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**How do you know what my energy is capable of then, 'Arska'.** Alarak asked, using the Zergling's given name as shared with him and Kul by the others, unamused and ready to take out his frustrations on the nearest supplicant when he returned to his fleet. His thoughts cut like a finely honed blade, the Hybrid-Zergling narrowing her eyes and hissing lightly at him.
**I can recreate it, but I am, admittedly, not strong enough to create enough to lower the shield, let alone the bindings.** Arska then brought her Protoss hand-like forepaws together, separating them slowly as crimson energy, much akin to Alaraks own, crackled between them. She held it for a moment, focusing and straining before she almost collapsed and the energy dissipated, appearing dejected that she could not do so for very long. Kul seemed impressed, Artanis and the others skeptical, more waiting for Alaraks decision.
Alarak eyed the little Hybrid, he assumed, as she was not a Zergling nor Protoss, but he could not deny something nagged at the back of his mind. Had he, Highlord Alarak, perhaps missed something about this situation that he should have noticed? No, of course not. The Highlord misses nothing. Before another word could be spoken, Alarak groaned, rolling his eyes lightly, shaking his head.
**I don't even know why I'm humouring this…** He announced before unleashing a blast of crimson energy at the barrier. Arska squawked, a protest as she quickly leapt away from the impact site, growling at Alarak as the energy seemed to ripple across the barrier and become absorbed by the construct inside it. The barrier shimmered, once, twice, then dissipated altogether suddenly.
Arska seemed to brighten at this, quickly returning to the spot she had sat before, and reached up a paw to touch the door. It opened with a deep grating groan of metal and a hiss before a wave of old, stale, dry air issued forth from inside the corridor beyond the door, lighting slowly coming to life as she began padding inside on all fours. Kul shrugged as he followed, Alarak shaking his head as he, followed by Artanis and his five companions, followed suit.
Rohana and Karax, with Egon, made silent observations of the inside of this corridor and the structure around them as they entered. The corridor seemed easily large enough to accommodate possibly even an Immortal walker, nearly twice as high as Artanis stood tall, easily just as wide. The construction clearly matched Xel'Nagan technology, but appeared to have aged even more than anything else on Aiur, as though it had been here longer than the Protoss had been in existence.
"This is… Ancient, even compared to other Xel'Naga temples." Valerian muttered, gingerly going up to one of the walls to run his fingertips along a light strip, coming away with not simply dirt and grime, but Zerg creep, which he quickly squished between the fingers of the gauntlet, raising a brow as it seemed to wither and die. Where the creep had peeled away, the wall glowed a pale green-blue, the creep appearing to slowly attempt to recover the light, however it seemed so dried out that it was unable to keep itself going.
**Creep? Here? Arska, what have you not- oh.** Kul exclaimed, as they approached another door, which Arska opened as well, and skittered happily ahead. Beyond the door, brighter lights lit a massive circular chamber, two ramps running down from either side of a long platform that extended out from the doorway straight toward another much larger circular platform, where shadow obscured something raised slightly from the platform and covered in more Xel'Nagan construct, though it appeared black, so dark it absorbed light and did not reflect it. Around the platform, Creep had spread up the walls and along the ceiling, through several ventilation holes that allowed it to seep into the main hallway they had entered from. This allowed the room to be lightly humid, yet still notable was how dried out some of it seemed, the creep attempting to spread over the platform turning to dust underfoot as it did not hold enough moisture to continue to grow.
Kul cautiously stepped onto the platform, which appeared about half the width of the hallway they had entered from, beyond the doorway, looking around cautiously before striding out, watching Arska hop up to place her forepaws on the black Xel'Nagan armour atop the platform in the centre of the chamber. She let out a trill, and Kul had to jump briefly to keep from being shaken off the walkway as something within the armour attempted to move, though it was likely a jolt of surprise, the heavy armour bindings connected to the ceiling and platform holding down whatever, definitely massive, being Kul intended to free jolting as it appeared to be spooked awake. The shaking of the platform had not been the only thing affected by the bound individuals attempt to move in response to Arska, the hallway they had entered from felt some of the vibrations as well, Alarak and Artanis the first to follow Kul into the chamber.
**See! He can hear, just not speak.** Arska exclaimed, almost lovingly rubbing the side of her face against the armour as she sat upon another portion. Kul cautiously approached the armour, trying to figure out where the being's face would be. Artanis and Alarak watched, remaining a few meters back warily. Rohana had stepped into the space, peering into the darkness beneath the walkway and platform. Several pairs of eyes, glowing gemfire like Arskas, only difference being they shone blue, peered out warily from the darkness of the circular chamber.
**Judicator?** Kul hazarded, Artanis and the others all frowning at the title being used toward what appeared to be a Hybrid. Kul tensed, watching as part of the armour, flaring out from what appeared to be a face vaguely resembling that of a Protoss, rose from where it rested, connected to a long, though strangely thin and almost emaciated appearing, neck. The crest, as they assumed it to be, spread easily as wide proportionally as those adorning most Zerg Ultralisks, but the face, smaller, narrow, almost as one would expect a Protoss to have, remained heavily obscured by the armour. It almost appeared like the armour worn by the previous Tal'Darim Highlord Alash, just with solid paneling instead of visors.
**It is you!** Kul exclaimed, spotting a scar just barely visible on the right brow of the armoured form.
**Good, let us free him and be done with this.** Alarak began gathering his strength for another psionic blast, Artanis attempting to move to stop him as they had no idea who this Judicator could be. Arska and Kul quickly hopped away as the crimson energy leapt forward, almost happily, colliding with the armour and dancing along and piercing into it, into the platform and up into the ceiling along what appeared to be limbs from the back of the bound Hybrid. As quickly as he had unleashed his energy, Alarak regretted doing so as it stood up, on all fours, the energy that did not become absorbed by the armour, absorbed by the Hybrid, which it then began to use to pull off, or moreso push off as it regenerated flesh beneath the chunks of armour in a frenzy.
***Author's Note:***
This is where I need to stop for now, as the other story relating to this storyline needs to be fully up beforehand, and I need some feedback on this. Please leave reviews/comments/questions for me!