himself at his inability to keep the memory from overwhelming his senses. Rohana stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm briefly, above his gauntlet, encouraging him to relax, as she moved to stand closer to Valerian and the Zergling. The memory flash had broadcast to those present, though none spoke on it as none knew Artanis to have siblings, nor was it something they could address properly at the moment.
Artanis dissipated his blades, taking in a steadying breath as Rohana crouched down before him, eyes locking with the gaze of the Zergling, who also relaxed, crouching down as she did, the four-toed forepaws lowering hesitantly as the blade-limbs on its back slowly withdrew to disappear along its back carapace. Valerian also relaxed, completely baffled but patiently waiting for an explanation.
Karax and Vorazun wordlessly asked what had happened, why Artanis had seized up at the sudden flash of memory. Artanis simply shook his head, not wishing to acknowledge that the Conclave had likely done some irreparable damage to his mind.
Or, that the stasis had done so, which he hoped to be more the case, as the Conclave had been the ruling force of the Protoss for so long, yet Adun's example had proved that the Conclave did not, truly, know best for their people as a whole. The Tal'Darim were testament to that, and, while barbaric in some aspects, their semi-communal model worked well to further their communities as a whole, even without the Khala and under Amon's assumed constant supervision.
Rohana held out her hand once more, this time palm facing toward the Zergling, held upright before her. It hesitantly shuffled a step forward, eyeing Artanis briefly before gingerly raising its forepaw, holding it in almost an identical manner to Rohana. Valerian had no idea what this meant, even Egon not fully recognizing the gesture at first.
**You were trained by a Judicator, were you not?** Rohana asked, hesitant at first, yet pressed her palm to that of the Zergling. A sign of trust used between members of different tribes, something from far in the past of the Protoss. It blinked, and nodded.
Artanis took a quick step back, shocked, Karax and Vorazun both surprised that it not only understood, but responded. Zagara, still watching from her spot in the Medivac, narrowed her eyes, glad she had removed herself from the situation.
**This is madness. It's a Zergling!** Vorazun exclaimed, said Zergling narrowing her eyes to look at the other Protoss Female, turning to Valerian, then looked back up at Artanis before turning back to Rohana.
**I am not a Zergling, though I may appear like one.** Responded the apparent non-Zergling. Artanis stiffened, Vorazun near collapse, even Karax appearing stunned. Rohanas eyes widened, almost appearing to double in size, having not expected such clear and concise response, nevermind a female one. **My name is Arska.**
That name, another frighteningly familiar to Artanis, made him cringe, another sharp pain erupting in the back of his skull. Karax caught this, moving to gently steady Artanis, should he need it, glancing at his control console where another alert came up, displaying that the Spear had picked up a teleport near their location. Rohana turned as Artanis seemed to reel, eyes screwed shut and one hand held to his left eye, even Vorazun and Valerian showing concern. Egon had been busy writing down all the information he could about his observations of Arska, then looked back up and blinked.
"Uh, where'd she go?" He muttered aloud. Rohana had moved to rise, turning to Valerian who blinked and shrugged, both looking around before Valerian spotted motion near the cave, Arska's tail disappearing into the dark.
**Should we pursue?** Vorazun asked, watching Artanis with concern. None noticed that Zagara had stealthily approached, until she gently took hold of Artanis' head with both hands on either side of his skull from behind for a brief moment before she withdrew. He relaxed, slowly removing the hand from his forehead and opening his eyes, the sharp agonising pain receding to a dull ache. Turning, he raised a brow quizzically at Zagara.
**There is something causing a psionic and physical block to a section of your mind. I cannot remove it without possibly causing damage, as I am not familiar with Protoss physiology.** She explained, moving away respectfully. **If you have no further need of me, I would ask your permission to return to my Swarm.**
**Granted. I thank you, for your swift response…** Artanis nodded, knowing she simply wished to bring her Overlord down to ferry her off world, uncertain of what exactly she had done, yet thankful for it as his pain subsided. Zagara gave a light bow, nodding to Egon and Valerian before moving to wait for the Overlord they could only just make out high above.
Karax nodded a thanks to Zagara as well, releasing his hold on Artanis' arm, still concerned as the Zerg had been known to have taken control of Protoss minds in the past. Artanis shook his head to dismiss Karax's concern, shuddering once as the lingering touch of Zagara on his head made his skin crawl. Yet more so his concern returned to the teleport coordinates provided to him by the Spear regarding the alert that had occurred a moment previous. They matched the location of the center of the crater, yet much farther underground.