Reclamation of Aiur - Story
[Warning: Brood War Spoilers]
Prelate Daanis watched from the shadows as the glow of Artanis' engine faded in the night sky, eventually being enveloped by the countless stars above. After a moment, he knew he was alone. Truly and utterly alone, on the face of a world that, while friendly, was not his home. Shakuras would never replace Aiur. Most of the Sargas Tribe was crippled, or dead, like all the Protoss, but it was the Akilae Tribe, once the most numerous, that had suffered the greatest losses. It was they who had valiantly remained behind with Fenix and Raynor to ensure the escape.
"Are they gone?" Selthain stepped from the shadows behind Daanis, and the Prelate was only startled for a moment before he remebered that the Dark Templar had no connection with the Khala, and he could not feel their minds as he did his brethren.
Daanis' eyes remained fixed. on the sky. "Yes."
"And he has left it to you?"
Daanis shrugged. "He trusts me, Selthain."
"We've a great deal of work ahead of us."
Daanis closed his eyes. "Some things are unavoidable."
The brightly lit halls of the Citadel of New Antioch brought no comfort to Templar Keldan, who sat in quiet thought, brooding over the reports he'd recieved from the Khalai responsible for building his ships. Nothing. Or close to it. That's what he was being told.
"You look troubled, Templar." Taiandus cocked his head to one side, watching Keldan with some interest.
Keldan glared at him. "We have nothing. We can DO nothing but sit here and wait for the Zerg to return, and then what, my Judicator friend?"
Taiandus looked cofused. "Then you haven't heard yet."
Keldan's interest was peaked. "Heard what?"
"Artanis has ordered that Prelate Daanis oversee the
reconstruction of the fleet and a new expedition to Aiur. And you are to lead our
starfleets, Keldan." Keldan's eyes shone a deep blue. He would have his
chance after all.
"Get back! Get them the hell back!" Derek Caden shouted over the
roar of the flames. The swarms were mounting another attack on their improvised base
on the frozen surface of Braxis. Derek was reasonably certain that they had no way
of getting off Braxis alone, but held out, not knowing the dismal fate of the rest of
DuGalle's fleet. He had no way of knowing that even if Earth Command did know that
he and his men had crashed on Braxis, that no one would be able to help.
The stage is set. Kerrigan's swarms lay silent, waiting. Now is their chance, perhaps there last chance. It is time for the Protoss to return home.
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