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Well somebody is dead.

I shuttered at the daydream, I hated the thought of my death. Especially the thought of my life ending in such pain with every arrow causing an eternity of pain. Waking myself up to the outside world once again, I realized that my foot was about to step off of a drop, so I pulled back before I toppled over the side.

Hearing a soft roar, I looked down the cliff and saw waves striking a beach that lay hundreds of feet below. As I peered upon the waters below, I felt the ground rumble. Turning around, I could see in the distance a pillar of dust rising into the air. At the base of the pillar was thousands of Blade Dancers with a solitary leader running ahead of the rest.

The leader stopped and rose his bow into the air, after a brief second an arrow was released into the air. Thinking about my daydream, I began to have a flashing reoccurance in my mind. I waited for more arrows to join the solitary streak. But no such event occurred. The single air began to get closer, when it exploded. The massive heat and light output was blinding, yet amazing. Before I realized it, the concussion struck me. Knocking me off of the side of the cliff, I reached out and grabbed ahold of a single rock that jutted off of the side, ten feet down.

My fingers held tightly to the rock, so I hung from the side by a single arm. I wondered if my throwing spines could assist my climb back to the top, but then I recalled that my armor covered my spine pouches. So I had to climb without anything that could help.

After a few seconds of hanging from my location, I decided that it was time to make my way back up. Slowly bringing my other hand up, I reached for the rock to bring myself higher. Catching on, I placed my feet against the cliff wall and slowly rose a bit higher. Taking my hand from the rock, when I felt comfortable, I searched for another hand hold. When I found one, which was very small, I pulled myself a little higher, a little closer to safety.

For several minutes, I was searching for hand holds and slowly rose higher. After a little longer, I began to get much closer to the top. When I was almost there, a head poked over the side.

"What are you doing down there, Uni?" Aabosheth asked.

"I thought I would take a little swim." I said coldly back.

"I bet you would sink. Besides, you idiot, you've been wanted. I have searched for days and you finally have the nerve to appear. I am glad that you fell off the side of this cliff. But now, we must return to the Hive for a mission. We have a mission, Uni, something that you will enjoy, I should hope." Aabosheth said, his four beady eyes staring deeply into mine, as if to search for some hidden knowledge.

Extending a hand, I accepted it. Pulling me up, I was finally over the edge and got away from it. My heart pounded, telling me that I was living, as of right now. With a sigh of relief, I looked to Aabosheth, who was smiling at the revelation that I was slightly frightened by my condition. Though I thought he would be as well, because even a Zerg should feel fear when something calls for it. I can say that the sound of an explosion makes my insides churn in nervousness, even if it is a friendly sounding explosion.

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With that we returned to the Hive, where I was placed into the sticky, vile insides of a Overlord. I felt a soft breeze as the Overlord filled itself with oxygen, but after the Overlord stopped the heat within it became almost unbearable to me. But I was stuck here, going to a lonely world called Zygoth, a new gem to add to Kerrigan's crown. After that, I was unsure of where the Swarm was moving. But from overhearing Kerrigan, I found out that most of the Swarm was migrating to Zygoth to prepare for a "final solution to her problems." Is this "final solution" a thrust at an enemy that would just not die? Will this final thrust actually be final? Only time will be able to tell.

Oh, I so did not see that coming. That was a great move Knight.

That was epic. Brilliant, I must say.

Chapter One:
Rain and Snow

Thud, thud, thud. Hearing that infernal sound would drive anyone crazy, except me. Every other step was resonated with a thud. I had tried so many times to fix it, but it never seems to get better, in fact in most cases it has gotten worse.

Walking just outside of the capital city on our new homeworld of Serbulus, my loudness would disturb none of my brethren. I did not mean to be loud, but my cybernetic leg caused more trouble than it is worth. It should bother me, but I would rather listen to my crashing about than be forced to live in a near claustrophobic shell.

I look back at my life and I think about how much I have wasted it away with what I am and what I wanted to be. Being a Judicator, now JudoExecutor, I am destined to advise, never fight. But it was my dream to be an engineer or a Zealot. Science and the art of war has always been my interest, but it wasn't just listening or learning about it that held my eye, it was partaking in the experiences.

I shouldn't have been surprised when I lost my arm to a Hydralisk, but it was something that I was unaccustomed to. Yes, I killed the Hydralisk and I kept fighting, until I lost a leg to a Zergling that had dodged my psi blade. The Zergling was killed, but after I had my leg completely removed by that filth. But the problem lay with a single detail, I was not a Zealot nor a High Templar. As such, I had no safety recall device, in fact I had not a scrap of armor. All I had was a pair of hand crafted psi blades and a "borrowed" shield emitter. It took three Zealots to get me out of combat safely. Sometimes I wonder why they saved me, instead of Braxiana. We fought side by side, but they saved me instead. He was hurt worse than I, he just didn't show it.

