Chapter II:Archon Faith -The Markior

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Ssssir.....

*grunt*

Sssir...

*grrmmbll*

SSSIR!!!!

Markior wakes up shocked, his eyes wide open. He stares into the eyes of his servant Klongo, yelps and rolls out of bed, hitting the floor. He lays flat on the floor and doesn't move. Klongo walks over to him. "Sssir? Are you alright?" Suddenly Markior lifts his arm and grabs Klogno by the collar. "Don't EVER do that again Klongo! I'm the ghost, scaring people is MY job!!" Klongo blinks and responds: "I thought you were a ssssspirit, sssir." Markior grunts and floats up, rubbing his head. He vaporizes and gets into his spirit form. "Spirit, ghost, whatever. Why by Adun did you wake me up this way?" Klongo sits down on the bed and says: "Errr.... I forgot." Markior slaps himself and grumbles. "Why did I ever choose you as my ssserv.. servant?" Klongo looks at him, grins and says: "Becaussse no-one elssse wanted to work in thisss ssspooky Lair of you, sssir." "Guess you're right." Markior says.
Markior solidifies for a moment to wash his face, then floats down and eats some breakfast. He greets Serebi and Markily, his two Pokémon, and nods at Selthain, who's practicing with his Warp-Blade. He then floats outside, where Aurora stands. "Greetings, Markior." She smiles. "Aurora." Markior says. "What are you doing here today?" "Dunno" She answers. "Just bored, I guess. The whole Island is a bit boring nowadays..." They continue talking as they move towards the big tree infront of Markiors Mountain Lair. "I mean.." Aurora continues "Nothing exciting ever happens anymore nowadays. J is working for his dad to repair the castle, Terra hasen't been spotted in ages, and neither has Ulre--" Aurora is cut of by Markior, whose eyes glow brightly. DON'T say his name!! Have you not learned anything!?! Whereever he is, he KNOWS if his name is somewhere said!! Or do you miss being mindcontrolled??" Aurora shakes her head. "No... of course not."
All of a sudden: "SSSSSIR MARKIOR!!!" is heard. Markior yelps and flies up into one of the tree branches. "That's it, from now on, I will STAY in spirit mode!! Grrrrr...." "Sssir Markior!! Sssssir Markior!!" Klongo screams, running from the Lair towards the tree. He looks at Markior hanging with his head in a tree branch. "Klongo, you have 10 seconds to start running." Markior rumbles. "No, ssssir! There'sss a message for you!" "A message for me? Who's it from?" "Errr... from Missster Zeratul." Klongo responds. Markior grins and floats down. "I wonder what my mentor wants today." He smiles. He waves goodbye to Aurora and warps Klongo and himself to the Khaydarin chamber.
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The khaydarin chamber is a mysterious place within Markiors lair. The walls are completely made out of crystal. In the center of the room, a large Khaydarin Crystal, the prime psychic connection between all Protoss floats. Around it float screens of different sizes. Markior looks at one screen. Zeratul's head appears, and sounds of screaming and slaughter are heard from behind. "Adun Toledas!! Markior, why haven't you yet arrived?? What are you still doing there on Earth? We need your help!!" Markior widens his eyes. "My mentor! What is going on there?" Zeratuls face appears and disappears in a blur. "Another Xel'Naga temple has appeared on Aiur! The zerg are invading it as we speak!! Markior! BY KHAS, WE NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!! Why haven't you arrived yet? I thought I told your servant we needed your help immediately!!" **Klongo tiptoes away silently, but Markior turns around. His eyes glow brightly as he psychically pulls Klongo towards him.** "You were TOLD by Zeratul I had to be there! Was THIS the reason you woke me up?" Klongo stutters. "Yesss ssssir!" Markior growls. "BY ADUN!! YOU FORGOT SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!! My brethren are getting slaughtered!!" He turns towards the screen. "Zeratul, I'll be there right away!" He says, and then turns around to Klongo. "We'll have much to talk about when I return, Klongo!" Markior grhmps and casts RECALL. A black portal appears and sucks up Markior. After a few minutes, he arrives on the planet Aiur. He just sees a mass of High Templar use Psionic Storms to destroy all Zerg Hydralisks and Zerg Zerglings in the area. Zeratul and Markiors good friend Artanis greet him. "En Taro Tassadar!" Artanis says. "Good that you are here, Markior!" Zeratul just nods. Markior smiles and glows a bit, then totally morphs into an Archon. He isn't a spirit anymore, and all of his Yoshi characteristics have disappeared. "En Taro Adun." Markior says. "I see you have things under control already?" Zeratul frowns. "Yes, but we were lucky. Very lucky. We wouldn't have survived the next rush of Zerg without you, my pupil."
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Markior, Artanis and Zeratul move towards the Protoss Nexus of their main base. The probes are collecting vespene gas and minerals very quickly. The gateways are training Dragoons, Zealots and Templar rapidly. Zeratul points to a dark blue object on the horizon. Markior grins. "Indeed.. a Xel'Naga temple... what a grand horizon this is..." Artanis greets the Dark Templar and Archon as he goes into his Protoss Scout. Zeratul puts on his Warp Blades, and Markior puts on a pai of Psi Blades. Zeratul says: "There's a Zerg Cerebrate nearby the Xel'Naga temple. After the zerg attack, we must be ready to destroy the Zerg base and enter the Xel'Naga temple." Markior nods. "Here they come, my mentor." Markior points at a horde of Zerg flying and running towards the Protoss base. Markior grins. "It's time for Battle!" Protoss Zealots run unot the battlefield. "FOR AIUR!!" They yell as their blades cut through the flesh of the Zerg. Ultralisks and Mutalisks kill many warriors. "For ADUN!!!" Markior and Zeratul yell as they enter the battle. They slash their blades through the Zerg. Markior occasionally Psiblasts a Zerg, blood is spilling everywhere untill the entire battlefield is drained of blood. Artanis shoots down some Mutalisks as Zeratul slices his Warpblade through the heart of a Hydralisk. The foul beast roars and spits it's needles at Zeratul, who in turn puts up his Psi shield. Markior Psionic Storms an incoming hoard of Zerglings, the energy hitting them and soaring through their bodies, untill they cripple and splatter out over the ground. Markior keeps on slicing hi blades through the Zerg foces, untill he reaches the cliff infront of the Temple. Artanis, Zeratul and the remaining of the Protoss forces arrive near him. Markior turns of his blades and beholds the temple in awe. "How did this come here, my mentor? Did it just appear out of nowhere?" Zeratul nods. "Out of nowhere, my pupil. Out of nowhere. But it must be a sign of the gods... or something even greater." Markior frowns. "There is nothing greater then the gods of the Protoss Zeratul. Great Tassadar know it." Zeratul shakes his head slightly. "There is Markior.. there is..." He speaks quietly.
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Markior looks through a visor towards the Zerg base. "Ok, we have limited their resources and destroyed their army. If we can warp in just a few more Carriers, we should have no trouble destroying that base." Zeratul nods. "Indeed."
Markior looks at Artanis in the sky. "Finished scouting, my friend?" "Yes, Markior. It's quite an easy route from here. I have seen none other outposts in the area. Very unlike the Zerg, actually." Markior shrugs. "No time to worry about that now, Artanis."

