Raynor Raider received the last piece of the puzzle that is given by Valerian.
It was a ancient ship that is drifting in the void.
As the fleet arrived, it was enormous in size and length...
And Alexander judged it to be the size of three Eldar Craftworld. How else the ship he was on, is dwarfed by the sheer size of the relic before him...
The exteriors were pummeled by stray asteroids for millennia.
But they were not alone.
As the fleet delve closer to the ship, the husk of a ship came to life and began to emit several of bubblelike spheres, as the fleet send a rock to test the defenses it was shredded, and the scanner revealing it was shielded by rip field generator.
He knew that it would just hinder the procurement as Protoss shields are unable to be affected by this defense..
He spoke with Matt.
"Commodore, Inform the Fleet to land near the engine deck... We shall use the Yamato cannons to eradicate the first rip field generator to make a beach head..."
"Enemy fleet inbound! My god!"
Protoss signature blared to the radar as the images of Protoss like ships began to buzz out of the dead ship hull. Interceptors flew out of their carriers like a swarm of bugs.
They managed to stay hidden from the scanners of the fleet and now in intercepting course.
"T'aldarim units confirmed, All Hands to Battle station! All fighters are engage them!" Matt spoke as he ordered.
"This is flight control! All hands on deck! Prepare to engage! Form up immediately, this is not a drill!" The hangars across every ship blared out their warnings.
Wraith and Thunderbolt fighter launched from their hangars as they engage their foe.
The fleet was a a impasse as the t'aldarim sent more void rays to melt the armor of their ships.
"Sir, detecting Warp signatures. There is something arriving at our location!"
Another crack purple haze of immaterium opened and a fleet bursted forth.
The ships were elegant and sleek as it was as if it was a luxury craft than a warship.
A comms appeared before the command deck.
It was female looking human... But a lot bigger than usual.
With pointy ears and slit eyes it attracted most of the people at the screen.
"Greetings... I am Farseer Laenar of Craftworld of Ulthwe. I have brought my fleet to give good tidings on the battle field."
Alexander spoke with a tone of respect.
"This galaxy had not seen the might of the Eldar... I would humbly respect the aid that you given to us be spill upon the Foes before us. Before our destination lies the end of a nightmare." Alexander simply pointed at the T'aldarim fleet before them.
"So shall it be so... May our blades light your path... Unifier..." The communication ended.
The Eldar cosair fleet engaged the t'aldarim and they played with them in the voidness of space.
Every ship that chased them ended up a smoldering wreck as their attacks were predicted long before the attack had begun.
Every close encounters of the t'aldarim death rays the captains of the cosair laughed as they were informed that these were akin to the dark Eldar albeit a cheap copy of the real thing.
They held no qualms to delay the t'aldarim fleet for Raynor and the rest of the fleet to fire upon the engine deck and eradicated the rip field generator and began landing the troops on the ground.
"So this is the reinforcements you call for?" Raynor spoke seeing the efficiency of the Eldars. Still harassing the T'aldarim.
"They would be better...as they do need some form of entertainment."
"Don't tell me... You shagged their priestess?" Tychus joked.
"I am technically married by their laws...same thing like Matt over here."
"Sir, can you not rub the salt on my wounds."
"The only difference... Instead of a card game... It was a galaxy that needed salvation. Now! Breach into their defensive line! My fleet would be the breacher, use the opportunity to hide behind them!" Alexander cryptically spoke.
The T'aldarim fleet were confused as the fleet suddenly went back to the other fleet that was made of giant ships.
Never in their mind that these primitives were insane enough to use their ship as battering ram.
Giants Thrusters that made trails of light flre up like comet trails and made the giant block of metal rammed into the t'aldarim fleet.
Many of the ships manage to rammed with such velocity that the t'aldarim fleet were crippled as the ships that the Imperium crashed into, were facing bording actions.
The t'aldarim ships corridors were filled with laser fire that blinded them.
As the confusion began to spread.
Raynor Raiders managed to arrive at the vicinity of the ancient ship engine block and unloaded lancers upon the first rip field.
Upon the explosion, hundreds of gunship and troop transport that landed their payload to the surface alone. Prefabricated base defenses dropped directly at the entrance of the engine deck. And began unloading copious amounts of bolts.
