Unable to broadcast past the interference but still able to receive. I searched through the link to see if I could signal the ship through the communications in the nexus, but no such luck, the base's communications were also damaged. Aim no longer quite as random but focused on taking down larger threats while holding a few cannons in reserve for the faster, squishier -lings. Occupied once more if only by a single member of the khalai, I could feel the phase cannons respond just a little more efficiently to the encroaching horde. I could see now where the rest of the local horde was, battering at the defenses on the other side of the base. The nexus was still intact, and there were still a few active probes gathering resources.Īs I crossed the line into range of the first pylon, the tenuous connection I'd established with the phase cannon strengthened opening up to the rest of the base.
Shakily rising, I turned back toward the base and worked up a burst of speed. I suddenly ducked, a ping from the cannon's sensors warning me, as a ball of plasma screamed through the air over my head and into a broodling that had been sneaking up on me. I reached out psionically towards the cannon I knew would be there, the virtual intelligence recognizing and granting me authorization. I was close as I could hear the crackling of a phase cannon firing, good the automated defenses were still active. I was, well it wasn't breathing, whatever it is that Protoss do to show exertion, I was doing that, heavily and near exhausted by the time for several hours of hiking and fighting as I crested the ridge. I had run into groups of zerglings along the way, but the void scythe served me well in each encounter, holding them at bay long enough to run, and dealing enough damage to prevent them from following me. My computer was also helpful enough to inform me of a base nearby, one with a functional Xel'Naga warp gate.īy no meaning of the word was the journey easy. Querying my personal computer, I discovered why I hadn't been detected, something about this valley naturally scrambled the sensors we used. My multitool gauntlet told me the repair mechanism was active, but functionality wouldn't be restored for almost a day. I reached for the communicator to signal for the mothership in orbit to warp me out, but the gem in the center remained dark and powerless, a long crack running through it.
I didn't spare a thought for the dead beast, running for the path my memories told me should be ahead. The plasma scythe I'd picked up from a dying dark templar hummed in my hands, the smell of ozone left behind in the trail of my blade. "For Aiur!" My battle cry reverberated through the space around me, as my blade slid through the monstrous zerg.
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