"Carrier has arrived"

Zeratul grins. "That's the last one. We're ready." Markior smiles. "Well then. Let's run down that base. For our homeworld!!" The Protoss forces run down the base quite rapidly. The Carriers swarm their target with Interceptors, Artanis shoots down some Guardians. Markior and Zeratul enter the base with a mass of Dragoons. Markior and Zeratul destroy a Zerg Nydus Canal and a Zerg Spire. "No more aerial Zerg from now on. Artanis, you can concentrate on the buildings now!" Markior yells. The Zerg base is destroyed and the Zerg Cerebrate appears infront of the Zel'Naga temple. "You Prrotosch Shall neverr defeat the Zerrg!! We shall be victorriousch in the end!! We sha--" The Cerebrate is cut of his final speech as it suddenly burns to ashes. Markior's eyes widen. "Ulrezaj...." He mumbles.
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In a flash of Dark Psionic, Ulrezaj, the Dark Archon appears. He roars and looks down at Markior and Zeratul. He burns in rage as he speaks: "You... we meet again, Markior!! This Temple is a token!! The Dark Protoss shall rule Aiur! So speaks Lord Ulrezaj!!" Markior roars and grows in size equal to Ulrezaj. "We shall see about that Ulrezaj!! Prepare to do battle!!" Zeratul frowns. "Ulrezaj, Markior. We shall neevr find out why the Temple is here if you destroy it in a fight!! We must enter it! Ulrezaj calms down a bit, which is very unlikely for him, and speaks. "You are a traior to your kind, Zeratul!! A TRUE Dark Templar would never allie himself with the light ones. But you are right. I shall enter this temple and prove it is a token for the Dark Templar, a sign of victory!" Markior also calms down. "And I shall prove you wrong." He speaks. The two Archons reduce their size and enter the Xel'Naga temple. The large stone door immediately closes down behind them. Inside, the temple is lighten up by various light and dark crystals. Lord Ulrezaj moves to a wall with inscriptions. "I can't believe I'm in the same room with you, light one... without DESTROYING you!!" He roars. Markior growls and moves over. They then try to read the description. "Gragh!!" Lord Ulrezaj roars. "What is this bunch of foolishness? I can't read a thing!" Markior moves closer to the wall. "It's... it's Rhenzin..." Markior stutters. "It's what? Speak up, light one, before I cast feedback on your unworthy soul!" Ulrezaj growls. Markior ignore Ulrezaj and thinks. "Rhenzin? I've only seen writing like this once, back then when I journeyed between dimensions... Let's see...."

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Roughly translated out of Rhenzin:
-Markior Archonius Xel'Nag.- -Wanted in dimension, new world.- -Move to core of Temple.- -Do not allow anyone to follow you.- -Great power is at work.- -Your doom calls.- -Your destiny as well.- -Tassadar.- -Fenix.- -Raszagal.- -Havering.- -Whyr-Rhoh-Tin.-
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Markior widens his eyes and floats a few feet back from the wall. Ulrezaj yells at him, but his own thoughts overwhelm the sound of his rival. "Tassadar? Fenix? Matrairch Raszagal?" Markior thinks. "They have all died... does this mean I can see them again? My friends, my brethren? And who or what is that Havering?" He narrows his eyes as Ulrezaj's yelling overpowers the sound of his thought.
"--ou're telling me what it is what is written there NOW!! Or I shall kill you myself!!" Ulrezaj roars. Markior growls and casts MEALSTROM on his nemesis, freezing him in time for a few minutes. "Adun Toledas, Ulrezaj. But I shall not be here when you unfreeze." Markior grins. He psychically connects Zeratul. "~~My mentor, I shall stay in this temple to study. Please contact my people on earth I shall be gone for a time.~~"

Markior moves towards the core of the temple. A strange dark portal hovers in midair. Without anymore thought or reason, he floats in, into the darkness...

Ulrezaj unfreezes and roars in anger. He floats to where he senses great power, and growls. "You froze me Markior! Prepare to--" He is cut short as he realizes the great power is not Markior, but the portal. "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE WRATH OF LORD ULREZAJ, LIGHT ONE!!" Ulrezaj growls in rage. He too hovers into the portal, and into the unknown........
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