Dropping out of warp, the Spear and Hyperion found themselves in the middle of a warzone. Three different Thrashers were fighting to strike the small light-being that seemed to play with them, taking out their thralls with brief surgical strikes. It appeared to dance, as though the battle was some sort of play, the Void Thrashers accidentally striking each other, their attention shifting to berate their fellows while attempting to figure out how to strike the swift light.

As they watched from afar, the Light being seemed to blink, crossing a massive distance to move away from the strike range of the Void Thrashers and closer to the onlookers. It appeared to gather a great deal of energy, unleashing it as three lances of light that pierced through each Thrasher, killing them in one motion. It paused, shook its head, and turned toward the Spear. They had not realised it was so close, as it appeared so much larger from a distance, however, it floated slowly closer, hovering just beyond the shielding of the Spear.
Given the distance, it must have been no larger than Xerxes had been, though without the massive flaring headcrest he had sported, instead adorned with horns. Karax seemed to be taken aback, the form before them emitting light from between panels of gold and violet metal, as Ashtareen had been said to in the texts he had read long ago.
Its gaze instantly fell on him, before it turned to look at the Hyperion curiously, and back to them. It blinked again, this time, within the shielding of the Spear, and slowly lowered itself to the walkway behind Alarak, gaze never leaving them as first its feet, then its hands -which appeared more like paws-, contacted the walkway. Its glow lessened, and the armour peeled away like water from its face and revealed a beautiful yet vaguely Zerg-like face, five angular armoured plates adorning its head, along its nose ridge. Whiskers, akin to nerve cords, extended from the furthest back portion of the armoured brow, though they were small, thin and retracted to be little more than decoration. Unlike the armour, it only sported two large horns that curved back and then up in an S shape, its face beyond the crest distinctly appearing feline, fur covering what remained unarmoured, ears held back and sitting slightly unevenly on either side of its face, the right higher than the left. Karax reopened the commlink without looking away from their guest so Matthew and Valerian could see their visitor more clearly as well, though quickly moved to the upper command level. He only just barely held his excitement, this creature knew of Ashtareen, clearly, and did not appear hostile to them. Alarak stared up at it, narrowing his eyes as it turned its gaze down to him, brilliant Amber gemfire eyes meeting his crimson ones.
Alarak glared, skeptical that such a being would enter the Daelaam ship so brazenly, yet, its presence almost encouraged him to relax. As though it emitted some form of aura that would make even the most vicious and unhinged pause, which washed over him for a moment as its gaze met his. Alarak fought the urge to look away, as though his many misdeeds and usage of supplicants were a blemish on his soul that this creature forced him to face.

**The Luminous One welcomes all touched by her Light.** Karax sent to it, uncertain if the ancient reverence would translate properly.

**And Pierces the Darkness so those who are not, may see it and despair.** She responded, smiling, craning her neck to gain a better view of him and, much to Alarak's closely hidden relief, away from the Highlord. Artanis and the others turned to Karax, as Alarak moved aside. Her voice seemed to exude confidence, concern, hope and trust, washing over those who heard it with calm and understanding. Karax bowed as he moved closer to her, earning him one in return, the quadruped placing one forepaw ahead of her and lowering her head to her chest. This motion exposed the five pairs of spines mirrored along the back of her neck, and showed what appeared to be an ancient scar behind her left ear.

**You are an Avatar?** Karax asked her, as she straightened up, earning a nod. **Why here? Why now?**
**Our tether, a Judicator who had been trained in the old ways, has been absent. Ashtareen could not gain ground to help, though, there have been other methods utilized that She chose to, -circumvent- Amon blocking her from this realm.** She explained, pausing a moment to formulate the correct word, purring lightly. Alarak crossed his arms again, glaring up at the apparent Avatar.
**And so you show up now, when all is done, to clean up the mess left behind?** He announced snidely. She lowered her head to meet his gaze evenly once more, pushing her aura against his psionic barrier pointedly. Almost as though she knew it bothered him.
**I came here, now, as a courtesy. Because those who were meant to continue to praise her Light and show Her reverence, turned away to become selfish.** She breathed a plume of golden energy at him, as though dismissively, almost exactly as Xerxes had earlier. **I am Samateus, of the Taalrulthians. A dimension-hopping ally gave me access to this realm, only as he too is a loyalist of Ashtareen.**
**Selfish? We-** Alarak stopped, Samateus baring very large and vicious teeth at him. Her aura withdrew, instead her direct threat of blasting him off the ship passing through his thoughts like a blade through dry grass.
**I will hear none of your protests, Alarak of the Tal'Darim. We know who you are, who so easily can turn his own followers to dust for his selfish desires. I may change my mind about listening to you, however, speak again out of turn, and I'll send you into the Luminous. Do you understand?** Samateus growled, arcs of amber psionic lightning dancing amongst her teeth as she audibly hissed. Alarak simply nodded, ducking his head ever so slightly.

Artanis shared a concerned glance with Vorazun, yet remained silent as Karax seemed to be fully invested in speaking with Samateus. Rohana seemed in awe, the radiant being exuding an aura of peace and calm she had never felt before, stark contrast to the hate and rage of Amon.
**You were touched by him, three of you, I can tell as much.** Samateus moved to gently touch her, unexpectedly soft and warm, nose to the side of Karax's headcrest, causing him to blush and lightly shudder. As though lifting a massive weight from him, he could feel her light pushing away a dark cloud hovering at the back of his mind that he had not even really noticed as being there. He shook himself, blinking a bit and watching as she did the same for Rohana, who reverently knelt, only for Samateus to shake her head and encourage her to stand.
**I am not one to worship, please. I wish only to be a friend, ally and confidant, if needed. It's all I've ever wished, and Ashtareen has made such more than possible for my kin and I.** She smiled, letting out a light purr as Rohana leaned into her, on the verge of collapse, as what appeared to be a shadow rose from Rohana, only to fade into nothingness. Artanis, the last of those present who had been 'touched' by Amon, watched as Rohana thanked Samateus, pressing her forehead to the crested ridge of the Taalrulthian before both turned their attention to Artanis.
"Uh, not to interrupt, but what exactly is going on?" Valerian cleared his throat and attempted to gain their attention.

**Just a moment please, Emperor Valerian. Though I believe you may wish to speak to your Admiral about a friend of his wife, Mira Han. Ask her about Jill.** Samateus directed toward the two Terrans, before turning to Artanis. Valerian could be seen looking at Matthew accusingly, who shrugged and shook his head.

Hesitantly, Artanis cautiously lifted a hand, Samateus moving to touch him, but stopped. Artanis raised a brow, looking up at her, unsure why she would stop when she had been so willing and selflessly helped Karax and Rohana be rid of Amons influence, even if they had not acknowledged it still remaining. Samateus seemed reluctant to do the same for him.
Was he willingly holding onto the Rage and Hate that Amon had filled him with? Did he, somehow, harbor sympathy for the dark God? Had Amon purposefully left something in him to possibly use to return?
Samateus chuckled, psionically and physically.
**No, no, you do not hold onto his influence freely, however, Xerxes should have cleansed you. Though admittedly, given his condition, he likely did not have the strength to do so and continue to keep Amon at bay.** She explained, rising up on her hind legs as energy began to swirl around her form, light flared around her, as her armoured quadrupedal body melted and shrank into a bipedal one, glow slowly receding. She looked herself over as the Light and energy dissipated, leaving behind a young, tan-skinned female Protoss in light armour, similar to Rohanas, the only thing showing them that this was still Samateus, was her tail which had shrunk down proportionally, five small ridges along her crest and the pale blue and silver markings along her hide.