The t'aldarim open fired at the incoming group, their interceptor and fighters stolen from their righteous brethren now engaging the flood of transports that were making a mad dash to land their cargo.
The imperial fighters accompanied the landing began to engage the Dark Protoss and this time.
The T'aldarim didn't realized that the aircraft have been looked down on, have been upgraded heavily compared to the four years ago.
Now every imperial aircraft have ion shields that was equal to a capital ship. And capable of Warp Drive independently if their mothership were to be destroyed. And their armor is as compressed to the point and engines that is able to provide three times of a regular variant, that might as well call them flying brick on steroids.
The Imperium learned from their mistakes is a dangerous one to face.
As every previous record in the battlefield. Every sacrifice of soldiers of the imperium. Their death meant something. Even now, there is a live recordings of the pilots being transmitted to see the battle data to be digested and make the imperium even more dangerous.
The t'aldarim interceptor squadrons crashed and burned. They thought they were prey, but they were hunted by the monsters draped in innocence.
Every lascannon, every stream of bolters and missiles that chased the T'aldarim fighters is a death awaited for them.
And the fighter engage the t'aldarim fighter coverage as the troop transport made a forward position.
They unloaded the first basilisk company that sounded the war that would wage war against the foes of man.
And now as the first wave survived the few minutes of hell, they placed a Teleporter beacon and guarded with their lives, more heavier ordinances have teleported.
Raynor Hyperion managed to land and unloaded their cargo of soldiers to the frontline.
The forward base of operation was made.
And time was of the essence.
They began to cover ground and made progress. And they found someone...
"Don't let them get close to the artifact! Our god wills it!" A t'aldarim zealot that defended the cell blocks roared as he rushed toward the battle lines of the Terrans.
And he ended up in a pile of smoked flesh.
The figure in a certain jail, sat as he meditate.
The explosions and crashes of vehicles disturbed him very much.
He recalled how he got here...
He was tasked of defending Aiur Evacuation,
But in his rampage he was abducted by the T'aldarim.
"Templar B'ob.... Do I hear them saying they are here to free us?" One of the other prisoner spoke.
He silently nodded as he held back his unbridled rage against his fallen brethren.
All this years he saw the people he defended, sacrifice to the dark god these heathen worship.
As he heard the footsteps rushing to the jail block that held them captive.
B'ob raised his eyebrows.
Two Terrans stood by the doorway as they spoke.
"We Friend from Raynor? You prisoner?" Their garbled language translator attempted to translate his language.
One of the dark Templar spoke.
"Ah yes, you are Raynor's men?"
One of them bearing a crack helmet nodded.
He shot the pylon that powered the local complex grid.
"Intact Forge, nearby, help us destroy the Plyons. We do the rest. And you return to Shakuras" The crack helmet spoke in their native language. The captives understood.
The prisoners escape their captivity and they saw the place they were kept in was in open flames.
Terrans were fighting back.
Their first view of a Terran marine smashing their dark brethren skull into the hull.
Every inch was taken by the sheer amount of explosives and shells.
The captives managed to find a intact forge and armed themselves with the weapons within.
Their Psy blades glimmer in the shadows as they disappeared in the darkness...
Templar B'ob roared as he rushed along with the remaining zealots as they dove headfirst into the horde of traitors and began ripping and tearing.
The T'aldarim defenses suddenly went offline as they were confused as they saw a glimmer of a green blades destroyed the probes that attempted to rebuild the pylons.
"Hunt them!" A Zealot roared as they used their stolen observers to scanned their enemy. But in ironic sense their scouts were killed in the crossfire.
Leaving the defenders in the dark.
"Should we take prisoners? Sir?" A commander spoke Alexander that was prepping his mech.
"Leave none of them alive. They never wanted to be prisoners." He spoke as he tap the mech with a spanner and he took control of the vehicle. He smiled as he left the hangar in a trail of light.
The most of the hotheaded t'aldarim were goaded out of their defensive lines. Those that remained were shielded by the rip fields.
But even that were not a guarantee, while it may destroy projectiles and artillery.
They neglected the fact that their foes had laser weaponry and a million of these lit up have downed any zealot charge.
Suddenly the ripper fields suddenly destroyed from within.
