"Entaro Adun, Executor," Aldaris said. The Judicator's orbs leered at Xeneon with a menace he'd forever learned to loathe. The Judicators, in control of the Templar, and the Templar their servants. Things would change, today.
Aldaris was the son of the late Aldaris of Tassadar infamy. The late Aldaris had ordered the so-called hero Tassadar to burn infested Terran worlds. Instead Tassadar defied the conclave and the result was the subsequent invasion of Aiur.
And the death of Xeneon's entire family to the swarm.
After the war the Judicators, now following the teachings of Tassadar, had reformed. They would not be like the old Judicators. They would listen to the warriors and scientists and never marginalize them. Slowly though the Judicators became more like their predessors until now, ten years later, nearly all the old habits had reasserted themselves. The arrogance, the elitism, the privileges afforded those of Judicator rank all returned.
"...so young one you are tasked with making contact with the denizens of this new galaxy and to warn them of the Zerg," said Aldaris.
"What if they are infested?" Xeneon said softly.
"Then render whatever aid you are able."
Render aid. Like Tassadar had tried to do, and failed, luring the swarm to Aiur's magnificent temples and cities. That would not happen again. They would never be victims of the swarm. Xeneon had cultivated his Dark Templar powers over the past decade, unknowningly to these fools, and had pretended to be their puppet. Xeneon turned his head, letting Aldaris see the back of his neck and the freshly severed nerve endings freeing him from the telepathic intrusion of the Judicators.
"Young one, what is wrong with your neck." Aldaris leaned forward. "You have... you have cut them. What have you done?" Aldaris took a step back.
"I have disabled the security system in this room. Submit and it will be painless."
Aldaris raised his hand and formed a psionic ball of energy. Xeneon was ready. With one swipe of his psi-blades he cut off the Judicator's hand. The uncontrolled psionic energy shot across the room and shattered an unshielded Khadarin crystal. The crystal exploded, sending daggers and shrapnel flying through the room. The daggers pierced Aldaris' exposed flesh in a dozen ways. Xeneon's shields shimmered, deflecting the shards.
"I told you I disabled the security system," Xeneon said. Xeneon aimed his wrist disruptor at Aldaris and emptied an entire energy clip into the Judicator. Then he reloaded, and fired another thirty shots on full automatic until there was no possible way for even Protoss biotechnology to salvage the smear on the ground.
"If only you were more like your father," Xeneon said stepping on the Judicator's remains. He walked over to the Judicator's desk and tapped a communications panel.
"Command," the voice of a carrier captain said.
"The Judicator is dead. Alter course for the nearest inhabited world," Xeneon said.
A pause.
"At once," the captain said.
"Now, I come for you Zerg," Xeneon said. He was now in command of the Protoss Expeditionary Force, and all infested would be cleansed by holy fire.
[
Download my new Protoss shipset here. It took me a little more than an hour to make it, and it's basically a cut and paste job from Blizzard's website, so it's kind of bland.]
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