Now, I stand here just outside of Srebrenica and watch the soft rain pelt the snow covered ground. My silvery mechanical leg glistened in the cloudless twilight. I looked at my stump of a right arm and winced at the phantom pain that still plagued it. It was as sharp as my memory allowed me to remember, the sharp teeth of the Hydralisk glistened in the soft glow of the buildings. Rearing back, the Hydralisk launched a spine. Instinctively, I jumped to the side. Saving myself from death, the spine went through my arm and completely severed it. Enraged, I cut the Hydralisks head off. Blood gushed from my wound, so I used my psi blade to cauterize it. It hurt for years afterward, with several surgeries to finally fix the problem, which was occassional rotting of the flesh during our roaming of the Koprulu and Brutus Sectors.

'Ah, there you are!' A voice called out to me.

'What is required of me?' I asked.

'You have been summoned to attend a meeting of the Conclave.' The Protoss stated.

I turned and took in the sight of a youngling, meerly a page for the Conclave.

'Then I shall report to the Nexus immediately.' I stated.

'What? No, the Conclave wishes that you not embarrass yourself. You may use the communication system within your chambers.' The page said, trying to hide his amusement.

'Does the Conclave really think that I embarrass myself or do I embarrass them?' I asked, coldly. I cared not that this youngling had no knowledge of why I asked this, but he may have a clue, a large, metallic clue.

'They told me to bring this with me.' The page drew out a panel and pressed a button.

A crackle of energy and a warp rift formed. After a series of singeing seconds, I had already knew what was appearing. My prison emerged with sparkling blue energy. The Immortal carcass had been recalled from both my engineering bay and from the back of my mind. This was truly an embarrassment; not only did I achieve my dream of being a warrior, I had brought along its nightmare. My self-freedom depended on the hulking machine and the whims of the Conclave. Now I am seeing the truth of why former Executor Radis had chosen to leave rather than follow the self-destructive Elders. The events of the First Great War are playing out once again.

(only read up to the part were Aabosheth fetches Unigog)

Wonderful job, Knight!! You made really good conversations and plot devices there. And I would like to thank you wholeheartedly about an inclusion of a character modeled after me. Thank you.

OMG! Silents back! Hooray!!!

OT: I wonder if he will choose not to and become a fugitive o.0

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OMG! Silents back! Hooray!!!

Heh. Good to see you guys again. I'll still be rare in the armory though, but I'll do what I can to pop up. :)

OT: I wonder if he will choose not to and become a fugitive o.0

I was thinking the same thing.

BTW, Knight I hope your tribute to me did not alter your plot too much.

Silent, I must admit that the plot alteration to place a character fitting as a tribute to you made the story better than it was to be at first. My first thought was just having Unigog converse with a Protoss AI that was protecting an underground sanctuary. Instead, having Braxiana has helped with character formation and the continuation into the second part of Crimson Deeds. Because in Sarctis' younger years, he was Braxiana's companion. So to answer truthfully, the plot has improved. :)

Also, I can't do near as well as you can, Silent. But I am glad that you think I am faring well.

I hope this new addition will please those who are still following the story.

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I clambered aboard my prison and sank into the seat that I designed, since I didn't require the bluish liquid like many other Immortal occupants needed to survive. Once inside, I took off my mechanical leg and placed it back in its case. Outside, the youngling pressed another button and my hulking machine warped back in my engineering bay, my forced home.

With a heavy sigh, I engaged the communications array with the Conclave's Nexus array.

On the screen, I saw members of the Conclave and the other seventy JudoExecutors that had been appointed to their positions. Some of the JudoExecutors were inexperienced, while others had seen combat from their advising positions during the Second and Third Great Wars.

I, on the other hand, was not allowed to be present during battle, for the reason that I was "not ready." My father saw fit to fill my time with chores, education, and exercises. Pointless as they all were, and we both knew it. But it kept me from learning about actual warfare and the importance of the Judicator Caste. He kept up the order of work for me, until he was killed.

I remember watching the recording over and over, naturally analyzing every detail. After four hours of examining the entire battle recordings, as recorded by the Celeste, I knew what went wrong and why. I naturally saw my father's mistakes, but I could have never brought him back, even if I wanted to. From then on, I wanted to make a name for myself. I wanted to be on the battlefield. Not just advising the Executor or Praetors or the Conclave or any commander, I wanted to fight. I wanted to show that the Judicators are better than just for their analytical skills. But when I got my chance to fight, I not only proved that I was a horrible warrior, but I furthered the resolve to never allow a Judicator unto a battlefield with a weapon in hand.

Now I am stuck in the prison with a Conclave that is ungrateful that I have learned from my mistakes and the mistakes of others. They are embarrassed by the fact that I enjoy to wonder around, even with my loud mechanical leg. I show off something the Conclave doesn't want to other Protoss to see. That I live as though my mistakes mattered, as if they have changed something on the inside. I live my life not in fear of the past, but in bringing the knowledge of the past for those to see in the future. That is why I have seen my Conclave to be taking the same road they took when Tassadar defied the Conclave. But what has bothered the Conclave this time is that the Executor was a Dark Templar, a powerful Dark Templar. Radis had been the bridge between the Auir Protoss and the Shakuran Protoss ever since the First Great War.