And as the rip fields fade away.
The brutality of the Imperium was shown.
The sounds of artillery now rained on the now shieldless frontlines.
And the rumbling of tanks began to rumble across the desolate deck.
"Send out the colossi!"
A group of quad legged egg shaped behemoths teleported to the frontlines.
And began to emit their heat lances and giant fireballs. That forced the spearhead to retreat.
The t'aldarim cheered as these were destroyers of life...
They didn't realize they tempted fate.
A far louder warhorn sounded that it broke the silence of space.
5 collosal titans teleported directly on the frontlines and opened fire at the group of Colossus and by the sheer heat melted their circuitry. And created a breach in the defensive lines from the sheer blast radius.
Proton canons, pylons and gateways were destroyed in their wake.
What the t'aldarim cheers went into silence as their trump card was burned down.
They found something to fear as the metal giants took a walk as they trampled the defensive lines.
The psychic screams began.
The Protoss gasp as they saw a choir of inferior using their psyker that rammed into their own brains.
Visions of war, blood and murder flooded their minds that saw the malice of war that waited them, that no god of theirs would stand against the madness of what was before them.
Alexander would have made a fairer war. But he was on a time limit.
He needed to disinfect Sarah Kerrigan and prepare for the end war in this galaxy.
If the troops didn't arrive at their timetable. He would simply just Exterminatus the ancient ship.
But he sent several salvaging teams to aquire the relics that survived the blast.
Relics that just ignored by the defenders were teleported away from the battlefield.
As they made their way what is essentially the command deck of the ship where there is a assumed safe that held the last artifact..
There was a large tremor.
Many raised their alertness, and the source of the tremors, revealed itself.
A Protoss mothership burst from the ancient hull and began to fire at the arriving troops.
Laser and plasma fire rained from above and shot down several fighters that attempted to try their fate...
It scorched the first few hundred tanks that were unable to escape.
A loud psychic boom was heard.
"You shall never get the artifact! And as a defender of my god, I will not allow it!" The psychic scream echo cross the desolate ship.
Alexander shrugged as he spoke. As his mech floated above the air.
"I will personally rip your god eyes out and place his skull on my fireplace!" Alexander spoke. He lunged forward as countless lasers that would have eliminate his mech countless times.
He admire the Protoss aesthetics... Gold... efficient but... Sadly he didn't like the red streak that line up the hull.
After seeing the full might of the mother ship.
He pressed a trigger and a enlarged tachyon arrow launched and eradicated in a single blow..
The giant mothership core was hit directly and it lost power, causing it to crash down.
The soldiers rushed to the wreck and began to search for the missing artifact.
Surpassingly the safe that held the artifact was durable and the last piece was found.
The final piece of the artifact have been assemble..
Alexander stood before the artifact that was being prepared to shipped off. His mech was sent back to the hangar for maintenance and he was surveying the post battle effect.
Such a simple piece of a artifact can remove the infestation...
He was in deep thought. A explosion occured happened in the ruins of the mothership.
A soldier rushed in with panic etched in his face.
"Colonel? What's the problem."
"Sah, problems, tha's a bloke that killed off the salvaging team! A big un!" He panicked.
"MIIIIDDDDASSSSS" A scream echoed across the desolate battlefield.
Alexander frowned, that was a name he almost forgotten...
Alexander turned to the Colonel.
"Inform all forces are to evacuate the premises and rejoin the fleet to char!
Seemed like there is a foe my blade need to be quenched."
"Sah..."
"You all have a family waiting for you at home... Convey my orders....now! This is foe that is beyond your capacity trooper." Alexander spoke
"Besides... Believe in god emperor would defend my plight." He smiled.
Raynor and Tychus walked towards him.
"You sure you can handle whatever been killing your men?" Raynor spoke.
"Boss... I hate to barge in.. but us it that serious for you tha get uppity close with that danger?"
"Raynor... This thing that called out is not something even you can handle it..."
"Even the Queen of Blades?"
"I doubt it... Now Raynor better rendezvous with your Ex girlfriend and Tychus... Keep the cowboy safe ya hear?"
"Well, it's your orders boss... Don't you go dying on me... I hate to see a Client like you dead. Hard to find people like you these days." Tychus spoke.
"So am I..." Alexander watched in the distance...
"May the nightmare be over."
The soldier that received the orders nodded as he rushed to the command taurox as to relay what he was commanded.
The evacuation sounded and their forces were teleported from the now desolate stage for the newcomer...
Everyone was packing up. The Techpriests that found the Protoss toasters in the mothership wreck, clutch their newly found gains as they teleported away
Even the Dead and the husk of the vehicles are teleported away from the battle.
No soldier deserve to die in a forgotten land... Much less a Battlefield that is coming soon.
Alexander walked towards the center point of the struggle .
The copious amounts of fire power that once howled became deathly silent.
The remains of the task force that were salvaging were morbid.
Salvaging vehicles and soldiers were turned into paste. Their transponders were crushed before they could even teleport away.
As if they were flatten by sheer gravity.
He walked to the visual distance and found a stranger stood in a pool of blood.
Alexander gaze upon the figure.
The person looked strange... Out of place.
The person is 13 meters tall. Wear gold armor that is medieval. And in the person hand held a tower shield and a sword that was akin to a lightning shaped broadsword.
Alexander frowned.
Because who wears medieval armor in StarCraft and is literally a giant?
[No... It can't be...]
"Know him?"
[He's dead... I saw his corpse! He is...]
Alexander remember someone...
"The First knew that upon realizing that you killing the seat members, you gain their skills, technology and their vast arsenals, he decided to asked my Master to resurrect his brothers to take place to deny your growing power, and proceeded to kill the surviving members off, including mine..."
"[Stoic]..." Alexander blurted out the figure before him..
"You.... Are not my brother!" The figure growl.
"You are not even human, just a monster that is stitched up by my brother's cadavers..." He added.
"At least they gave consent... At least they are not revived from death like you. I have a purpose than a dead puppet." Alexander spoke in silence that were knife in the void.
Alexander raised his blade, now simmering in glowing light, not the blade that bursted in flames that he used before. Pure and clear.
The figure before him roared as he rushed in abnormal speeds beyond what normal height of a man could sustain.
Making him like a battering ram that pierced the dying ship that suffered injuries beyond its control.
Alexander clashed with his blade with the dead knight before him.
The gravity around him slowly growing heavy as he was the epicenter of the abnormality.
He used a bolter pistol and repeatedly shot the figure skull as he was pushed back by the sheer charge..
Sparks and explosions covered the figure head.
The charge ended as he was rammed into a pillar and it caved by the sheer force.
Alexander growl as a Halo appeared above his head and he sped faster before the fallen react. His blade clashed once more.
Sparks between blade and armor as winds that were as wild swept the stage of death.
The Xenos ship groan and heave as it's ancient corridors and walkways were destroyed in their fight. Unable to sustain the sheer might between a Monster of a man and a dead knight.
And this time he was already suffering 200 x the gravity of Jupiter and the more he fought his advantage of boosting himself is getting weaker. And the figure is getting faster.
"Any ideas how to kill him!" Alexander groaned as he was kicked in a high Velocity that he ended up several kilometers away from the fight.
[Stoic... He was one of the best duelist of the Thousand... The more you fight, every minute he would definitely raise Gravity by a fold.]
"I don't need to hear the History lore, we are getting kicked here!" Alexander spat his teeth as his nose was broken.
[He... Died by sheer numbers and warp based weaponry. He was a duelist, he was mobbed by the traitors. The warp signatures from his wounds were made more than 70 of us...]
"Great... 70 primarch grade traitors huh?!"
[There is one way...]
"What is it!?"
[You have to overclock...]
"What the price?"
[Your soul will be a fuel, Your body can last for Five minutes... And you become more like the Emperor of Mankind... Not the good one.]
"Damm ... Might as well do it, I will not let my men die for me."
[Overclocking Now...]
A flatten Chimera flung to his general direction and ended up dropped where he stood as a figure rushed to his location.
"Die!" His broadsword aimed at the flatten Chimera.
Before his blade connect.
Light bursted from the wreck and caused [Stoic] to take a few stride backwards to reasses the danger and a Figure slowly stood up.