My memories of Radis were fond ones. Ever since meeting with him when I was younger, just after the Auir invasion, I knew him as a strong leader. I must say that Radis was the one that put the idea of fighting for what you believe in my head, I hope I am not blaming him because he showed the truth then as he did during his time as Executor.

'Sarctis? Sarctis? Are you even paying attention?' A voice faintly called.

Slowly I snapped back to reality.

'I'm here.' I said with my distorted voice.

I really must say that I hate how these dreadful machines distort the elogant voices of our brethren.

'.....has come to order. The first item to be addressed on our agenda is the distribution of power. Each JudoExecutor will recieve a territory or quadrant to protect. With that territory or quadrant, the necessary troops will also be assigned to you.' A Conclave Elder said, his droning voice dulled my mind.

The Conclave began to drone out names, assigned areas, and troop assignments in a slow order. Being over seventy JudoExecutors, I figured that I would be near the back of the list.

"JudoExecutor Andur; Srebrenica Territory; two thousand Zealots, two Carriers, and four Collosi." The list went on and on, it seemed.

After a while, the Elder announced that those were the assignments and that all JudoExecutors should know most of the others assignments so that they can properly maintain the separation of powers. My name had been entirely excluded from the list, which made me angry to say in the least.

'This meeting is adjourned. Tomorrow, we will discuss the rules of engagement to the JudoExecutor and the rules governing the JudoExecutor's conduct.' The Elder announced.

On my screen, all of the Protoss were filing out and the room darkened. Then the screen read "Transmission Terminated" as the image faded away.

Sarctis is a aiur protoss right?
he will lead the aiur protoss away from serbulus to meet up with radis
that would be awsome
is the person who didn't get saved when sarctis did the hologram that unigog met?

Yes, Sarctis is an Auir Protoss, as is Braxiana. As for Auir Protoss, many have already left with Radis. The isolation that Sarctis feels is a result of the Conclave forcing him to the side. He is only a JudoExecutor by title, as of right now. And yes, Braxiana is the Templar that was left behind and is the one that Unigog conversed with. As for the hologram, it is just a projection of what Braxiana looked like before he died, because he now is infused in a digital form inside a computer data network.

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I stared at the black screen for several seconds, it took me a moment to register that I had once again been tossed aside by the Conclave. Not only have they mandated that I stay in my prison when in public, but now they have denied me using my hard earned knowledge for the greater good of the Empire. There may not be much of the Protoss Empire left, but it is still operating, and I mean to keep it intact as long as I live.

My screen flashed and a face appeared. 'Yes?'

'JudoExecutor Andur requests of your presence.' The blank Protoss-like AI stated.

'I will be there shortly.' I said, my voice filled with boredom.

'Fare well, JudoExecutor,' the AI said.

The screen again went blank. Extending my presence across the entire Immortal, I began to control the bulky machine. Pressing a button on my console, my engineering bay doors opened. Moving forward, I exited and went slowly down the crowded street. People moved out of the way of my hulking machine, which is bigger than regular Immortals because I designed it to be. The design is to make my presence an eyesore to those that saw it, to show that if I am out of sight I am certainly not out of mind. In other words, I did it to anger the Conclave and show that they can't control me as well as they think they can.

After several minutes of trudging down the crowded street, the Protoss finally began to clear a path for me. Able to move faster, I got away from the crowds to allow them to live the rest of their day without me interfering.

Coming to a lone building, which I knew to be JudoExecutor Andur's, I saw his family markings boasting his heritage. If there is aristocracy in the Protoss Empire, JudoExecutor Andur is it. I opened the hatch of my Immortal and pulled my mechanical leg from its case. Attaching the leg to my stump, I strained to stand up.

When I finally stood, I climbed out of the Immortal with much disarray. I have done this manuever hundreds of times, yet I am just as clumsy completing it as I was the last time. Maybe I should design something that can assist me out of my tomb when I need to get out.

When I touched the snow covered ground, I pushed a button, hidden in a location only I knew about, and the hatch to the Immortal closed. As it closed, I felt the air grow cold and the air filled with moisture. Heavy rain began to come down and I thudded my way to the door of Andur's mansion.

I waited by the door, dripping wet. I pressed a button beside the door.

'Who is it?' Andur asked, his voice seemed to chill the already cold air.

'Sarctis, you requested my presence.'

'Ah, so I did. Hold a moment.' Andur said.

I waited by the door, when it opened. But I was not expecting the sight I beheld when the door was opened.

Heh heh, Sarctis is an old hippy rebelling against the man :)

Pretty cool character exposition and developments you made there Knight. I can not wait to see who is waiting for the new guy.

This is great! I love the way you protray your characters. Keep up the good work.

^what the two previous posts said. :)

Trust me, Knight, you are doing a pretty good job. Don't down yourself too much.