The man red hair slowly turned into a myriad of White, Gold and Red streaked across his hair that grew bangs. His uniform that was damaged by the fight, now replaced by golden plate armor. He grew wings that were made of not mere flames... But light itself.
One his hand is a sword that is so bright that it burn like a star... And the other bore a flag pole that held a flag symbolize the Imperial War Flag, fluttering in the winds that bore the figure entrance.
A white Sun appeared above them. Its radiance light up the way.
A swung of his Flag, warriors made of light and Soul appear to aid the figure.
Soldiers that died stood by the figure behind him.
From the stalwart man to the silent Astartes that died for humanity dream awaited his command.
Even the stars above, cracks of reality bore the dead, flooded to aid the call of arms.
Ships that died in their millennia of duty, honor and vengeance now floated above him. Ready to heed once more.
[Stoic] roars as it bore a resemblance of the father he once lost.
"MidaSs!" The knight turned into a abomination of a man, pus and decay flooded out from the near invincible armor that unable to hold back the corruption withinm
"Go..." Alexander softly spoke as he simply waved the flag towards the foe before him.
The army of light aimed their weapons and their bullets trails aimed true.
Whisp of bolt trails and lasguns that were pales as the sun.
Macro lancers rained from orbit and orbital bombardment rained nonstop.
It broke the Xenos ship apart, it scatter into the pieces as it heave its last breath of existence. The battle never ended as the dead and the forgotten chased after the figure that used the pieces of the wreck as a foothold as he jumped towards where Alexander stood.
A fighter rammed into the body of Stoic and explode in a explosion in holy sphere.
The knight roared as he removed the ghostly shards of the craft. His helmet was gone and his features were shown.
A look of a man that was sick of it all.
He growl as he lunged towards Alexander once more, using his tower shield like a surfboard, ignoring the millions of Lasgun and bolters that chased him.
Alexander jumped up and used his wings to meet his foe.
Blades clashed and this time...
The knight found his own blade cracked and broken upon the clash.
He slowly stare at the man that his sword, still rang true, aiming at where his heart once stood.
The armor that once block Alexander attacks simply crumpled as of reality itself gave the victor the truth.
A giant explosion engulfed both of them.
Far away from the battlefield, stood a man on a barrel of a gun. He was weird as he wore scientist uniform and a Goblin like person walked towards him.
"Master... Did it work?"
"The Galaxy Gun didn't affected them. Piece of garbage." The man smiled as he felt the immense bloodlust emanating from the location.
"Destroy it, leave nothing behind." He spoke.
"Master, you made the gun? Why don't we simply just bring it back?" The goblin spoke.
"The galaxy seemed upset with us."
"Ah! Intruders!?" The goblin scream as a pin sized hole appeared on his head.
The scientist that was smiling frowned as he met several dead Imperial Assassins arrived at his location.
And one of them felt disturbing.
He raised his arms as he laughed as he envelope by a shroud of darkness.
"I just here to ascertain the man strength... Keep the gun if you want.... Nothing ever changes. Even for him."
Alexander stood before a man that was dying.
The explosion did indeed killed him had it been not the blessings of the ecclesiachy...
Now he returned to normal. He knelt to the knight that is dying before him.
Stoic heave and breathe, his armor was in tatters and most of his limbs were evaporated. The darkness that chained him is gone.
"Tell...me...are....you... truly ...him?" His eyes seemed to find some clarity.
"I am not him... But I... Keep his dream alive."
"What...is...your...name?"
"Alexander Solair..."
"Good...name." he chuckle.
"Is...my...brothers...safe?"
"They are with me...stoic"
[Brother...]
"That...voice...sounds...so... familiar." Stoic eyes Clouded as his body is expiring before his eyes.
He turned to Alexander.
"May...your path...be...true."
"Father .... mother...brothers...I... joining you."
[Brother?]
"He's dead, Theseus... He does no harm." Alexander closed the figure eyes as he materialize a Flamer.
In the wreck of a once a mighty xenos ship.
Giant flames engulfed where Alexander once stood.
He watched in silence... As the knight devoured by the flames and his ash drifted in the wind.
[Why do you even give him a funeral? Surely you can harvest him right?]
"He did his duty... I prefer that your brother have some solace, having free from his chains... I am still human... After all." He held out his hands to the fire and got a handful of ashes.
"May you rest in peace... Brother..." He held out his hand and let the solar winds scatter his ashes.
[Thanks.]
"Anyway... Let's meet up with Raynor."
Alexander waited as a ship that heeded his transponder arrived at his location. And headed towards the rendezvous point.
(A/n):
there no point of fighting for the future.
I stare at a cross and my translated bible... And I felt nothing from it.
No divine message... No purpose.
All the prayers didn't stop the screams I hear in the jungle.
Been to a church... And all I felt was more expectations and responsibilities that is beyond my control. Why is it that society demanded young men like us?
Why should we...even fight for a society that hates us down to our bones? That blame our skin , our personality, our dream?
Our religion hates us... Society hates us... And yet they demand us to be the cog for letting their hedonism thrive?
They preach equality, but they refused to be the ones to clean the toilet and do the wiring.
They love murderers and terrorist. I saw how people cheered for murderers, how they cheered like the fools that wanted the Romans to release Barabas than Jesus. And sending money to a foreign land while their nation burn down...
I lost something, something on me died when I first realize the truth.
Christianity never provided a solution to young boys as they congratulate the men that got married... And never the divorce men. As if its some worship of the winners than consoling the loser game.
I thought it was a place of healing for sinners like me that wanted to repent, some form of closure.. now it's just a museum for saints and indoctrination to follow after them.
That god word is above all else.
And any form of independent thought is devil work.
Funny, pastor shamed single men that they are the reason why socialism exist because they want high expectations and a perfect woman that cater to every needs.
A house of Pharisees that nitpick the bible to fuel their fantasies. That their word is the truth.
If someone said Jesus would come and arrive to this world.
They would dare speak to his face and said
"You are 30 years old you homeless bum. Why didn't you get married? You are a Messiah? Did you take Adderall?"
That is what I truly felt from attending a "Western" Church. It's just a husk of itself.
And the while people rejoice of newcomers... They ignored the massive amounts of men leaving the church.
A man in America that was my acquaintance took his time to let me see his point of view in real time sermon.
It broke me. And I wonder if being a Christian held a meaning?
The religion held no meaning. A building that offered nothing for us. It's just a den to show how much of fetish of being a good little cultist that demand their faith is their truth.
They are no different from the Radical Islam.
At least Islam gave a illusion that we were meant to have brothers and a society that did cared.
Christianity? What did they offered? Tangible ones instead of hopes and prayers?
Or is it the blaming and shaming of men?
Christianity is too fractured to even called a religion at this point.
It would be a sight to see...
A group of men that been disowned by god, religion and society.
to see them burn everything down because society never tried to understand them and shamed them the moment they know the consequences of their actions.
And society still blame them, still in fantasy that they could be shamed back in the fold.
A godless men without purpose is more dangerous than a one with a dumb idea.
I join the silent ghosts now.
Men and boys that were abandoned by god and Society.
Didn't Jesus said one thing?
"I did not came for the clean, but for the weak and the sick?"
I am not crazy to be a preacher.
Nor I have divine mandate by god.
At least I provide some company that needed someone listen to, in the darkness as we all fade away.
Perhaps there was indeed someone in this god forsaken earth. In a world that gone insane.
There is someone in the madness that genuinely cared to listen about their plight than bashing them, because they unable to get married, that they are unable to get a job.
I don't yell at them but try to understand the men that been through the wood chipper.
I been called a chink, but at least I made a decent acquaintance from the said racist. I understood his fears and concerns. Trauma of living in a post communist country in Balkans where everyone have mask and roundabout ways to say they hate you.
I am not charlie Kirk wannabe. Never had the Brain matter to achieve it.
(Except Certified Child Molesters regardless of gender, they deserve the wood chipper. Their reason of them relieving their trauma to pour on a kid is disgusting. Why do they still exist and use taxpayer dollars to keep them alive?)
We are not dead, nor alive.
Silent until the world end.
I understood that there is no place for me to dream of a brighter tomorrow.
Because all I see is demons walking among us. And hell is pretty empty. Considering people fetishizing demons to be bangable.
(Note: I am not thinking of taking my life. I just felt empty inside compared 2 years ago, when I still had hope in the future. Interesting... Maybe a new mechanic...)